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The weapon
Ended June 30, 2016 • 10 Entries • Created by JD4
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The weapon
Cover image for post Poisonous Words, by sandflea68
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sandflea68 in Poetry & Free Verse

Poisonous Words

Wounds of you inflict intense pain

scars damaging my psyche forever

vicious word guns pointed at me

stained my soul, ingrained in slices.

Your tongue cut me to pieces

hacked in little chunks of angst

chopped down my tree of life,

wood chips strewn in the wind.

Your shadows of darkness

spun me in sinister vortex,

bottomless abyss of no tomorrow.

I struggled to crawl out

bleeding fingers of hope

but jailer waited with evil stare

imprisoning me with weapons

of malignant, poisonous words.

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The weapon
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JessicaJohnson in Poetry & Free Verse

Words As A Weapon

Your words cut, 

Hurled at me saturated in venom and hate.

You want to tear me down. Again.

But you should know,

These crimson dripping cuts will heal.

I am no longer letting you control how I feel.

Because I am good enough. 

I have always been good enough.

It's a pity you can't see my worth.

So, go ahead, hurl your hateful words.

They fall on deaf ears.

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The weapon
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LizardBallou in Poetry & Free Verse

Drown Me

I fall for you

And skin my knees,

Then lay at your feet

In the rain.

Icy water drenches

Everything I have laid bare

Before you

While you stand

Above me,

Dry under your

Umbrella.

As the water rises,

You tell me to

Lay on my back

So you can stand on my chest

To keep your feet

From getting wet.

I revel in the weight

But don't notice as

My lungs fill with water.

My body is wracked

With spasms as

I begin to suffocate;

As I am killed

by your

Indifference.

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The weapon
Cover image for post Folly, by nfaulk6
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nfaulk6 in Poetry & Free Verse

Folly

A mass of metal causing such alarm,

Inanimate objects taking the blame.

Simply a tool, a lifeless firearm,

In this ridiculous zero-sum game.

For those desiring to commit crime,

Banning weapons will not deter violence.

They’ve access to ALL weapons anytime,

Foolish expectations met with silence.

Deficiency of rational insights,

Restrictions prohibiting are absurd.

Infringing on constitutional rights,

Law-abiding folks’ outcries go unheard.

Scorning the Bill of Rights, utter neglect,

To Americans, complete disrespect.

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The weapon
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kamapaludo in Poetry & Free Verse

she’s the weapon

her body is bomb

her mind is nuclear

her lips are cannons

her words are darts

her arms are catapults 

her fingers are knives

her eyes are lasers

her ears are spies

her breasts are drills

her legs are tanks

her scent is hazardous

her smile is killer

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The weapon
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faded_imagery in Poetry & Free Verse

The thin, shiny, metal

Slipped from a razor blade

Pressed against my wrist

Crimson beads until it falls away

As my mind cries out for another

And then one more

A weapon to help me forget

To let me feel anything at all

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The weapon
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CallMeFuzzy in Poetry & Free Verse

The Soul’s Temperature

The music I make.

The free will I take.

I wield the devil's instrument.

My message has been sent.

The more I play, the more I control.

Slowly, I change the temperature of your soul.

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The weapon
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AmericanOracle in Poetry & Free Verse

After

The only faith we kept

after the bomb dropped

was love.

They burned me.

They cut you.

But still we stand, free men

in a world

that seeks to rob us of

our inalienable rights

(plus the canned peaches in the truck)

We look for water

that runs cold and fast.

Afterwards,

you sleep in the shade of Denver,

Colorado

eyelids rolling restlessly.

Do you dream of the bakery

where we played at hate?

Never dreaming of the evil to come,

or the love,

forced out of us

for survival,

and sanity's sake. 

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The weapon
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jackofhats in Poetry & Free Verse

A gun is a hunter's companion,

but only in a hunter's hands.

Love is a lover's companion,

but only in a lover's hands;

in anything else,

they are no different.