#gunshot
No more numbers
These cries into the night
Unheard gunshots
And fatal consequences
That drowned out the light
A mind so broken
Pieces scattered along the floor
Another statistic
Lost away
And all we ever do
Is watch the blood poor
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
Tired of the fight
Fed up with the pain
No reason to live left in sight
I just don't want to go insane
All I want is to go to sleep
To never wake up with the next days dawn
Maybe with the gun to my head
I will finally get to stay asleep
With these Gunshot Eyes
Sep 3, 2022
Sep 3, 2022 at 11:41 AM UTC
The cold metal door
Squeeaaaks
And swings to the wall
In a thump of agony.
Lever-action. The bolt
Cliiiicks
To the hammer, before the
Brittle door-shavings
Rocket outwards in a
BANG!
Metal shatters like laminate.
In a way, its like
The spirit.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
I don't know, I... I can't describe it
I just wish your feet didn't move you to my door
I wish the ***** didn't burn so hot in me after
that little big fight
Now my lips keep ******* my tears
on words with "had I know"
.
I wish the liquor store had closed before that hour
Or better still, the bottle disposed
But it happened so fast that I lost my myself to another self
My anger met jealousy, like fire unionised with gasoline
I don't know, I... I... I can't des... Or maybe do I understand now
.
You were the page in my diary I tore
And the coin that slip of my pocket in the rain
Well, I'll wipe my tears away
For after just one gunshot I will be there to give you my apologies
(BANG!)
.
{the poet that stinks with lines⚟}
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I loaded the gun with my own happiness as the ammo
Then I handed it over to you and forced you to pull the trigger
When you did, all I felt was the pain of the shot.
You thought I died so you left me behind
But I was clinging to every short breath I managed to take
I watched you go on and find your new life without me
Day by day, the pain faded but I still bled with every movement
The hole is still present, but now it's healed up.
All that remains is a nasty scar
I did this to myself, but you were no angel
For the reason I loaded the gun was to fast forward through your unfaithfulness
I only imagined success and never the opposite
But here I am, left in the wreckage
And you're giving her a new last name.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
ring
ring
ring
ring
hello?
ring
ring
ring
ring
hello?
ring
ring
ring
ring
a gunshot was heard,
but not by her,
blood gushed out of her face like a grotesque river,
a bullet hole in the side of her head,
maybe we should put down all the technology...
before someone gets hurt...
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Her love is toxic,
A poisonous water.
If a tiny drop rained in your mouth,
It tastes like sweet honey kiss of death
Which tightens your esophagus and
Breaks your oars and drowns you
In her love ocean
For you won't be able to wade out
As it holds your head
Upside down, submerging
Your entire body,
under the cold dark water
Till you completely drown
and breathless.
Her love is toxic,
A minefield explosion.
Your heart would be
Torn into pieces
Just thinking about her, all the times
as she doesn't give you
the maps to her love mines
Until bang, bang, and
You feel her love grenades
Explode in your heart
Each time you reminiscing
And dreaming about her.
Her love is toxic,
A gunshot that
Burst through your chest.
Each time she looks into your eyes
You would be addicted to her lust,
And loss control, and become
Dysfunctional, disoriented then
Drop Dead
Like you're being shot
On your head with a bullet.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
She motioned for me to move
I repeated my reply
"Do you not wish for my love?"
No I do not wish for lie
"But we should be, cant you see"
No I cannot, remember?
"Please do speak, I need it for m-"
I stood off the bench we shared
She looked as she wished, naive
"Was it you for who he cared?"
I saw the white web she weaved
"You are to he, waves of sea "
Her gaze caught mine, and she sobbed
"Never seek, time kills you and m-"
And then she rushed forward and grabbed my hand
"If I cannot turn back time and have he"
"I wish to never exist"
I combed through her hair to remove the sand
"I'm afraid you never did, but only"
"In my foolish head"
And then she was gone and I was alone
Without comfort, or imagination
I walked to my place calling mothers phone
I laughed, an empty reverberation
"I'm sorry but you were right, he lost mind"
"Never chase a hope, or dream"
"Because I am put in physical binds"
I felt my head start to gleam
Giggling, I broke my phone on the ground
"How can perfection be achieved!" I said
"It cannot," I whispered without a sound
Looking up, there was a solution laid
"Goodbye," finally filled with happy tone
An explosion of peace ripped through my head
And that was all, a single piece of lead
Evidence of my answer
To impossible problems
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
“I would compare falling out of love more to coming home from war. It is a slow process, but then suddenly it is gone. You prepare for months and weeks to return from war. The days seem to drag. And then you’re home and you have no idea what to do with yourself. You can spend forever fighting with the one you love, trying to make them stay, trying to remind them who they were, but then suddenly it’s over and they’re gone. And akin to loud noises seeming like gunshots, people’s voices sound too much like theirs and certain songs sound like them coming home. It is hell. And I’m not sure it ever goes away. Maybe you drown out the similar voices and you learn new songs, but one day you hear a gunshot ring out, and you’re back where you started.”
