Slam for Orlando
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Grey skies overhead.
Blue seas below, waving.
Green trees, hoping for a chance to start anew.
Red fire giving trees a chance.
Grey skies put the fire out, the sea ceases its spread, the trees start anew.
49 sitting, thirsty for death
To kill the parasitic melancholy and loneliness
Enter 1, hungry for carnage
Ending their pain with a bang
I can’t believe I was starting to think
that I might be comfortable in my own skin
that the spinning of the world
might be tipping upright again
and the breeze might soon
smell sweet and welcoming.
Orlando,
tomorrow is forming
no more as we pretended
mourning informed by scores
our innocence ended
sinisterly splintered bodies
my father tells me to be quieter as i’m washing the dishesso he can hear the news,hear about the 102 people shot in orlando last weekendand the candlelight vigil i didn’t attend because i had to work
The pain will never be of pleasure,
for the deaths of those precious lives cannot be measured.
These innocent victims will forever be remembered,
for the Orlando shooting was caused by a ruthless offender.
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls,
Knowing
What could come next.
They could only text their mothers
While a gunman tested the nation.
We've seen it before.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
All I could see is the souls of those roses in his hands.
So much blood,
the agony of it all...
The malignant aura spread across the nation
Forty-nine hearts ripped out of innocent souls, ninety-eight eyes closed for eternity,
one hundred ninety-six limbs peacefully paralyzed, the world is praying for these forty-nine hearts
My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal.
Is it too much to ask--
for love
to live?
Hands hold hands, waiting to run
from the grip of fear--
Faces fade to gray against
the colors of the heart's life--
No pulse--
only the still.
There was a day before you and there'll be a day after you. And I know no one thought that day was soon,But it was.
Turn it off
Turn off the news
Turn off
The hurt
The hurt
The hurt
It's too much to take
Too much to understand
So it's better to just not see
It's better to just
Turn it off
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry to all the families that lost someone who ment the world to them in the Orlando shooting,
I'm sorry that this happened to you,
I'm sorry that you have to experience this pain,
We dance, merry in a fortunate life
With lights flashing blue and green and red
Our only wish: that this will never end
A sentence without a terminal point
We are young. We are free in this great dance
Dear sweet Orlando,
know that we all have your back
even when I can't imagine
what its like to be attacked.
There are very few words
that will come to my head
when speaking of this Tragedy
