poetrymachine(NOTE: Ok, I know I said good bye, but this is my last writing. It is in honor of the victims in Aurora, Colorado.)
I was just one day away,
From being thirteen,
When the TV News ,
Found out about Cinema 16.
I sat on a comfy couch,
Miles away,
Thinking about the red haired fool,
Who just shot away.
The blood haired joker,
Shot up the place,
He used assault weapons,
And shot at any face.
A six year old girl,
Now lies dead,
One of the victims she was,
Six feet under with a bullet through the head.
She cried out that day,
Wanting her mother,
Or father,
To take her away.
Futile her cries were,
He shot her dead.
Blood crying from the Earth.
Wanting to avenge her.
That girl could still be alive today,
Wondering who she was.
And what in the world awaited her,
In any coming day.
She could’ve been the president.
She could’ve been a doctor.
She could’ve led a revolution.
She could’ve been an actor.
But now we’ll never know,
All because the joker,
His assault weapons,
And the bullets he shot at the picture show.
July twenthieth, 2012.
The day Aurora, Colorado became a living hell.
When people died,
And the joker rang a death bell.
Just a day before my 13th.
Scarlet covered Cinema 16.
The movies are now full of fear.
Because of the joker who caused tears.
Confused
THE TRAIИ MASTER ∞ PART 1
“Is there anybody there?”
Hummmmmmm…..
Where Shall I Go?