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Ten years ago today, four innocent people in a pharmacy were shot.It took just thirty something minutes for the murderer to be caught.The two employees survived but the pharmacist and his customer died.
When a surgeon had to operate on a man, she was pissed.She botched the operation because the patient was sexist.She learned he was sexist and botched the operation so that he would die.
You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
The smell of sand.
The feeling of peace.
The edge to cry for absolutely no reason.
The cravings...the need to be held.
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
A suitcase was left on my porch that was full of body parts.When I learned whose body it was, it really broke my heart.I burst into tears when I learned that it was my son.I hunted the killer down and shot him with my gun.
El eterno silencio
Es la muerte
A menudo decimos bajo este cielo
Donde los enemigos están en todas partes
Incluso entre matones y tontos
Death is
The eternal silence
We often say under this sky
Where the enemies are ubiquitous
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(June 2022)
The locked door broken open
A knife in the bathroom
Blood on bedsheets and towels
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in PeaceThe Almighty God will render you JusticeHe will welcome you all in His KingdomWhere there is more Liberty and Freedom.
On top of a mountain,
We will meet-
Like chalk stains and the rinsing of knuckles.
Tonight a salamander has slayed a dragon.
Two men died over a woman who was as beautiful as a jewel.They both loved her and they both died when they had a duel.This horrible incident occurred in the year 1802.Two lives were lost when both men were through.
Let me tell you about the most tragic love story that has ever been known.It's about a man who had a lover and her name was Pauline Jones.It happened thirty-five years in the past.But sadly, it was destined not to last.
Coldness prickles my feet
The winter morning is no joking matter
If you have no means to eat or a place to sleep
The twigs crackle crackle crackle
The night was filled with alcohol and chips
Cards and bets
Family and friends
The smell of wine and burnt bread
Pasta on the floors and fur at our feet
Cats pawing and dogs howling
We are many shades lighter
But carry the most darkness
Complicit in the genocide
Of those who look different
you buried our relationship
six feet underground
you didn’t leave a single flower,
you didn’t even bother
with a fucking tombstone
all i was to you,
With the light shining on my face,
You told me I look full of grace.
When I flared my nose while I was upset with you,
You told me it was me you wanted to pursue.
When I cried about something so small,
Does The Sight of My Hair Make You STARE ... ???
If Your Answer Is Yeah Do You Think That's Fair ... ?
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
Bang! Bang!
The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs
His blood spilt inside of the house he had built
Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose
He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
When I woke up one day,
I realized,
my personality wasn't the same as usual.
I had never acted this way before.
When I woke up,
my reflection stood over me, looking down on me.
I felt small,
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
Living on campus is too dangerous these days
As I have a fear of guns that will blaze
As school shootings are not a phase
So I commute
A thirty-five minute drive
You watched me from my window and took out your anger on my body with your eyes.
~awatr
The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,
Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,
These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
She sits still, her voice cracking from the fear
of the hideous creature before her. Any slight movement and she will
be killed slowly and painfully. The girl grows rather querulous waiting
glittery souls, half-took breaths
rest-less hearts, uncleansed mess
coated daggers, red-stained walls
unseen brutality, unseen by all
a cripple depression, unheard cries
no long here, a thousand lies
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become.
People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
Scattered whispers all around,
Stains of crimson on the ground;
Countless faces looking down
At the woman in a gown.
As the white turns into red
From the blood the woman shed,
all of the days when you wanted to hide
all of the times when you made mistakes
all of the moments when you hated what lived inside
all of the nights when your heart finally breaks
Monkey see monkey do,
Monkey's gonna murder you.
Monkey knows the way you sneak,
Sees the company you keep.
With a collar around her throat,
Monkey's gonna make you choke.
Monkey see monkey do,
It's not a trial to slay a doe
Among the forest floor and snow,
Enchanted by the final breath
Echoing from the chasm breath.
A soul escaping from a snout,
A final breath struggles out
Machine of pain,
Which pours blood like rain.
You helped my forefathers liberate,
You made the home I venerate.
Through wilderness and adveristy,
There are lives you defend.
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.
Tomorrow is Thursday
I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
The vibrating sound of the machinery rang loudly throughout the room.
