He looked for the gun but couldn't find it
Frenzied angry,
Emotionally wrecked
Desperate to get his hands on a trigger,
Cold familiar handle and feel
He missed the days of passive purpose,
A father's love felt from wars gaze
His thoughts fixed
One shell to end the arguments forever
Inside his head,
Inside his bed,
Inside the lead
But he looked for the gun and couldn't find it.
In my homeroom class, we don't have a seating chart.
But I still sit as far away from the door as I can.
Subconsciously it's probably because of a school shooting.
I've been anticipating one to strike at my small high school for a couple years now.
It's probably because of a lock down we had a couple years ago when I was still in middle school.
There were armed men on campus.
We had to be silent for hours.
I was in choir at the time.
Over 100 of us were squeezed into a small space.
There were girls crying,
my best friend was holding my hand,
I was having an anxiety attack.
I was only thinking
"Please not today..."

I'm not surprised anymore.
When another school is in the news,
it's deeply upsetting
but not surprising.
It's all I've ever known.
The Columbine High School shooting happened in 2001.
I was born a year later.
I've never actually known peace in this country...
She would always choose me over anyone
And she would always choose me over anything.

But I never wanted to be the one
She would always choose.
Cause deep inside I realized
I am the one who was confused.

I surely loved her.
I knew I did.
But how much did I love her?
I never knew it.

Did I love her more than the noon?
Or did I love her more than the crescent moon?

Did I love her more than the sea?
I finally realized that I love her more than me.

But I was late
I was way too late
She faded away.

But this time I was not confused
To pick up the gun
And throw the knife away.
I was just lying on my bed and this came into my mind :)
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My mind has molded
Into the shape of a bullet
It's running through my thoughts
Violent screams of the innocent
Fleeding through my ears and eyes

My mouth sewed shut
Told to keep quiet
I sit here still and silent
Not a word to be shed
The only white noise you heard
Was a bullet to my head
Qwn Aug 9
There's a monster under mamas bed
he's made of metal and...
and probably has razor-sharp teeth,
he's got eyes made of silver.
His sharpened tongue hits the roof of his mouth with a click.
And he shouts out shots.

My baby sister found him yesterday.
He fought her till she died,
And mamas never cried so loud,
But the monster's still inside.
Larri Jul 31
Violins chase your chains
Mirrors reflect mistakes
Freeze my rivers, until I can't move.
Force me to fight, till I've bled through.
Spill my blood, meant only for you.

My kingdom comes crashing down, when I learned your name.
One tingling with revenge, the trigger waits, when I've gone lame.

I can't walk, you must carry me.
I can't speak, write it down for me.
I'm paralyzed
You poisoned my drink.

But I'm not intoxicated, from the alcohol.
I feel this high cause I'm not alone.
You captured me, took me home.
This bed is not my own.

I'm paralyzed.
Mama can't rescue me,
I'm far from my home beach.

I'm paralyzed.
Serenade our love.
You've gone and shot the dove,
The spirit from above,
Lost it's life to a gun.


Cause I've gone and loved you.
Now I can't even move.
I vowed to keep you safe.
Never vowed to stay sane.
And when you swore to be the same.
I knew you'd fall for fame.
And when I became dust.
I died for your trust.


I'm sorry
But I'm
Paralyzed.


I'm chained up to this wheelchair.
I could break free if this game were fair.
I could walk away but you're my faith,
I believe.
In you.
I believe in you.


You are my illness.
You are my sick-filled mind.
You are my disease,
All my drugged up worries.
You are the thing,
That keeps me in place.
Statue in a disguise.
I'm no Superman,
But I found my Kryptonite.

You left me
P-A-R-A-L-Y-Z-E-D
Spell it out for me,
I can't see clearly.
I
am
Paralyzed
A song I wrote, i found inspiration. Nothing impressive but enjoy.
Gerry James Jul 29
He stared down into those deep brown eyes.
He loaded the gun.
He took a deep breath.
He sighed.
It was now or never.
The small, gentle hands of the young boy were trembling, scared of the reflection, showing him holding a gun to his head.
He decided.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He pulled the trigger.
But not before he moved his hand away from his head.
The mirror in front of him shattered.
Society's opinion of him was in a similar condition.
But for the first time in months, he smiled.
Unlike the millions before him, he defied the world.
He was alive.
Take off your skin and
Dance around in your bones
Lay in the web of the
Black spider
He wants to use your
Skull as a bowl
He never knows
What time it is and
He can't pass a
Rorscharch test but
He does know
How to have a good time
Fact is more terrifying
Than fiction
But it's the other way
Around and the
Blast from a
Triple barrel sawed off
Will make you think
Twice about putting a
Feather in your hat
So tread lightly on
Widow's webs
Drunk on wine
Wearing boots
Unless you carry a
Big gun
©James Dennis Casey IV
Amanda Jul 27
Why does my heart trick me every time?
I always think the next guy is "the one"
I fall fast and hard, sure he is my soulmate,
But soon realize I once again jumped the gun
Just a little rhyme
I've inherited a loaded revolver
from my dear ole father

Each .375 has its own name

             apathy       covetousness
   cowardice                misanthrope              
         misogyny      narcissist

Pa shot himself
Ma never taught me how to unload a gun
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