unconquerable

I looked upon death in the eyes, and saw it tremble in fear.

It has no right to control my soul, so I made him fear himself.

Then it grabbed me close and said, "Listen Here,

There is no reason for you to live with yourself."

I told him he was wrong and should just let me go.

"I'm finished listening to you for the last and final time!"

He kept staring at me then backed up slow,

He finally realized that my life was not his, but mine.

So when death comes crawling back to me,

And shakes inside my bones,

I remind death that I am set free,

And he has got to leave me alone.

You have the power to conquer anything,

It's right inside your heart.

You can have all of everything

If you and this never depart.

Killing Machine

this poem was written by a friend of mine and me a couple years ago.

I'm used to kill children, adults, husbands, and wives

I'm not the judge of who's the ones to lose their lives

I'm a bringer of death

Have you choking on your last breath

I'm deadlier than the effects of Crystal Meth

I can make a weak man strong

I've been used to protect the rights of those who are wrong

My body is cold steel

I don't feel

People reach for me in war, at a fight, during a drug deal

I'm hidden away, keep me concealed

Wave me in the face of a store owner to get your next meal

Keep me locked in safety, and I'll cause no harm

but let me loose, and I can raise any alarm

house me in your closet, in a supply store, even on a farm

I'm a killing machine, a deadly firearm

I leave people dying, others crying in the streets

continue to feed me slugs and I'll continue to unleash

It's what I was made for, It's not my choice

death rings in the air when I spray my voice

single words or rapid bursts

blood, steel, and death all become immersed

I was made to kill

blacks, whites, it doesn't matter, I murder at will

pull my trigger and watch the blood spill

but yet...I hate what I am, gripped in a thug's hand

or that of a mass murderer, even a member of the Taliban

I become an object of hate, associated with evil

they don't understand people kill people

It's not the gun, we're a simple tool

it's not our fault if we get carried in to shoot up a school

it's what we were created for

when there was power, but humans needed more

cuz honestly, when everything is over and it's all said and done

it's not my fault, I'm just a gun...

today does not exist

I remember the sky
it used to be blue.
but not today.
today the sky does not exist.
i couldn't bear it's brightness.
so i erased it.
i remember my smile
it used to come so readily.
but not today.
today my smile does not exist.
i couldn't bear it's heavy falseness.
so today i erased it.
peace? i remember peace.
it used to flow in me
but not today.
no. today peace does not exist.
i couldn't bear to be consoled
so i erased it.
i had a heart once too.
it used to be so full
but not today
today my heart does not exist
i couldn't bear to face the pain.
but no matter how hard i try I can't erase it.