I took great pleasure in listening to its penetrating music as I watched
her small statured body wreathe against the blood-stained straps
Dearest Alan,
Sharp tongue,
Sharper wit,
Fervent spirit.
I think of you in C-SPAN,
I think of you in my walkman.
The crimson crosses silver flakes
The body not a sound does make
The silent cries that make me shiver
As the corpse slowly withers
The winter breeze a chill does send
But the sorrow it can not mend
Her eyes mask her emotions,
Her gaze, as cold as the Pacific ocean,
As she holds the knife,
He begs for life,
It's been a month since I've
come around,
and it's been a month since I
went and found
that I have a hard time believing in humanity.
Humanity-
Humanity-
Steps away from deathMinutes away from the endAs here I stand, my crossroadsEverything I thought I knew“Kill or be Killed?”The wordsThe taste of poison off my tongueTo save a life?Her life?
Frozen hands on the face
Echoing, echoing
Killing me without a trace
The silence, loud in my ear
What then, oh my, oh dear, oh dear
That’s it, I’m done, life’s not worth living
I slowly slice a bagel into two,
smashing cream cheese on to both halves.
Police walk through my entire home
donning briefcases and latex gloves.
My parents nervously sip coffee in the
corner
The first image was of a young boy with a bat. Cute.
The second, blurry, showed the boy walking, dragging his bat with.
The third negative showed the boy with his (presumed) little brother.
The crimson drops under the moonlight
A howl echos through the long night
The stars that shine way up high
A dreary gleam covers the sky
My body slowly stats to quake
Fear within my heart it does make
Since when does one become "evil"?
Is it my pride that broods you?
Or my age of wisdom and fairness
No one
Not even my little sister
Could ever succeed?
Pay your respects
don't disrespect
it's bitter days
my mind astray
your silhouette
drawn by the bay
there on the floor
Once upon a time there was a young girl in trouble
She needed to pay for college but she had no money
So she crafted up a devious plan
It was so disturbing and dark she could not bring herself to say it out loud
Everyone knows the story of The Little Mermaid right?
Young mermaid falls in love with a dashing prince at sea and marries him and they live happily ever after?
Wrong.
Ariel was not interested in Prince Eric at all,
Goodbye my Angels oh where did you go? Goodbye my Angels so little we know. Goodbye my Angels I sit and I stare. Goodbye my Angels Daddy's still here. Goodbye my Angels your departure so soon. Goodbye my Angels I wish somebody knew....
Welcome to my country
My home and my land
My pride and joy
My country
The place of freedom
Lover,
Stepping over
Boundaries and trials.
Leaving me was nasty business ...
Murder.
Shes a baby ok, shes always sad right, she feels as if she never belongs, after her sister abandonned her, she ran, she hid, she feels like she should die, you killed her, murderer
Your tiny hands rap around my throat.
They reach and grope like hangman's rope
to break a neck already broke.
snap crack and smash these sinews
That hold my head up in the sky.
Crazy maiden in the woods
tracked her down as best I could
She and I both bruised and bled.
My leg was lame. She sought me dead.
A tear-smudged face,
a curdling cry
A deadly grace,
Bullying seems only to me to be
The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me
You laugh at me, you push and shove,
I run home crying, to pray to the man above
Ask him to help, in any way he could
I murdered you.
I made absolutely sure.
I jammed the knife right through
The piece of my heart
In which you had chosen to dwell.
It's alright, I justified,
The act was clearly self-defense,
57 Dead. 35 Days.
If drugs were the problem
Why is murder the solution?
Rehabilitation - an offer not worth refusing
HELLO BOYS AND GIRLS!LETS HAVE SOME FUN!While your parents are drinking,play with this gun!A game of Cops & Robbers.SHOOT AND KILL!OOPS!! You have a Boo Boo?Here, take this pill.
Thanksgiving has arrived and theirs nothing to eat.A starving single mother has two children to feed.They won't stop whining and crying about their hunger,The starving single mother is fed up and ponders.
Our skin meshed,By our tendons underneath,We were so grateful,Until you needed more than we, One by heart,Three by the feet,Your elbows now tug against my cheeks,Trying to rip through the sheath,And make your run for the prince,Your passions flow
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
She once killed a man named Freddie Doo.
For he loved to fondle with her shoe.
