#pistol
I was back in my prison-- the four walls of my room.
Emotions were shooting like pistols.
My head is about to go boom.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
Quick with a gun
bullets; one two three
I love you, shoot your mercy into me
They took you away, I've lost everything
I'm too scarred, tonight my pistol sings
❇❇❇
I just wanted to come with you
show me your hometown
I just wanted to be like you
far away from where they gun us down
I won't let them take you away
I'll stand my ground
I will make it all okay
Pinky promise, I'll never let you down
Violence and blood hail around me
I'll take my cover
I might drown in my own red sea
But anything for you, my darling lover
My lynx sat the world on fire
The madmen fell to the ground
With you, my love won't expire
As long as you're safe and sound
I was too late to catch your flight
But your soul is safe with me
We didn't get to say goodbye
The eternal sleep has its claws in me
❇❇❇
Shoot me a line and I'll go there
If you're not breathing, I just don't care
Like Bonnie and Clyde against all odds
We bleed freedom; we can't be stopped
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
My emotions are like a pistol in a holster.
I've kept them seated for weeks, trying to convey a maturity.
I don't need you to turn to, and I grow a little each day.
Change is hard, but our vignette was harder.
Chapter by chapter we grew more climactic.
Drama begets danger, and the ringing sounds like shrill bells, each one screaming a letter of your name.
I put on my headphones and get to work.
I will undo the anger I've seen, you can't drag me under.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
Thicker beard.
Consistent and stringent hygiene habits.
Less swearing, more silence.
Politically informed.
More attentive while driving.
Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded.
Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close.
At least the beach is still pristine.
Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was.
Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees.
All military members on leave called back to base.
A box is somewhere.
It has food for one day,
Two passports,
And a pistol.
It sits idly by the door.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
letting it go too far over
whispering lines none too sober
deep into superficial radical concerns
but the comfort theme overall well stirred
fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures
miming intentions in meaningless false truths–
eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
Man wants the pistol fully loaded.
He wants the cool brushed steal,
the soft worn wood, the capacity for death.
Fearful of overcrowding - death loads a blank. A ***** with no ammo.
No power over life or strength in death.
All this I needn't worry; I favour the knife.
Life pours icy smoke from chalice lips
Coloured with the flag of every nation.
Daren't a silver bangle fall tearfully to the pistol - barrel in mouth, I fear no evil.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
He made a gun out of his finger and thumb, and ****** his hand back as if representing the kickback of a pistol.
If it was just his hand then why did my white shoes become speckled red, and why did the light fleet from his eyes?
It's etched into my memory, the day it became more than a joke, the day it wasn't laughs that followed, but instead smoke.
The sick part is, I still have those shoes, they're sitting by my front door stained brown from dry blood.
I'm not sure why I kept them, maybe it's because that's all I have left of my brother.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
****** off
****** of
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
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...And then they would place their pistols beneath their chins and pull the trigger. I would see it as some cylindrical spatter of blood escaping from the tops of their heads, like over exaggerated gore from the adult movies. So what would happen next for them exactly? Blackness? No. That is still something. Perhaps just empty. No. Can't be. Empty has potential to be filled, rendering it not quite nothing. I suppose it would be like before you were born. Do you remember it?
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right,
Shoot,
Bang,
Laugh,
Sing,
Bomb,
Dropped,
Pistols
Shot
People
Dead
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC