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SelinaSharday Feb 2018
Ø It ain't safe Ø
Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter..
Anguish and sorrow for every soul  bullets used to masecure.
Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans.
Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live.
No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions.
A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive.
Can't  relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe!
It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe!
WithOut God in your Space!
By selinasharday
ma-secures, slaying shooting innocent victims, killings school shooting, work place killings assault weapons laws,
a grave disturbance
dwelt within his mind
relentless was the mumble-
jumble of killing kind

peers were targeted
students at a high school
the omnipresence of a
rifle's terrifying sool

alarming mental issues
not being swiftly addressed
the corridors of his thoughts
so psychologically obsessed

young victims slain
a sad and sorry event
to-day Florida was bequeathed
his dysfunctional bent
Petrichor Dec 2017
A black and white society is okay
at least colour won't matter
at least people won't scatter
But won't someone still be 'fatter'?

Isn't there a problem in everything?
Colour, size, religion?
Why society- can't you stay shut?
Leaving people only one way -
cut, cut, cut.

IF God created us,
why such a fuss?
There'll be no problem,
if only you stay shut
Tell me how to please you society, please//
empty seas Dec 2017
we: the observers
you: the victims
we can never know the pain
we will try
to understand
to give you love
and support
but that does nothing
you are trapped
trapped behind a glass door of suffering
we look on
but we
cannot
know
the pain
let your cuts heal, we will take care of the knife

there's been so much tragedy this year, and last year, and the year before that. This is just my take on it from the outside.
red shoes
cracked heel
a woman
folded in the shade
broken
or roughly interrupted


it was a caress
it was a kiss
it was a hug
it was love
it's a punch
it's a grin
it's scary
it’s infected love
my blind love
your sick love
it was air and light
it's metal flavor in my mouth
kicks in my belly
vomited words
our guilty love
hypnotic poison


yes
you can!  
**** me.
**** me !  
but  
before  
my eyes close
in the eternal darkness!  
please!
line to me  
I need the darkness in your eyes  
please !  
give me  
a last beautiful oblivion!



I lie
motionless
cold dirt  above me
badly thrown with the ****
wet  
by tears of those who loved me
your tears
your guilty love
there’s no more light
for me cold corpse
a flower into my hand
withered
food for worms
my end
your          END

                                       you, interrupted
                                          interrupted.
                                            your skin
                                            your eyes
                                           your heart
                                                off.
                                             un-love
                                          your tyrant
                                        too much love
                                          your mate
                                          closed eyes
                                            my fault
                                              hush
                                           my useless
                                             silent cry
no more
                                                       I wait
                                                       I wait
                                                       I wait
                                                       then
                                                       I die
Brianna Sep 2017
He was late to the war- the canons and guns have already started and the dust is settling in nice and cozy in his lungs.
He was falling apart- running across open fields with battle wounds surrounding every fallen solider he came across- there was so much blood.
He was crying on the inside but god forbid he showed those emotions on the open fields he and his brothers ran through.
He wasn't sure he would see his brothers and sisters all come out of this alive... he wasn't sure he would come out alive himself.

She was late to the war she was covered in dirt and oil from the ***** planes she helped gear up every long twelve plus hour shift.
She heard the engines start, she saw the wheels move and the ocean under the boat seemed more peaceful then the open space above.
She saw her wounded brothers and sisters being dragged out of whats left of the planes landing  feeling their pain as blood smeared across the top deck.
She smelled the gas as the planes started moving towards the edge of the boat and she knew there wasn't time to think- only time to move.

They fought and some survived and some didn't make it back home to their families.
They fought tooth and nail, blood and skin- heart and soul.
They were wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and fighters.
They were more than a flag.
They were more than a country with a big name.
Poetic T Jul 2017
Undisclosed location,
                    where his words.
a flower buried with its petals intact.

But all will wilt, given time.

So many dead flowers forever obscured
Philomena Jun 2017
if every tear could show the pain
if every sleep less night could bring me back life oh how wonderful that would be for I seem to wander in the night searching for my mind wherever it is that it has gone. I walk a dark and lonely road full of doubts and reflections that bring me nothing but chaos within for the answers I search for only you hold but what truth do you hold when you entered by body with no invitation and stole my strength to feed your own weakness now you parade with arrogance that came from cracking my heart open with your lies..such a dark soul that had never intended to love but to milk me for what I was worth then toss me like you so easily did.
-pbw
I was ***** and wrote this a few months after. I'm struggling and just want it to all be over.
V Anne Apr 2017
I am a part of a
tiny yet large
silence yet surfacing
community.

We feel the same pain.
We feel the same anger.

It bubbles and bursts
an overflow.
We ask
“What is wrong with us?”
“What did we do to make this happen?”

And the answer
is nothing.

We are brave souls
seeking a glimpse
of shinning light

In an electric storm.
a commotion so wild
it makes us shiver.
It makes us burn.

Conflicted.
Confused.
We are utterly conflicted
and utterly confused

But we are making noise.
Titans fighting angst
our own mythological *******.

But these monsters are real
and they are among us

So we cannot remain silent.
We must find our own unique
glowing
effervescent
voice.

And that voice will swell
and soar
and climb to new heights.

We are eagles.

Furiously screaming
across the sky.

And you should bow
in awe of our
majesty.
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