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
I am Immortal
I am Invincible
I am Imemorable
I am the blackness living deep
in the bile ducts of your lungs,
I hear you whisper my name;
and I shiver.
I have neither hero nor god:
I am that I am that I am-
ALIVE
I learned not the word caution
I know not the meaning of a future:
I am where I am where I am-
NOW
The bullet which ricocheted off my right *** cheek and exploded through my left ******** seemed to have its own voice as it whizzed by, winking, “The truth may set you free young man, but not until it is finished with you.”
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
you said to be more like you so i became a ghost too but i have taken your place as the one breaking dishes, shattered glasses refracting the cold light of morning-afters and you are silence and silence and silence and no matter how much noise i make or how many times i scream out your name into the dark you’re nowhere to be found; you’ll never come back around. you’re dead and you left me here alone on my own. i can never forgive you for this.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
The first time you hear a gunshot in person is a coming-of-age event. Where were you when you heard it? Standing behind your dad, wearing earmuffs and protective glasses while he showed you how to brace for the recoil of a 12 guage shotgun? Going into a shooting range to learn self defense and studying everyone else because you're too nervous to ask how you're supposed to stand or how you're supposed to hold it? On the street in the dark with your friends, walking through the rough part of the neighborhood to prove how big your sack was? Blam. Bright light. Blam. Total darkness. Blam. Bright light. Three shots. A total of 2.3 seconds has gone by. You are suddenly years older, because of how much those 2.3 seconds of time ages you. Your friend's injured. Blam. Get down. Blam. Go home. 1.8 seconds. Everything is silent now. The only sound is the ringing in your ears, followed by the peeling tires of the vehicle. Smoke hangs motionless in the air. In your head, in your room later that night, in the hospital to bring one of them poorly stated "Get well soon" cards and in the graveyard to bring the other one flowers, you only hear one sound. Blam. Four years later. Training on a range with soldiers. Have the drill sergeant scream in your face that you don't know what it's like to watch your best friend take a bullet in the battlefield. Compose yourself. Two years later, walking to work through the bad part of a different city. You already know it's going to happen. This time, it's not to you, or to anyone you know, but you hear it anyways and you think of the first time. Unfortunately, it's not the first time we all like to think about, which is usually a backseat, or your parents basement, or in the school bathroom, no, this one's a bang that's much less enjoyable. We're told not to talk about it. We live in fear of it. A constant fear. You start to feel unsafe where you live. Better go by a gun.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
I lift it up, I plunge it down
And bang! There goes my childhood
Open my heart, yet make no sound
And bang! There goes my life.
I sit through life, I watch, I breathe
And bang! There goes my innocence
I turn, I spin, I help, appease
And bang! There goes my life.
I poke, I **** I read, I write
And bang! There goes my memory
I lose my hearing, breathing, sight
And bang! There goes my life.
I touch, I tear, I bite, I kick
And bang! There go my youthful dreams
I run ‘til I make myself sick
And bang! There goes my life.
I hear the door swing back and forth
And bang! Remember vividly
A million times I’ve run this course
But bang! There goes my life.
I surrender, I wave my flag
And bang! My soul inside a box
And from the depths my self I drag
To bang! My way through life.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Running through the forest
Run, Run, Run
Jumping over fallen trees
One, by, One
Blood flowing to the ground
Through my Thumb
Running from the beatings
Run, Run, Run
Heart beating fast
*** *** BANG!
Heart no longer beating
*** *** BANG!
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
Look me in the eyes, she said.
Tell me its over, she said.
The coldness in her voice and the longing in her eyes,
I couldn't differentiate between the mist of mistrust between us and that formed by the pouring rain.
A gunshot and there was silence between us again.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
The end of a sentence
is a period.
The end of a life
is a death.
The end of a road
is a dead end.
The end of a book
is a last page.
The end of the light
is the dark.
The end of a fire
is water.
The end of time
is nothing.
The end of the truth
is a lie.
The end of a person
is a gunshot.
The end of me
is you.
The end of lunch
is an empty bowl.
The end of a poem
is a message.
The end of a hello
is a goodbye.
The end of this poem
is this.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
The soft hum of crickets-
Made the gun shot sound like a canon.
And the old mans soft cries-
The volume of a giant.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Peter got a sandwich for you.
mama went shopping ,
Gabriel needs a carwash,
Cristen choked on his ***** ,
Iris sailed the oceans,
Blake died of ennui.
Martha blew her neighbour,
Adrian stole her *******
Beth went out of liquor,
Walter cooked a new batch.
Marla is a ******
Gambit dealt a new pack.
And so and so they pass by
All these million names.
Who cares to blink twice
At a facecless face?
And then came eh...! wry dry, Dont **** Me, " ... " I can't even
Say his name.
It's like this name
Blew my heart out with a shotgun
right through my rib cage.
And these are the names
Which pierce your heart
And make you breathless
Because they hold stories
That you always hid in darkness.
And
You have skeletons In your
Closet
Like thats not enough
To give you the brain flu!
But the salt on the wound
Is that-
so does your wife,
Your mistress,
And everyone around you.
(gunshot)
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC