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Silverflame Mar 2018
A loaded gun behind the perfect shot,
infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot.
Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain,
the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane.

And in the bleeding sky I saw,
scars I've encountered once before.
The depth is scary, but I can't look away,
I dive and drown in this red ocean every day.

I close my eyes and hum a song,
trying to outshout the things I've done wrong.
It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight,
so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night.

On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal,
it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole.
I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great,
but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate.
vega Mar 2018
a yesterday
or two ago
i watched
my child
grow up and
get married

but today
and in the now
i watched
my child
fall down and
get buried.
Inspired by: Bang Bang by Green Day
NA Mar 2018
what can i get for ten dollar?
anything you want
what can i get for twenty dollar?
ARevolution
what can i get for thirty dollar?
gilded handcuffs
A reference to M.I.A.'s "10 Dollar" and "20 Dollar".
What's a good salary? When does money match happiness?
Elizabeth Rettig Mar 2018
When will it be enough for you?
Are you deaf?
Don’t act like you never heard them crying.
Stop covering your eyes.
Look at what’s happening to them.
To me.
To us.
You hold them and cradle them, your precious treasures.
Your sacred amendment.
You keep them in your safe.
“Don’t worry no one can take you away from me.”
And send your children to school
no more.
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
He blew a kiss.
I fired a shot.
End of the story.
"Eh, not in the mood for love."
Paige Mar 2018
A huge part of me wants to be involved in this nationwide gun control topic,
but there's another that doesn't want to participate.
Partly because I'm afraid I'm not educated on the subject enough and maybe I feel this way because I'm an empathetic and emotional person who hates violence of any kind and that blinds me from something I don't know about.
But, those that have the opposite opinion are probably just as educated as me, if not less
and everyone's voice and thoughts matter.
But.
It's just so touchy and there's no way to talk with a gun loving hick from Ohio who thinks he needs that gun to protect himself from the Government...
Although I think he's forgetting that if the Gov. wanted him dead, he would be without even seeing it coming.
Duh.
So.
As you might see, I'm conflicted as **** and feel that everyone is selfish and will never agree and that nothing will ever change.
I think it hurts me so much because I love my country, my home, but it feels like this isn't the place I grew up admiring anymore.
Children and innocent people will continue to die in large quantities and that's just what life in America is like.
Alec Feb 2018
Soft fingers twirl and intertwine
Yelled at for “PDA”
Laughing it off, happy inside.
Saying bye just to see each other at the end of the day.

Promises of the future
Maybe forever together
Holding hands
Making silly plans

Going to school dances
Smiling together, laughing.
Wanting it to stay the same
Till the end of your days.

.....

Thought you were safe
Nothing could hurt you in this place
Head over heels for one another
A flame that burned too bright to be smothered.

Making faces across the classroom
Texting back and forth, messages zoom.
Wanting to kiss and hug
And send all your love.

Focused only on them
They’re your shining gem.
Thoughts are suddenly interrupted
You can’t seem to focus on what the intercom just said.

Hearing bangs and alarms
Trying to grab ahold of their arm
You can’t lose them no matter what
This uncomfortable feeling in your gut

Hearing but not believing
It’s not real, what you’re seeing.
Your high school sweetheart
Heart pulling apart

All those plans that stood for forever
Now discarded, stand for never.
Can’t see them after this class or the next
No more loving texts

.....

Screaming and blubbering
Can’t think straight for anything.
All you know is they won’t move
Last breaths used holding you.

Always told your love wouldn’t last
Didn’t think it’d be over this fast.
Weeks spent wondering
Would it have been forever if not for this one thing?

Would this even have occurred,
If gun control laws were ensured and enforced?
I personally have never been through a school shooting, but hearing the news of the recent tradegy got me to thinking about all the couples who had to go through that, with the thought I’d never seeing each other again. I apoligize if this poem has offended anybody i know this is a very sensitive topic.
m Feb 2018
the world doesn’t feel the same anymore
these past few years the air has slowly been tinted black
thickening, viscous and sour around our bones
breaking the ones below and leaving some of us to watch helpless
waiting for the air to rise
although somehow
coming from above
bullets shot in the dark didn’t make much sound
until finally youthful
tear stained faces
pulled the bullets up into clear air in their grasps and observed what we’ve become
with a clarity none of us knew
a clarity none of those people know
them with the black tinted air flowing from their mouths
becoming more sour, and more heavy with each breath, each utterance
each denial
they make
youthful faces with words far stronger than bullets

aimed at those who exhale black

the world is different now
we all felt like dissolving in the despair
instead
fortified by it

i join hands with my peers and we climb up above the earth
fight our way up
to the artificial atmosphere
and we throw our fists at the oppressive black film surrounding the earth
we hurl our bodies into it
we scream
we cry

we cra c k it open

one inch at a time
this is me just expressing how i feel about being an american today *sigh*
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