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Waiting4TheStop Oct 2016
Feelings: I have none.
A thought; only one.
If only I had a gun.
(C) 2016
Djordje Pavlovic Sep 2016
Give me the gun
I'll aim straight for the sun
And this time I will not miss

There is darkness around
Shines with light from the ground
But it's light's too dark to see

You're always reaching for light
'Cause it shines so bright
And then you burn in the flame

Can't you see it by now
In this game you must bow
You never can win this way
athena Sep 2016
he’s wrong
he’s done terrible things
any, that you can think of
he’s been behind the old rusted bars
exchanged bullets with a stranger
as if they were having
a casual exchange of words
then ran and ran
and then i asked
do you even know how to shoot a gun?

crystals and the night stars were his friends
seeing them blurred
with the tears that filled his nights
and dreams that filled his thoughts

do someone like you even dream? do you even have a dream
Yes, I did.
no sister, no brother, no mother, no father
hated seeing kids with mothers
kids with fathers
kids with sisters
kids with brothers

having fist fights for lunch
and breaking legs for dinner
like wish bones
and a broken promise of a father
but there was life, lightyears away
because the night stars and crystals
left him bare, naked and jaded

carried a little boy on his arms for the first time
and said
i have a dream, i want this little boy
to have a mother
to have a father
to have a sister and a brother
Shannon Delaney Sep 2016
Take the gun from off your back and shoot down the wild birds from the sky
They come easily if you wait
If you wait
When my ankles swell with the storms
You carry me over your shoulder like the corpse of a Canadian goose
I am your prize
You've blown a bullet through my aching bones and I am your prize
Andie Sep 2016
Drifting slowly through life, one should always stop to smell the roses
They won't stay forever, and you won't notice them until they vanish
There is nothing more beautiful than a light rose in the morning time
With dew-drops glistening in the sunrise, soft petals starting to unravel
The thick incense blossoming with the flower as it slowly emerges
The knowledge that you've been the lucky one to see it bloom
Knowing that you will cherish it forever.

I was adrift, soaring high and fast, never noticing the beauty around me
Climbing higher and higher, I ignored my burning wings and the sun
I didn't see why I as aflame, I didn't realise my mistake until I fell
I couldn't have possibly known that that was the reason I had fallen
Tumbling from the sky I viewed the earth from a whole new light
You could see for miles with the sun at your back
The whole world was your oyster, nothing could ever stop you
Knowing that you would cherish it forever.

Imagine, me falling from the sky, the wind ripping at my soul
I could see new beauty, yet there was no light in it at all
It tried to consume me as I fell, spiraling down until I knew the ground
We were good friends as I fell, though I never did get to meet the earth
You saved me from this, my fall, my implosion into myself
I was burning to the ground and with one look from you, I was free
I could forget all that had happened, why I was falling, for I knew now
I knew that someone, someone in this wild world we live in
I realised that if someone could love someone like me
Then I had to stay and love them too, and they knew it too
Knowing you would cherish it forever.

I'm just a flower in a gun, hurtling through space.
Marvelling at all that's around me.
She is in love with me, all of me, and I overflowing in love for her.
And I know that me, and her? We'll cherish it forever.
A ballade for her
s Aug 2016
anxiety is a terrorist
who holds me at gun point
and hijacks the plane that
i should be flying.
i don't know where we're headed
or what i'm going to do.

i am not safe on my own.
Emma Aug 2016
Oh, my dearest brother,
What have you done?
You left me standing here,
With this loaded gun.
You didn't leave forever,
But just long enough
For me to cause some trouble,
with this very gun.
So now that you've returned
Look at the work I've done.
Do you like the pretty colors,
All these shades of blood?
But, can you tell who is dying,
And prove not to be banal?
Well, of course you can...
You know me best of all.
SassyJ Aug 2016
My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink*
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
*that sate to fill it's belly
The poem is an accompaniment to an art piece called "Robbers". The piece is a two composition hue, with shadowy effects of a teenager holding a gun. In the shadows and the in-betweens, the dark streak of social media dehumanisation strikes. The art piece 'robbers'  is the work of "Joshua Ingram" aka Ezra Warhol. Thanks for inspiring me artistically, I am swapping walls for the canvas. Your artistic hand is beautiful and ethereal dear poet, musician and painter friend.
http://hellopoetry.com/atlasmarker/
Viseract Aug 2016
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke

A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground

Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Accidentally deleted the original, so I had to try and re-write it. I apologise!
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