#loaded
Your questions have
been selected carefully.
Like bullets in a gun,
they are loaded.
“How are you?”
Shoot me once.
“How’s your job?”
Shoot me twice.
“How is school?”
One by one.
The bullets land.
Wear me down.
Break my heart
and my skin.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
Your questions
So carefully
Selected
Like bullets
In a gun
You loaded.
Bang bang bang.
They only stop
When I am dead
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
There once was a man named Rick
Who carried a red blackthorn stick
He flailed it blatantly
that ancient shillelagh
The bataireacht fighter was quick!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke
A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground
Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
my head it resembles a revolver
My mind the spinning wheel
Loaded with thoughts
ready to shoot out
hoping it catches someones eye
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Leaning here
Hoping to have a moment
Realization
Clarity
Bring to me; a piece of mind
If God exists I'm begging
If Ghandi grants wishes
If I can please ******* find some peace
Or even just a piece
Something to hold onto, someone to hold my hand
Because truth is I'm scared
Truth is I'm holding my heart, griping my keyboard, hugging my mind
They don't tell u how real it is
Always gotta learn the hard way
I don't even know what I'm writing about
I'm just laying here; laying here trying to stay woke, stay free, stay alive
I went to school today and didn't do to class
I stared in a boys eyes, told him I'm not gone
Keeping in touch, seems a bit to much
Seems like I'm fighting myself
Everyday I'm struggling
Fear and doubt
I will prevail I will not fail
I have nothing to prove, I shall own up my sins
I shall caress every acquaintance; in a home that feels safe, where we aren't afraid
Clenching my jaw, body like a suttle current, with a mind like a hurricane
I shall not fail myself
I shall not let myself go
I shall not hate
I'm never giving in, not headed to that golden gate
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
I wrote words
To try and bandage
The broken things.
Things like the mind and soul and hearts,
Of angels that fell apart and wings have given out,
I let the broken wing do its thing,
You can't fix a Devil in disguise,
With words acting like tape and bandages,
And your devil commanded wings
Flew you down corridors of sorrow,
And classroom bullies of depression,
And those heart palpitations,
Was your chest trying to protect you from within,
Not telling you to let the devil in and steal your soul for a mere sanity,
Your not as insane as they come,
Devils and Angels all are one as the same hand,
They have bend dealt and handed out a loaded gun,
And what they chose to do with the gun,
To put it to your temple,
Or to there's over an over again,
Is all in the free will and mind a god from above gave man kind,
The freedom of free mind and thought,
But why are we blind?
We have the right to things other animals have there rights stripped from,
And we do that to other countries, people, and ourselves,
Like a god wrote a bible that is lines in the game telephone,
passed on like dropped calls that still got the message with the little details missing.
Because it was a story to teach you something,
To help you get through a hard time,
But instead we use gods gifts to oppress those around us,
And those around us,
Use it to oppress us,
So my words try to act like bandages,
Like gods did,
But even God couldn't fix the broken things,
because God made the world and left the broken things,
while he rested on the 7th day,
when he could of fixed things.
what would he of changed?
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three,
It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Walk away slowly
Please don't run
Remember
I'm still holding the gun
It's cocked
And loaded....
Aimed at my temple
Why didn't you listen?
The rules....
WERE SIMPLE!!!
I handed you my heart
Expecting you not to
Break It!
You should've known it...
I'm a ******* poet!
I can turn anything you say
Into a **** ****** scene
Make you wish
It was ALL A DREAM
But it's not
And you're gone
I'm holding the trigger
Thank God
I decided to use ink
Instead of bullets...
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
If you are good in one thing
You are definitely good in another thing
Specialization and fear, hindered her
from exploring the deep waters of herself
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC