Last night I saw a shooting star,
and it made me think of you.
Brilliant white, and trailing light,
against a sky of purple blue.

I wonder if you saw it,
and if it made you think of me.
I wonder if you smiled,
as it burned, and ceased to be.

I wonder if you made a wish,
and what that wish could be.
I know it's wishful thinking,
but did it involve me?

Sorry, I know, I'm just wondering,
you probably missed it anyways.
I'll  still hold on to my wish though,
of long forgotten days...
In my homeroom class, we don't have a seating chart.
But I still sit as far away from the door as I can.
Subconsciously it's probably because of a school shooting.
I've been anticipating one to strike at my small high school for a couple years now.
It's probably because of a lock down we had a couple years ago when I was still in middle school.
There were armed men on campus.
We had to be silent for hours.
I was in choir at the time.
Over 100 of us were squeezed into a small space.
There were girls crying,
my best friend was holding my hand,
I was having an anxiety attack.
I was only thinking
"Please not today..."

I'm not surprised anymore.
When another school is in the news,
it's deeply upsetting
but not surprising.
It's all I've ever known.
The Columbine High School shooting happened in 2001.
I was born a year later.
I've never actually known peace in this country...
haley Aug 11
you couldn’t imagine
pains all over

Fixed rigid

pain in my gut
A horrible throb, throb, throb

it seemed to me that
I could not
Even if I tried to
Out of the line of fire
blackout poetry from A Clockwork Orange, page 116.
Maya Jul 30
hollow shells.
am I talking about

\trust no one\

helicopters give them panic attacks.
am I talking about
war veterans?

\is there a difference?\

this blood spatter on the walls
will keep getting painted over

when we speak of courage,
we talk of those long dead.
the heroes
the martyrs
the saints.

but I've seen courage.
it's in the fight.
it's in the picket signs at marches
held up like pleas to the heavens.

it's in the kids who threw themselves in front of a gun
and lived.
dying bravely means

fight until your lungs give out.
fight until your knuckles are bloody.
fight until your knees are trembling.
and then,
keep fighting.
survivor's guilt.
Serendipity Jul 22
sitting on the balcony
on a hot summer night
naming the stars
in the fading light

something cuts through the darkness,
black as tar
the distinctive shine
of a shooting star

my eyes trace the path as it crosses the sky,
all my attention it does occupy

i whisper a wish
with my eyes squeezed closed,
when i open them i notice
a secret exposed.

albeit giving off a beautiful glow
it's a cigarette butt that someone let go
it falls to the floor and promptly gets squished
beneath the boot of a stranger;

along with my wish.
Ani Naser Jul 12
She looks at the room in front of her
Students stare back
Neatly arranged in rows
The projector faces her but
She can't help but project on the students facing her
What they would look like in fear
Faces bloody and scarred
The horror of a shooter
The pain of what's lost
The projector faces her but
She can't help but project on these neatly arranged desks
What they would look like empty.
liv Jul 6
i’m a shooting star
i’ll burn so brightly
so much it hurts myself
in the end
i’ll burn out
but i’ll do it if it means
someone else could be happy
even if it’s for a second
i’ll do it if it means
someone could make a wish
come true
i need to be more selfish
Amber Lynn Jun 18
Rainbow glass panes paint colours on the funeral floorboards where children would play hopscotch like the did with playground chalk.
Playing tag with brief touches of luck before the bang broke it all.
Of course, the school bell still rang before miss what's her face would call roll call.
That day, however, she did not.
Instead, she plays hide n go seek, choosing the coffin walls as her hideaway.
This is what I imagine anyway...
I hear people on the news saying that we need to make it easier to get guns to defend against shooters  but we need to do the opposite  we need stronger gun laws I am tired of hearing about school shootings I am tired of going to school and thinking will i ever see my friends again. I am tired of always thinking about where i will hide and what i will do. I do not want to be scared of a fire bell or a book slamming on the ground or a locker and door slammed. But i am i am terrified to go to school everyday because i am scared of a school shooting i tell my counclers this but they just say it won't happen to us. but that is what everyone's sayed parkland santa fe and the other schools all said it wont happen to us and then it happened so should we really let more people carry guns or should we ban them it is time to

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
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