So she chopped him into pieces,
Which she sent to her nieces
Did I mention that she is a cow named Moo Moo?
My mama told me that I belong in the world.
Now I never took her word for it,
For I never met a man who belonged.
Not really.
Not truly.
We are all struggling to get somewhere.
I hear piercing screams from the burning village.
From scared women, adults and underage.
Oh! The terror of this pillage!
I am standing behind the muzzle of a smoking gun,
And I can’t stop firing, “Bam! Bam!”
After you destroyed me
I wanted to cut off your hands
Rip your fingers to shreds
Tear your lips off of your face
Gouge your blue eyes from their sockets
Slice your legs to bits
im really rather fond of drivingof moving, while not moving muchof possessing the power to annihilatebut using it for meandering about andgoing to mcdonalds
I killed that little girl
Thought she wasn't good enough for this world
Buried her deep in the past
She was unearthed at last
My darling, I'm so sorry for what I did
Everything good about you I hid
When I find an old poemPackaged beneath an allegoryOr taped beside a piece of prose,Warm and balmy and still swollenRipe with the undisturbedWordsWithin their plastic wrapper,
I don't get much sleep.
I wish that I could leave.
It feels like I can't breathe.
A ghost I want to be.
I wonder if other people feel,
This way that I always will.
All I wish is to bring back you.
I walk to my home, the summer air is thick; surrounded by hallowed street lights and homes of made of brick
The streets I walk, normally awake with life, are empty and dull; not a cackle of laughter in my line of sight
You murdered me with whisperings
of trusted secrets now in fling.
Our trust you tore with rampant greed
and flaunted my foolish empathy
that marked you as my everything.
The earth quaked in Northridge, California.
Winds of death struck Alabama
President Nixon took his last breath.
1994.
My memories of these events are overshadowed.
I've tried evading the situation
but I have bled for too long
and I can no longer be strong
My heart has called for a confrontation.
The betrayal is quite tiresome
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain
After this I will never be the same
You say I only have me to blame
But you, the liar, should feel ashamed
I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
On the night spirits rush outside of the door
The fire grows larger, singeing the floor
His heartbeat grows faster, denying his will
And as he waits on the spire of the human soul,
End watches.
A woman stands outside and stares
across the rugged buildings to the early sunset. It’s a lot of blue
covered over with whispy clouds,
She wept
As the fire danced
and the smoke filled her lungs
The crackles of the embers
sang her a song
As her essence left her body
and she closed her eyes
And dreamed of all the good
How do you like the taste of it? The posion in your tea I put it there with shaking hands There's no way you'll be the end of me How do you like the sound of it? The weeping when you died Your mother came with me at night Then we closed your eyes
He was throwing bottles at us againA Heineken bottle barely missed Mom's head and I had to duck and roll to dodgeA few bottles of GuinnessHe stammered and slurred his words before he went towards Jenny
Like little red running shoes
Dripping with guilty deeds,
Washed cean though water-sogged
Deep within the reeds.
I saw those cold streets
Glass shards covered over the sidewalk in November
And every time you speak a little of your soul leaves your mouth
Dead bodies and warm blood with the intuition to kill
Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill.
I am the voice that you fear
the voice of the ones who dare not appear
the ones you claim weak
the ones society doesn't seek
I know you don't care
about the girl pulling out her hair
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
A family of Jehovah's Witnesses were having a picnic after they went to a convention.When they met a group of Goth Teens, they learned that murder was their intention.
one of the scariest things that i ever came to realize was that it was my natural instinct to kill what i found to be more beautiful than anything else. no one pays it any mind when it's just a flower.
In June of 1870, my Great Great Granddad was playing Poker in the Old West.Even though he was shot, the law neglected to place the murderer under arrest.My Great Great Granddad wasn't being honest, he was cheating.
I sit and think,
Unaware of my surroundings,
And could not speak.
For I could not believe,
What I already know to be true.
My feet are starting to hurt.
Why the hell did I do this?
God, I think my heart is going to explode.
They said it could never happen, so when
you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you.
I even smiled.
Now I am tied up and I'll probably die.
They say better to have loved and lost,
Dear sweet Philip
I am the one to blame.
A knife held close
next to my shame.
Had you kept quiet
So would’ve my blade...
Wait!
I see a man,
I tip toe around
I hear banter.
