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rmh Dec 2017
when terrorism reached its hands
into my inconsequential city
i wasn't quite sure what to think
the mosque was a place of worship
where people gather to pray and heal
but that lone wolf dropped a bomb
into that peaceful place
during their morning prayers
what possesses someone to do that?
can you tell me using the 26 letters?
can you please help me understand?
why in my city?
why in that beautiful place?
why do those who do not understand
others react with violence and hate?
can't they see the pain on the faces
of those now afraid to pray?
can't they feel it in the air?
taste it in the rain?
hear it in the wind?
because i can, and it's terrifying
this poem is based off of a real event that happened in my hometown of bloomington, minnesota at a mosque early one saturday morning.
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
   manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
   mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed

   to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
   thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
   mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
   leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,

   and even how my existence came about
   since the presence of human race
whereat random
   evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
   to skien woven of sateen lace

via some invisible hand weaving
   world wide webbed warp and sub woof
   fur wrought primordial miracles
   ranked (within schema by human primates)
   as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
   per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo

   weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
   unable to escape original weeknd update
   with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via **** Sapiens
   will lose role as topdog
   ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
   over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
   oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace

forced to relinguish role,
   sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
   whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
   frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
   not needing tubby policed.
The Dybbuk Oct 2017
Same ****, different day.
The wheel never stops turning.
So I set the bomb...
Donielle Oct 2017
He dropped his bombs
and where your shores exploded,
lie memories of my own split rock.
I have healed, my flow returned to normal
as the sea smoothed his sins
and cleared his scent from my home.
I have drowned and been revived
and drowned again before I could see
the sun above the water but believe me, when I say it was a hard road,
I **** near had my feet cut off
before I finally learned which way was up and when I saw it -
God was it beautiful as I broke through
and took that first breath of air
free and clear of his aid.
I could breathe without him
and darling,
when you realize you
can breathe without him too,
you'll be amazed how far you can swim.
someone Sep 2017
tick tick tick tick

i wasn't ok at all last week

but now my tears they won't come out to speak

loud sounds bounce around these empty walls

they echo back and i just let them fall

tick tick tick tick

well i don't know how this will end

but i’ll be happy as long as i play pretend
Anne Webb Jul 2017
a bomb landed
and killed millions
men
women
children
soldiers
civilians
and a boy went
to pick up his parents' bodies
and they gave him
a sack filled with ash and dust
one
and he asked
whether it was
his father
or his mother
and they said
yes
and about 40 other people
I imagined this
as I read the newspaper
sitting in a comfy chair
sipping my hot cup of coffee
ever so slightly disturbed
by this picture of
another world
AWE
A life is meaningful
whether or not it has meaning
But does it really have an effect,
Or are our weapons just competing
With bows or barretts to carry on your tour
These days life is easy to live
Living is easy to enjoy
We send our thoughts across connections that used to be torn
But now you type in dotcom and you can get free ****
you could give money to a kid with leukemia to help his family mourn
you could find that perfect gift for your mom
If you take the time you can home make bombs
All found on BuyItDotCom
But back in BC you just had your bow
you might be able to eat, you never knew for sure
there wasn't a world to see
you were living in yours
and if you ever got sick, you better be ready die off and pass on quick

Nowadays it would never even click how some people died without knowing other *****
You could go out on your own and ditch the passers-by
And never feel bad because they have a car
Its harder to die, we have penicillin
Its easier to live ever since we got better at killing
And everyone's better at killing
Because now online anyone can take the time to make a bomb and cross the world in their car to hand deliver a nasty scar to people's lives and humanity
Jon Po Dom Apr 2017
I once sat at the table with my family
Prepared to feast on the small bread and glass of water
Dust lingering in the musty air
From disasters ongoing
Outside our doors

Each meal quieter than the last
As outside the noise grows louder
The earth moves stronger
The atmosphere daunting
Big eyes staring at me

How they haunt me day and night
The sound of that whistling
Like a rampaging train
Signaling its approach towards hell
Making its presence known
For those unsuspecting few
Wondering where the train will wind up
Until its too late

The screams in the chaos
The unappetizing bread
The unquenchable water
Evaporating into nothing
The sudden darkness
This is what blindness must be like

The pain shooting through my spine
The confusion my brain feels
Trying to piece together what just happened
The sudden darkness
I'm all alone in the hell that is my home
Surrounded by carnage

And the white helmets
Bringing me back to what
I think is reality
I don't know
Yet the sudden darkness
Haunts me to this day
It should've consumed me too

JM 4/20/17
I wanted to write about this for some time but the words didn't come together until now. This writing is about the situation in Aleppo as I heard details of people sitting in their homes wondering where the bombs would land. I saw much horror on the news and documentaries showing the devastation and I'd wanted to write about what Syrian people felt during that time. This is not written for political reasons and I'm not interested in which side you are on.
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