... .44 magnum ...
By NikesRain
it's quiet
for a time
everything stills
i left myself
open again
no armor
empty handed
waiting for that click
that revolver love
you're so fond of
where your ammo
is anything
that will
cause pain
rip into the heart
your aim
is deadlier
than any
sniper
you
fire off
like a gatlin gun
tearing apart
this faceless
hanging
silouette
i thought
things changed
but that quiet
it was just
you
reloading
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Copyright 2013 NikesRain
Published on Wednesday, February 13, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "... .44 magnum ..."
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On Monday, February 29, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I can't... So brutal and straightforward. That feeling... Being on both sides...
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On Tuesday, January 5, 2016, Lab Rat
(131) wrote:
Oh my... Oh My! This, this is visceral! This is brilliant! Oh how I have missed this! One of the three!
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On Friday, April 12, 2013, Ravenblade
(313) wrote:
ouch, what pain to be let down over and over again...the reference of a gatling gun seemed too fitting for comfort. How do you tear into my life and elicit such a response from an empty shell?
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On Friday, March 22, 2013, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...I was here, Doe, I read it. it's too sad to talk about...
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A former member wrote:
Wow...potent. It's a terrible feeling, betrayal of trust. This poem reads like a loaded gun...the ending is simply stunning. Nothing fancy in this one, just a really well said piece, despite the utter blackness within the words...the feeling here is tangible. You deserve better company than this, Doe.
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A former member wrote:
yup. *holds you*
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A former member wrote:
I do believe you have left me speechless my dear. Simpy amazing.