What is happening here
at Van Keuren Manor?
Who goes there?
She says.
I shift around
Into the darkness
I am not found.
Darkness consumes the world
Like black wings unfurled
The cold shroud wraps my heart
And aloof, I stand apart.
Broken chains, shattered windows.
They're no tame, so don't get too close.
Run run away, until you see the light of day.
What have I done oh what have I done.
Murmors of fear,
Stabs of cold,
Neverending hate.
Oh what have I done?
She was nothing to me.
I acted out of anger, I acted for pation.
I am not the violent type, no ? Can you not see?
I see her last breath in her flat chest as she heaves.
Ahh I can smell that smell from a mile away.
It's that smell of another women's perfume when he's late.
He tries to cover it up with one of those old cigars ,but that never really gets him too far.
mmmmmm.
Your hands are warm...and also clammy
Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.
In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
A couple of months ago
A man murdered two women.
Murdered two. Injured six others.
But it was okay.
It was 100% justifiable by his
“troubled past.”
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
They say most black teens don't live see to age twenty-one.
We live by the gun so we die by it.
These statistics I won't cosign with.
They basic labeling me a vindictive idiot.
What loathsome things
We humans effectuate!
A rape in the alley-
A murder in the street-
Our minds be feeble.
Our hearts be faint.
Kidnappings are common-
Child abuse; despair-
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
I saw my chance and took it, chopped him down.
He did not see me coming, the old clown.
How could he? I was carful and meticulous
studied for weeks I did, oh the wickedness of me.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages
every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat
the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed
if it does it never grows nice things
It was that calm before a tempest blew through the town
It was that stillness before a crack of lighning pierces the sky
It was that silent bubble of air before you drown
My hands warp and writhe
Fabricated conspiricies consume my mind
Sinister notions deafen my perceptions
What lurks in the corner what will i find?
Misfortune haunts my core
It is something that i adore
I speak, no one listens
Watch the water glisten
I am alone in silence.
Begging for help from you
Maybe you should watch, too.
I am alone in silence.
Do you, friend, hear my pleas?
Birth
The offering of a free slate for life
A temporary state until death
The final resting place
We grew, year after year, to accept the idea that one day
We would be on our own
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
There’s something in my eye,
It just makes me want to cry,
Something’s in this country,
Make me wish I was blind.
Death wants to rule us,
Despair wants end us,
Evil wants to distract us,
I have been affected.
I have been touched.
I have been dissected.
I have been hushed.
I have been affected
By the death of those I love.
I have been affected by the death you rain from above.
I can’t listen to the buzzing of the flies anymore.
No one finds them pleasing,
But every time I hear them now,
Gardening, playing soccer, sipping tea
It doesn’t matter where you may be,
All they see
Is a geography dominated by discord
A nation racked by civil war
A people doomed to hell.
What I Hate
Do you know what I absolutely hate?
What makes me so sick to my stomach?
And my skin crawl with repulsion?
I’ll tell you what I hate:
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
Only seven weeks ago
You were just a dream
A figure of my imagination
With it bursting at the seams
The lush meadow grass,
A bright sunny day.
Palm clasped in yours
Through the fields we'll play.
We can sing and talk,
I'll ask you how you are.
Rich green emeralds,
rich bright pearls,
blood red rubies on pale lace!
How rich she was,
Oh, Sarafina!
So many fine gems that she carried,
so much rich silk did she brandish!
All color and warmth escapes
her skin
seeping into the
lush green grass that
softly caresses her
tear stained cheeks.
Cheeks streaked with
with dark paint that
They say I’m mad, tis not true, I’m in love
Thou known through my actions, this moment
Glancing through his window on a cold night
Watching my love sleep peacefully in bed
Heating the cold
Braving the dark
Being bold
Seeking the unknown
Years pass
Memories fade
Gone; but never forgotten?
The old cliche
Stacks of files
Silent whispers
Read me
Turn. Look my way.
“Oh what an angel!” she exclaims
And how wonderful it is
That our paths have crossed today.
I quickly entice her
With my sweet voice wobbling delicately.
Abigail Smith:
She died tonight, but it's no myth.
Her screams and blood have scarred her town,
Dark red assisted with a shrill sound.
The knife, the scars, the death is all to simple.
