Why don't you just kill me?
Instead of leaving me to die?
Couldn't you just end me?
But you left me wondering why..
If you wanted me to suffer
You accomplished that at least
But why don't you just kill me
Don't leave me here to die
Your eyes burned with emptiness
As you took my breath away
Causing my heart to beat
In a slow tempo

I kick viciously
Choking out words  
Begging to be free
The warmth of your hand

lungs screamed for air
Movements were ceaseless  
Energy is escaping
I’m slipping away

I grasp onto the last moments
Staring into your eyes
Never forgetting
The guilt
Rubbers bullets
One two three
four five
Down like flies
Bloody bodies shattered    heeped  on the ground .
Tears
Panic
Fear.
Where is the Love.

Weeks
Years, month's still lives are wrecked
More massacred
Listen
Take heed or our generations  will disappear  like smoke ..without hope
People killing
People dying
Some say WHERE IS THE LOVE ..
LOVE MEANS ACTON
ACTION IS NEEDED NOW ..
THE POWER IS IN YOUR HANDS
A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH.
gun laws banning people from from buying guns ..can't buy guns in Scotland .
Restrict wh9 is able to buy them
Born into a shell they tell me its called skin!
huh? what is this skin I am in?
and why can't I get out???

Born into this shell of skin
and all I want is out
to fucking scream
to shout at
the hilltops
I
want
Out!!!!!

Let
Me
0ut!!
Please
this life feels like a
Raunchy Disease.
I will break this shell
somehow.
when your trapped and no matter what you do
where you go
what you may be
who you do
who you are is all pent up
tangled and bent
this poem is about
that.
Blake Feb 13
Woah! What's this?

Is that the sound of screams in the night?
Is that the scent of teardrops running down cheeks?
Is that the burn of ears ringing like bells?
Is that the taste of blood from a jawline?
Is that the sight of bodies piled high?
the wretched shackles that bound my wrists clanged together dreadfully as I shook
they themselves being the bindings between my innocence and the gallows patiently awaiting me

the voyeurs shout-
"murderess, o foul murderess!
burn eternally, you foul murderess!"

I am numb to these accusations,
as I am numb to the fear of death

the benevolent masses, the enemies that seek my execution,
these are not evil spirits
and so,
the guilty verdict that once grated against my skin now feels as soft and gentle as the clouds that, too, await me

I have retired the melancholy
I resolve myself to die with the dignity and gentleness that I had conducted myself with from the moment I was given life

I resolve to hold onto the sweetness and maternity that I showed that sweet boy,
that I had used to hold him for the first time

my hands, nothing but affectionate to that boy, my boy
the same hands that loved and cared for him from his very conception,
these are the hands they convict

these hands were supposedly the weapon that choked the life out of that sweet fawn, that I had loved so dearly

and so, these are the hands that are held accountable
bound behind my back, wrapped together tightly

these are the hands of love that have been convicted
so I started reading Frankenstein. Mary Shelly is an amazing writer, I decided to write a poem in her style as practice. I'm quite happy with the result, honestly!
Sabes el rojo se te ve bien
color carmesi sangre,
tengo un sentimiento criminal
sed de cazador
frio y calculador.

Sabes que puedo matar por ti
matarte a besos,
porfavor no me provoques
tengo los bolsillo llenos de azucar
y la sonrisa de vil cretino
pero cariño sabes que te cuido.

Matar por ti si me lo pides,
acabar con un beso,
llevarte entre mis dedosque me mates
que te mato hasta que nos atrape
el sentimiento
yo escondo nuestro secreto.

Oh! es que soy un psicopata
sacale filo al cuchillo,
no tienes que hacer nada,
solo dame la mirada de picardilla
lo tengo bajo control,
dicen que cuando amas te puedes
manchar
Peter Balkus Feb 4
He believes
in equality.
He treats all people
equally.

He assassinate them
and kill
regardless their status
and their beliefs.

Dictator? Tyrant?
Oh it can't be!
He is a man
of equality!
Isaac Ward Feb 2
Blood,
And shadows enough for two,
Lust,
For someone far from you,
Hate,
Sharper than a Blade,
Patience,
And a part in the play.
Honestly, the Nevernight trilogy by Jay Kristoff is the best I've read, ever. I'm in love, and my heart was shattered at the hands of Godsgrave, and I'm quite terrified and hopeful of what may come in book three. Please, if you haven't read those books, consider it.
the tethered goat
bleats cheerful as

the butcher's knife
scraps against the

beheading stone.
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