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gunshots rang out
just loud enough
to ruin the first
boring night
in weeks,
followed by
the sound of
slamming doors
and cluttered
foot steps,
as everyone
in the neighbor-
hood
crowded
their stoops
and
lined the sidewalks
in nightgowns and robes.
some one always knows the victim
some one always knows the shooter
some one always knows everything
it gives them
something to live for
huddled out there in the street
waiting
for news crews that won't show up
and ambulances scared to park.
I lit a cigarette
and killed the lights,
so no one would
knock on my door
to tell me,
gunshots rang out.
just loud enough
to ruin the first
boring night
in weeks,
followed by
the sound of
slamming doors
and cluttered
foot steps,
as everyone
in the neighbor-
hood
crowded
their stoops
and
lined the sidewalks
in nightgowns and robes.
some one always knows the victim
some one always knows the shooter
some one always knows everything
it gives them
something to live for
huddled out there in the street
waiting
for news crews that won't show up
and ambulances scared to park.
I lit a cigarette
and killed the lights,
so no one would
knock on my door
to tell me,
gunshots rang out.
Literature
Woodkid - Iron
Woodkid - Iron
Głęboko w toni wód, w martwocie i odrętwieniu,
Gdzie niewinne dusze płoną w potępieniu,
Tysiące mil od domu, idę naprzód sam,
Przemarznięty do szpiku kości, jestem tylko ja,
Żołnierz samozwańczy, nie znam drogi swej,
Topię się panicznie w winie wewnątrz mnie,
Czekam tylko na znak, ręka na piersi drży,
Jestem gotowy na bój, przeznaczenie i łzy.
W mojej głowie dzwoni impet żelaznych nut,
Grom bębnów wojennych zapisuje już,
Rytm ciał upadających, ilość martwych dusz,
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
Literature
One Who
One who has lost love--
(I am no tragic figure)
--is one who lived life
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takes me back to the commotion of my old neighborhood
"ambulances scared to park" really sticks out to me. Interesting idea.
"ambulances scared to park" really sticks out to me. Interesting idea.