She had never been very perceptive.
Her body knew weeks before she did that he had been coming near,
Making her palms dampen and neck prickle
Goodbye my child --Who isn't a child--
the laughs we'll never have.
Your tiny hands I'll never hold,
your dreams I'll never pave.
I never asked this burden to bear,
I thought I never tried.
I am sensitive,
More delicate than
a Bleeding Heart.
Ice cold criticism
is my demise.
I resort to
witty remarks before
lashing out as
my last defense.
He walks into my room
An old friend of mine.
He holds something shiny.
"Hello Rae."
He spit my name like something dirty.
It all started one day
just an ordinary day
the first time they got together
the first of their new forever
Their love was expressed
as they got undressed
Still just another ordinary day
Look at the child
so sweet and small
will it be wild
or here at all
Look at the toddler
so precious and sweet
a little waddler
such a treat
That guy in the mirror is a psychopath,don't trust him
I keep saying not to stare into your eyes,you'll see him
The longer you glare at yourself,survival becomes slim
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.
Plastic brains are statistic,
There's not a day you don't slip my mind
I cry, I pray, and I even ask why
I don't get an answer and I don't know why
but I continue I continue to tell myself I'm going to be just fine
I would never refer to myself as a murderer
Silence, except for the thrust of fists
Nothing can calm either, not even a blissful kiss
Yesterday's promises have faded to black
Silence is the killer,
the murderer most formidable,
abducting peace from Solution’s stronghold-
mellowing a path toward never-ending Havoc,
who takes rightful partnership alongside his accomplice.
It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
You malicious little thing, you're living in nightmares. Spiders hide in dark in dark corners, crawl out to fill you with fright, dear.
Observe the young children.
Laughing
Playing
Shouting
Happy.
Soon some will crave
a drink or two
a smoke or two
a lovely high
a dull needle
a brusie from a lover
You planned their form in the days of Creation,
And You'll be with them 'til their final destination.
You knit them together in the darkness of night.
You made each part special; everything is right.
Nick was a young man with an eager heart
that he gave away willingly
to the kind natured Sarah
They planned out their lives
each second with each other
and with him came a boy
with wide eyes so blue
My life was short
My life was cruel.
Winston was my brother
But he hardly felt as one.
I never was a child
I never lived my life.
I was robbed of a past
I was robbed of a future.
Dear Mommy,
Quietly I lay here undetected and unknown
Eager to meet my creator
Within you I lay in fetal position growing rapidly as my love for you amplifies
The room goes cold
The door squeaks open
And footsteps grow louder
A hand grabs the covers
A joker isn’t always funny,
A house isn’t always a home,
A father isn’t always a dad,
A bad person isn’t always an enemy.
But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering.
And by now it is Thursday,
Da Dom Da Dom Da Dom (heart beat)Before I knew of his mistake I’d already condemned himEven as he tried to explain I scolded him for action he never madeRazor held high I went in for the killHe’d never hurt another
Tell me how can you die
When you've never ever
Had a soul to be alive
How can you cry
When you may not have
A big heart inside
And how can you fall
When you've never
I saw the man standing there,
the one I am supposed to kill.
He doesn't know me yet,
but very soon, he will.
We make eye contact,
he gives a flirtatious wink.
Does he know why I'm here?
Poor baby, broken and torn
Your fate was decided before you were born
From your mother's lips, your death was sworn
Poor baby, because of a mistake
A mistake like any other, that you didn't make
What is this feeling
So strange and alone
My fingers cannot move
And my heart has turned to stone.
The aching in my head
The darkness full of pain
The weakness in my lungs
Oh the dark o'ersized spider
Crawling through the murk and mire
Its lumbering fangs do aspire
Slumbering lives soon retire
In the dark, they do not know
Soon thier sleeping fate will show
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
I scream and scream and scream
even as you sleep and dream.
I see them die and feel their pain.
God, sometimes I don't think I'm sane.
The pain and screams seem to blur
and that beast inside begins to stir.
The bubbly laugh of a baby boy,
A beautiful smile of a toddling two year old.
The innocence of a child is something we take for granted.
To think someone could decide to end the budding life within themselves..
Beyond the mirror lives a lass.The notion is crass, but she is pretty.Through the mirror I see her.See her dancing,See her singing.See her alone.
