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Akira Chinen Jul 2016
Her name was Mad Violin
We had met at a bar
Where I was half past midnight at drunk
And she had spilt smoke
And smoked whisky
And I remember her talking
About suicide and music
And writing and art
I was halfway through a strange dream
And she was completely undressed
And we were ******* our way
Through the nightmares
Of hope and illusion
She stood there watching
Our bodies tangle and sweat
As she played the violin
And strangled the life out of me with its strings
I woke up stiff and hungover
In an empty bed
The dream still clawing at my back
Her ghost still playing
That ****** violin
It was in all the papers
And on the all the news
Another death
Another suicude
Another note with a name
And a goodbye
I didn't have to read
Or listen or watch
I already knew
Mad Violin
Wouldn't be playing again
She was gone

Gone...
  Gone...
              gone...

I wiped off a tear
Before it crawled out onto my face
And choked back a sob
And pretended to laugh
She got out of the lie
Out from under the strings
Burned her name and violin and stage
And set the whole world ablaze
No one noticed her before
But now everyone claimed
To know her name
And I couldn't actually remember
So I just called her Mad Violin
Kaylin Martin May 2011
What did the world have to say
On this bright and clear mocking May day?
The day that physically mimicks 9/11.
Do you remember that fateful morning where so many went to heaven?
The plotters death was marked this very day
After it was announced that a group of SEALS took him away.
I'm not sure its a good thing to be happy of his demise.
I've been asking the same question all day...why?
I'll tell you why:

I remeber being a little girl standing by the TV,
Watching the planes and buildings on the screen.
One.
It seems to be some kinda accident..
Two.
Its a terrorist attack, isn't it?
I saw that 747 bank left and drive hard
Into the side of that building that blew out tiny shards
Of glass and fire raining from above,
Along with the paperwork and the terrorists love.
Shocked cries from the street and gasps filled the air
Manhattan was on display and the whole world stared.
Then awhile later at 9:03 a.m.,
The shock and horrid pictures were played over again.
As another Boeing flew through the side.
We were all wondering.."How many have died?"
Cries filled the air as one building
P
     L
           U
               M
                     M
                           E
                               T
                                   E
                                       D
To the ground.
And the screach of hot metal was the only sound
Ashes and smoke hung over the city like plague,
Not letting us in on how many lives it had claimed.
I vividly remember watching people fall through the sky.
Not taking death by fire but instead...






















Suicude...




Then we watched as another fell story by story.
And when the air finally cleared, there was nothing more to see.

T           L E             U B           T H            D E            Y B            A D
  H      I      S       R        B      E      A       A      E       R      O      S
     E P          O F              B L           T M            V E            D Y

Soon unearthed a cross and an American Flag.
This country became stronger with every tear that fell from her eye.
We soon set off into the hills of the desert with one mission: Osama dies
It may have taken 10 years but we found you hiding like a coward.
I hope you got the death you so rightly deserved.
Just remember: America is not perfect at all.
But we stood as one nation under god on that day in the fall.
This whole country rejoiced when the news was said,
Obama came on the screen and said "Osama is dead"

If you hit us first, we'll hit you harder.
We won't stop until we've finished what you've started.
Atlanta Georgia Oct 2015
let me shove my theories down your throat.
This is what I hear everytime someone comes to me
asking if I have a minute to talk about
"our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ"
Don't get me wrong I support christians.
I went to church for 10 years
just to learn about the religion.
But why should I bow down to people
who told me daily that I,
as a woman who loves loving women,
am going to go to hell?
Who told me one of my big brothers
was going to go to hell aswell?
Him being a man who loves loving men.
They told me my other brother
would burn eternally too
and that his child,
concieved out of wedlock,
was a mistake.
Repent or burn,
they hiss but act as though
they're different from the serpent
that so deviantly tempted Eve
with desires of forbidden fruit.
My big sister,
is foretold a future of damnation,
for trying to take her life
7 times.
They say
it's a hard path to choose to take,
walking with God,
But to ask for forgiveness
and ye shall be saved.
What if my detours distract me
and i end up with the destination to flames.
I could give up who I am,
say i'm clean
of the mental illness labelled
homosexuality.
God says do not to lie.
God says do not to be jealous of what
my neighbors have
and my neighbors are
straight,
God.
I wanted for years not to be gay,
Lord,
and I have cried upon the shoulders
of great christians
because I wished I wasn't.
Christians who I owe my sanity too
because although they did not support
my "lifestyle",
they supported me,
God.
They loved me regardless because you said
love thy neighbor.
You said,
do not be prideful,
but Lord,
some of your followers,
they held their noses in the air
and the looked down at me.
Named themselves,
better.
Judge and ye sha'll be judged
just as harshly,
you said.
So I pray, father
do not let my neighbors pay
they were ignorant and they still are.
They said with some writings you have to read
between the lines
but sometimes they missed the words that
were already there,
God.
They made me ache over
what I was,
what I am.
I thought there was something wrong with me,
Lord
and there was a time i'd look to the sky
and i'd ask for something seemingly simple,
i'd say " now, I know i've been bad but please-"
and I'd beg for what I wanted.
I'd say i'd try to be good,
whether for the day or for a few weeks.
I believed in you
and sometimes,
just sometimes i'd get what I asked for,
but there was always a catch,
Lord.
I was always thrown an attemtped suicude
or another runaway
and I would cry for nights
so I wouldn't to other people.
I'd think it was wrong of me,
to ask for a favor,
being such a sinner.
I didn't want to go to hell,
but facing reality felt like the preview.
I'm learning to live with myself,
God,
Because for those 10 years
I was as gay as I am now,
but I wanted to be washed away
of my sins.
My burdens to be lifted off my shoulders,
I wanted to be a good kid.
I wanted my parents to love me more
and I wanted to not be bad anymore,
but Father I have sinned
and I still do.
I was just a kid
and I still am.
Still,
I thank you
for experience,
life-long lessons.
But,
God,
do I resent you.
Gabriel Herrera May 2022
I wear my heart on my scarred and tethered sleeve
I rest my heart under my favorite shirt
The one I bought for a day out

That never panned out

I dangle my heart over a juxtaposition of what was once you and me

Clearly
I'm qualified to handle my issues
Alone

Behold all the moments I cried out for help and not one soul listened

I debated suicude
Along side my mothers guidance

I buried my heart under all those back & forth arguments
Steming from voids we shall not cement in truth

Her and I are better now
I dabble in silence towards backtalk and a slick tongue

Sometimes her volume still demands too much from my teetering patience

But ****** I love her

Like I loved them

Fragrance

A gift today
A scent long forgotten

A heart beat tranquilizer
That's what love foretold

When you lose someone
You wonder
What it'll take to reel them back in

To foresee a journey

Another one entails fashionable corruption

Mind boggling desecration

I lost to who
I lost two
I lost too many times

Only when you've lost everyone, you gain yourself

A carousel fairytale ride
Each roundabout
Noticing loss of smiling faces to each child
That's my life to this point summed up entirely

Each yearly roundabout

You're becoming farther out of my reach
I preach to the masses you become farther without the first "r" for me

I'm ready to wear my heart revamped and revealed
For everyone to caress and undress

Peeling away my surrender

I rest my heart on yours

Going at it alone
It's not unnessacary
     Just unwanted
Not ideal

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