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Abby Aug 2016
I almost forgot your  face.
I thought I was you.
My reflection as motherly.
Spitting image they called me.

I walk with ten holes in my body,
My limbs held together by your wisdom
My mind held together by your heart.

Stretched out hands
But still ever so far apart.
Thinking of my mother. RIP
Cerasium Aug 2016
Sleep now thy wandering angel
Thy journey is over
Filled with torment
Blood and anguish

Thy hunt be fair
For quickened hearts
Beat now thy heart of gold
Time is null and void

Rest does come
though slow it may be
To carry thy sweet angel
Where few dare tread
Dita H Jul 2016
I needed you to be there.
No words, no touches.
I just needed you to be there.
To watch me rip myself out,
Cry my eyes dry,
scream my throat hoarse.
Waste myself away like the rest of them.
I needed you to be there
freeing the mind Jul 2016
The sadness the fears,
Could not be expressed in tears,
When we were told we no longer had years,
Months,turning to weeks,
Countless disturbed sleeps,
Ended with several giant weeps,
The man we knew, his time was through,
A kiss on the cheek as he lay there asleep
His eyes no longer open, Many hearts broken.
Grandad on my mind alot lately, trying to express how I felt that day but not necessarily coming to me.
Jules Jul 2016
it is grief and rage all at once.

and there are never any words for this—
simply a scream,
a howl,
an outrage.

in this I have never felt more helpless:
my apology will never be enough,
but staying quiet will mean silence,
and silence means consent,
and no
I do not consent to any more of this injustice,
this farce,
this outright lie.

there have been enough stolen lives.

my love,
my black brothers and sisters for which there are no words:
I am so sorry.
you will always have me in solidarity.

I feel as if I can do so little,
but lead the way.

send me your voices, send me your battle cry:
and I will do my best to be your megaphone, your ally,
if need ever be.

and my love,
these children,
good men and women who have been lost to this earth,
who this earth does not deserve:
I am so sorry
but you deserve far more than my grief.

may you find justice. may you find home.
may you find rest; may you rest in power.
say their names.
M R B Jun 2016
It was fun for a while, but the fun just started to seem like everyone was covering up the empty feelings
But in the meantime I was thinking this was going to be the beginning of my healing
Somewhere deep down in my black heart of a soul
Are years of built up anger and untold secrets that have yet to unfold
I've started bad habits to keep all these feelings under control,
But keeping all this in, is just getting really old
I've tried counseling I've tried talking it out, but I still end up back to the same bad habits
They try to preach that cheesy **** saying my good days are so close i can almost grab it
Dang
Im just sitting here thinking things will never change
And that I'll continue to stay the same
Angry , unwanted , and often forgotten
Just someone on the side lines, who is not seen playing with others often
People like to pretend like they care ,
But then are often never there
Where was everyone in that tragic hour
I guess it was just easier to send some flowers
It's times like these when you start to build hate for people
When they pull **** like this, there intentions for being your friend just seem evil
Yea to you this statement might seem overly dramatic
But seriously where the **** was everyone when my family was in a confused panic
M. mother ******* I. A.
That's where the **** y'all were
Just going about your day , while we're crying for HER
But it's cool I knew know one would be there
Cause I've noticed that people are really bad at pretending to care
So Yes I am Angry and yes I feel unwanted and forgotten, and yes I will stay sitting on the sidelines because I refuse to play with souls that are ******* rotten
Brother Jimmy Jun 2016
You were a good man
I wish I'd thanked you more
You never sketched out this plan
Now you walk along the golden shore

Along the edge of the glassy sea
Outside of time and space
One day you'll give us the nickel tour
As we grow accustomed to your new face

We will know it's you right away
From the way you welcome us all
With your oh so familiar laugh
And your West Virginia drawl

And you'll regale us then
With the deep things you've derived
Hand in hand with the author of life
Between 2016 and the day we arrive
The father of my sweet Diane, and Papaw to my kids, has gone on to his eternal reward.  He will be missed.  
He was a terrific father-in-law...and friend.
Look at the news
How is it the news
When they provide all the clues
Got ya eyes glued to the tube
Knowing they lying to you
Gofund me account
Made over 3 . 8 million just
Just for some.stupid ****
Getting shot by a supposed terrorist
Dont ya see its all publicity
Our enemy is right in front of our eyes
It aint no surprise
But yet you the minorities getting thrown in jail before the sunrise
But theres no uprise
Muthaphukkas is puppets it makes me sick to my stomach
People pay attention to most un important ****
But them when you point out important **** they gotta problem with it
Make up ya minds hypocrites
Are yall going to be down are what?
Cuz america finna bust her gut
She pregnate through evil strain n pain
That mankind has done
Look atthe world take a good look
Its over the sinister forces are already here
Hell they been here
Look around you again
What do you see do younsee what i see
If not this convo cant go no more
Yall muthaphukkaz dont know war
Look at it its right here
Rights being taken hearts being shaken
Why cuz they tell you too
The problem reaction solution works wonders no wonder why poeple
Keep givin up their rights to fight
Political structures get stronger
And we the poor get weaker
The greatest trick they say the devil pulled
Was believing he doesnt exist well?
Look around you *******
The very men who send your children off to die in war
Are the same men that tell you they love you and your service
But then vanishes the compensatiin
When youspent years to reserve it
They dont deserve **** i say riot the white house and that lady liberty *****
Til she touches a laminated casket
Each bullet for each name ya know
This aint no drunk speak this is sober talk
Im already marked
Im like jesus fool im a revolutionary at heart
None could split me apart even if they had an axe im.still talkin ****
Til im dead call me sound hail mary
Ill be in the back sippin hennessey providin pain to my enemies
***** so when ya see bewar ya in for a scare
And one last thing **** the police **** the elite im the true og mobster style
This chronicles of a broken child
**** the elite we the mob robbin deep puttin any to sleep no need to compete
Makin souls obsolete as i mash from the power invested in me
RH 78 Jun 2016
Through broken ribs they took lung outright.
Slurs of pain through the morphene nights.
Purple ink X on skin laid bare.
The result of lump and cancer scare.
My step father passed some 25 years ago aged 34. RIP. His suffering during a brave 9 month battle with lung cancer still haunts me to this day.

1st edit - reworded 1st line to maintain equal rhyming flow throughout the poem.
axr Jun 2016
another bullet fired
another one killed
how am i supposed to react?
do i write a speech on gun control? do i condemn a gunman's actions i could never fathom?
should i think of the ones who won't live to see another day?

another gun loaded
another life scarred
let me write a Facebook post about the victim
let me take a deep breath and articulate my feelings
and wonder why a young woman who was living her dream have to die in front of her brother and fans
this is about christina grimmie, a few hours ago, she was shot and killed at her own concert. the shooter then killed himself on the spot. (no comments on gun control whatsoever . im not american, guns are banned in my country and i just dont want to get into talking about that stuff)
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