"wessons" poems - Hello Poetry

We were crazy. he and i. We'd cut ourselves with rocks to see whose blood would run the fastest, It was hailing and we went for a swim. Nuts. He said he had a rope. He said there's two Smith and Wessons in his ******* closet. I kissed him. No favorite colors, We'd lie in the shade of synagogues and under the blaze of search lights, a couple of lost springs. Picking me up around the corner so they wouldn't see, he'd tumble his bike so that we'd fly and i'd scream. Beautiful. He said for us to run away. Never sweat. He said let's run, let's ******* run. He said shut the ******* door. I run. Run away. He doesn't like me to. He had a rope and there's two Smith and Wessons in his closet.

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC

Nonee

a short

We were crazy. he and i. We'd cut ourselves with rocks to see whose blood would run the fastest, It was hailing and we went for a swim. Nuts. He said he had a rope. He said there's two Smith and Wessons in his ******* closet. I kissed him. No favorite colors, We'd lie in the shade of synagogues and under the blaze of search lights, a couple of lost springs. Picking me up around the corner so they wouldn't see, he'd tumble his bike so that we'd fly and i'd scream. Beautiful. He said for us to run away. Never sweat. He said let's run, let's ******* run. He said shut the ******* door. I run. Run away. He doesn't like me to. He had a rope and there's two Smith and Wessons in his closet.

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Tell me, have you looked down at project stair wells Notice that our people don't fair well? Farewell to the broke days We got dreams and hope to get paid Laid, condo living while we're sipping on chardonnay Make a sin out the life we were given Reminiscing when average joe's roamed with smith & wessons I learned my lessons, create a presence So when they say I'm broke, I tell 'em my past is not my present Open presents on Christmas morning, in place of our people mourning Bullets tend to **** and death is always calling Frequently calling me at night sometimes And at night is when we live out our lives of crime Purchase jewels to claim we're cool, the evils found within me Spend our income on guns till our funds is almost empty **** and we're just praying for a way out Lay on a beach, instead of a street, laid out

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Feb 22, 2012

Feb 22, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC

franco-palma

The Evils

Tell me, have you looked down at project stair wells Notice that our people don't fair well? Farewell to the broke days We got dreams and hope to get paid Laid, condo living while we're sipping on chardonnay Make a sin out the life we were given Reminiscing when average joe's roamed with smith & wessons I learned my lessons, create a presence So when they say I'm broke, I tell 'em my past is not my present Open presents on Christmas morning, in place of our people mourning Bullets tend to **** and death is always calling Frequently calling me at night sometimes And at night is when we live out our lives of crime Purchase jewels to claim we're cool, the evils found within me Spend our income on guns till our funds is almost empty **** and we're just praying for a way out Lay on a beach, instead of a street, laid out

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I weep for man I laugh at mankind and my heart breaks for humanity We are so far removed from ourselves separated by ego and arrogance blinded by routine and normalcy spinning cogs walking in circles as the world turns into a wasteland Our hearts become nothing more than empty graveyards hollow and empty sound in our pulse white noise blocking the transmission of our dreams Puppets safe in their cages the masses only move with the flow educate them to repeat repetition never teach them to think line them up one by one ducks on the pound waiting to be hunted Money Money Money The only currency worth dying for Life has no value on wall street only the Dow and the Jones and the Smiths and the Wessons bullets and lead over the teeth and the smiles of children coins and cash over the blood and bones of innocence cold lifeless steel over the warmth and sound of a heart beat I weep for man I laugh at mankind and my heart breaks for humanity

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC

akira-chinen

man, mankind, humanity

I weep for man I laugh at mankind and my heart breaks for humanity We are so far removed from ourselves separated by ego and arrogance blinded by routine and normalcy spinning cogs walking in circles as the world turns into a wasteland Our hearts become nothing more than empty graveyards hollow and empty sound in our pulse white noise blocking the transmission of our dreams Puppets safe in their cages the masses only move with the flow educate them to repeat repetition never teach them to think line them up one by one ducks on the pound waiting to be hunted Money Money Money The only currency worth dying for Life has no value on wall street only the Dow and the Jones and the Smiths and the Wessons bullets and lead over the teeth and the smiles of children coins and cash over the blood and bones of innocence cold lifeless steel over the warmth and sound of a heart beat I weep for man I laugh at mankind and my heart breaks for humanity

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