Whilst walking down the sidewalk,
she saw a large Styrofoam fountain drink.
Damn it, she thought, why do people litter?
She went home slightly irritated.
Whilst walking down the sidewalk three days later,
Please didn't know,
You were sick but it didn't show,
I screamed, I cursed
but really I was just hurt
please come back I miss you
I'm sorry for what I did
Please just don't disappear
Cursing lights flood the dark,
Stains of grey upon the road
Twisting, Wrenching
Streams Slip
Slowly, slickly, down the damp
hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder
----suntanned, scarred----
Tempest of thine whose love stretches far,
Reaching through death to entangle those closest.
Though harsh words of sarcasm drip from thy tongue
The hidden emotion pierces my soul.
Shadows dancing on the walls
will they tremble will they fall
blood runs cold in your veins
beauty eternal will be your name
flash of knife sting of pain
the heart's beat slower
my smile grows warmer
from fertilization to conception
i was 2 living cells
but since we have been joined
we're on living being now
The blood drips down
Her guilty chest
Her heart's ripped out
By shame
She'll never sleep
From lack of peace
She'll never live
Again
Darling you ran towards the bullets
Towards screaming babies who didn't know any better.
Darling you bolted towards the masked man
The mad man with bullets and homicidal rage
Darling--
Slicing your jugular in two
and watching the blood gush out
and pool on the ground.
Tying each of your limbs to a different horse
and having them run in different directions.
I walk in the doors of his perpetual hell-hole.
Just another day. Or so it seems.
Halfway through first period, the teacher drones on and on.
Pretending everything's okay.
NO IT'S FUCKING NOT!
A touch, a kiss, a whispered lie dressed up to look like a promise.
The dirty word “affair” is whispered, but never spoken aloud.
We pretend not to see what is right in front of us.
Life is tough, so full of problems; look everywhere
Pregnant teen girls aborting, drunk drivers crashing
Oppressed children, drug addicts, couples breaking
Prejudiced against Muslim girls with covered hair
A violet evening, I dip my tiny toes
in the red. slip on its shiny luster
Feel it stain my skin like silver nitrate
(how does one become clean again?)
I inhale the ogre stench
that stops my screams from touching
There is a plot, maybe a murder mystery.
A setting. Creepy old house? Cliché. A parade!
You remember the hands
the grip that held you in place
the force he stained in your soul
in your inner grave.
You remember the pain,
how he yelled,
you screamed,
the vulnerability.
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me.
The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night
I reach out to touch her beautiful face, the face of my love.
Sometimes it’s like I can still feel her little fingers Pushing their way through the monkey bars of her cage, Still feel the gashes she made trying to claw her way out.
April twenty-seventh was the day my grandma died.
April twenty-seventh is when nature was defied.
April twenty-seventh, when my mom was nearly killed.
April twenty-seventh is when everything went still.
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl;
The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears;
As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl,
in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
There is a beautiful woman
down the street.
She owns the cafe,
known for her delightful treats.
No one knew more-
But she led a secret life
through the entrance of the moor.
If I ever see him again id ask why he wasn’t dead yet
For a man so committed, he should have lied to rest
Just like how she passed, how he made her fall victim
The way he touched her small hand and tainted the skin
The Allied-Eraser grew monstrous,
For stubborn stains, it had direct orders,
To tear pages off the flap,
Customized to rub Nazi land from the map,
Came along Soviet scissors,
Now you lay me down to sleep
The soul God prayed for you to keep.
Sentenced to die before I awake,
My life ended, because of one mistake.
A life taken
Hearts breaking
The most powerful man
Ripped from the Earth by Death's hand.
The world questions why
As his soul begins to fly
The act unspeakable
The man, elected to serve the people.
it was always said in the bible long ago
do not murder
anyone who kills a life will subject to judgement
why do you think it's call judgement day
day one will face their own reality
I will never understand why you died
Yes I know the reason why
Someone bullied you
And said mean things about you
But why did it affect you
You are beautiful
And you are smart
Pitter, Patter
Scitter, Scatter
Mice on the floor
Bump, Thump
Rock, Knock
Who’s at the door?
Scratching
Screaming
I bet she’s bleeding
Cleaning is such a chore
Wailing
