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Fatal weaponry along with a symbol of love,
but what love is to ****?
Deadly decisions made by a person jealous of love,
but what's there to gain if you **** the one you love?
Traumatizing scenes wreck havoc within the family,
but why do this to the family of the person you love?

Death.

The beautiful soul of a human being completely starved of the substance to life.
The delicate heart made to suffer because of your jealousy.
The intelligent mind punished for wisely not choosing you.

Love.

The funeral - largely decorated in roses.
Each and every couple left distraught.
Trust in relationships rapidly declining.

The rose - widely used to portray love,
but from now on it will be fearfully avoided due to the meaning you've placed on "love".
Guns n Roses.

"Guns don't **** people, people **** people."
Skyler M Dec 2017
Heed life's call,
It calls for your beating heart,
That's all,
**** your mind,
**** your guns.

You use your guns to blow out,
Creativity and imagination,
Dare to dream,
and dare to scream.

It belongs inside the furnace,
Now burn it,
The black revolver,
It sits by your bedside.

Terrifying as it may be,
There's a pretender to replace your gun,
Beneath sheets you plead,
Your life on the line,
because your mind won't be silenced.

You use your guns to blow out,
Creativity and imagination,
Dare to dream,
and dare to scream.
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
{He} is holding a gun.

His body is shadowed by his soul.
But his black smile could brighten up the darkest pits of hell.
He laughs at the cruelty in his own heart.
He cries for me.

He {is holding} a gun.

It is pointed at my forehead.
I try to run, but his legs grab me.
I try to push him away, but his arms steady mine.
I try to scream, but his dark grin envelopes my face.

He is holding {a gun.}

It is a revolver, Colt M1878.
The chamber is loaded.
The hammer is cocked.
The trigger is pulled.

{He is holding a gun.}

It fires, and my feet leave the earth.
I am falling.
The light fixture above, soothing as the wind, calls my name.
I reach for it, but fail to grasp.

For I, am holding, a gun.
Eppie Nov 2017
my thoughts are shaped like
atom bombs:
bearing faces of angry gods
tearing through the air above.

my thoughts are shaped like
revolver rounds:
their loud, resounding sounds
always make my heart pound.

my thoughts are shaped like
vile things:
describing them makes my eyes sting

so i won't anymore.
intrusive thoughts
evelyn augusto Nov 2017
Excuse me, I can't hear you--
your gun is speaking louder  
than you do and yes,
you scare me, it isn't how
it ought to be--we are more
like each other than you can see.

I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking
louder than you do
and yes, it saddens me
because all I see--is a woman who
doesn't know who she could be.

I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking louder
speaking louder

There's no more you.

Written by Evelyn Augusto for Guns Don't Save People Poets Do.  October 21, 2017
Thomas Conlan Oct 2017
A Dotard deals directly with death
His empty head wastes it’s breath
Fire and fury; war and worry
Life lost like a blink of an eye
A flash in the dark and then we die
Another ****** on the news
Black, white, Muslims, Jews
Fears of terror on the rise
Weapons of sizeable lies
Pray for Paris, stand with me
Pray in public for people to see
We’ll send our thoughts, a share, a like
And we’ll declare another drone strike
Tears shed for the injured and dead
For every white city stained red
Another elementary school mess
Caused by a child’s carelessness
Or some ****** having fun
With the barrel of his gun
A classroom of souls sit silent
Victims of a life so violent
Education spent on waging war
Using the pockets of our poor
America’s defence, say the boasters
Our children, new age holsters

A mother explains the world to her son
That’s ruled under finger and gun
Until a time when tragedy hits here
We all live life, paralyzed in fear
A world in decay and that’s okay
Because her child won’t ever know
The sky on fire raining ash-like snow
Won’t ever see the rising sea
Will not hear the screams of the free
As they rally together for peace
And are rained down on by police
Higher he will have to rise
Higher, after he dies
No longer burdened by the blow of living
In a time of eternal unforgiving
Plunged into a nightmare, he screams
Softly, slowly, delved into drowning dreams
As his mother stands above
Holding him under with love
A monster, a fiend they’ll see
An American reality
Another victim of violence
A soul becomes silence
Hearts break, tears are shed
Out of jealousy for the dead
For all the world’s war and strife
He’s just another casualty of life
On the news, a leading millionaire
Offering a thought and prayer
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