Chamber the Bullet
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, July 6, 2005
Chamber the bullet of self-disgust,
flip off the safety, spin to win,
finger the trigger, and put the gun
to your head.
*click*
Falsify your reasons, grandiose
your name, remember innocence...
what the hell, life’s a game.
*click*
Can’t find your memories?
Can’t feel your life? Don’t
see any recourse? Maybe
you’re already dead.
*click*
Divvy up your emotions, epitomize
your blame, disremember happiness...
what the hell, it’s all the same.
*click*
Chamber your heart, jacketed in steel,
flip off the safety, spin to win,
finger the barrel, and put the gun
to your head.
*bang*
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/6/05
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Poemized to be poetized with wise and artistic-philosophic words,
"Chamber the Bullet" glows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
come up with a metaphor like this. Color
me in awe. Pea <3 PS: Quotes you chose for
your bio page are fab!
suicidal piece you did which I did a poem on, some years back.
You know how to rile the senses Erin, feel better now ?;-)
Eileen Theresa Waldron;-)
Reindeer
was it empty or loaded to up the odds
Gripping and in-your-face. Way to shake it up...BANG...whattheheckwuzthat???
Peace sister,
B
We must always cherish the gift of life Erin
Peter
Powerfully poignant, sobering write--I hope you're okay. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(