Drawing Pictures

Drawing Pictures

A Poem by Mr. Deft Diction
"

What can I say? Are we ever going to take responsibility?

"

First they take shots,

then get to running.

I'm dying for a fist-fight;

but they had to bring the guns in.

That's what happens when you beat up on

the bully and his cousin...

black coats, black masks,

black boots;

but iron guns.

Not knowing that he'd be the one....

to create the chaos of the day.

He said he'd be infamous,

go down in history some day.

Wing span close to a California Condor,

opening up,

letting undiscriminate rounds spray.

I draw pictures of life

in the blood around where I lay....

gone.

 

First they take shots,

and then start running.

My kids will attend schools that

they will find guns in.

We used to love laughing,

'your mama' jokes.

We never talked about daddy,

had we,

he might not have done the same thing,

with daddy just rotting away in the 'bing'.

Mothers become nurses,

treating self-esteem issues,

snotty tissues and....

woman can't raise man,

MAN!

I think as I draw pictures of life

in the blood around where I lay,

gone.

 

Doctor,

architect,

poet laureate.

Dreams slain,

another handful of the future finding

a way to die in debt.

Cowards hailed by media outlets.

Siked by psychiatrists,

stumped as if they never saw this....

coming.

On meds,

bottles still on the first prescript',

as he opened fire,

grabbing water to swallow them with....

to ease the pain of self-inflicted pain.

Posthumous reports make him seem vain,

as if he was sane and could've been saved.

I could've told you different....

as I draw pictures of life

in the blood around where I lay,

gone.

© 2008 Mr. Deft Diction


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And this is life..............oh yes...........the last stanza had me out of my seat pacing the floor,

treating self-esteem issues,

snotty tissues and....

woman can't raise man,

MAN!

When we think of mothers we see care and love, sadly not all mothers are capable of decent motherhood,
they can't raise a man, or child..............but then so many can.
Loved snotty tissues, brings home how much a mother in a life time does mope up.

another handful of the future finding

a way to die in debt.

Cowards hailed by media outlets.

Siked by psychiatrists,

stumped as if they never saw this....

coming.

On meds,

bottles still on the first prescript',

as he opened fire,

grabbing water to swallow them with....


Such power here..........and the world we currently bend too, seems many resort to taking that pain away.........in anyway they can.
Vivid imagary............what happened 50 years ago? There was none of this.................

You write about topics that matter............make us think. Drawing pictures of life in blood........so much blood to draw in.



Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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"grabbing water to swallow them with....
to ease the pain of self-inflicted pain."

Man, I love this. This piece is well layed out and tells yet another sad story...another realistic story that's headlined in the paper with everyone questioning why and very few changes made to prevent the same thing happening yet again...I really enjoyed this one. Keep it up



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yeah that was really goood.. so many college shootings taking place like VA tech and Illinois and a bunch of other crazy things happeaning.... you can relate to the reader on all the crazy a*s people in the world today and why they do what they do... very nice write i enjoyed it!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mothers become nurses,

treating self-esteem issues,

snotty tissues and....

woman can't raise man,

MAN!

Wow! This moved me. Does bring up the question, about women raising children alone. I guess it is all about making better choices for the future generations. It has to start with us. I really liked this poem. Nice flow.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Peoples-

Another illuminating and down to Earth write out of you.

"First they take shots,
then get to running.
I'm dying for a fist-fight;
but they had to bring the guns in."

That's life these days. The guns are never far from reach. A good old-fashioned fist fight or a poetry war settles matters as well, but people just seem to be going off the deep end with the hardcore violence.

"What can I say? Are we ever going to take responsibility?"

I think that people will increasingly take responsibility for the crap to which we subject ourselves as a society. May your words help to guide us there!

-Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And this is life..............oh yes...........the last stanza had me out of my seat pacing the floor,

treating self-esteem issues,

snotty tissues and....

woman can't raise man,

MAN!

When we think of mothers we see care and love, sadly not all mothers are capable of decent motherhood,
they can't raise a man, or child..............but then so many can.
Loved snotty tissues, brings home how much a mother in a life time does mope up.

another handful of the future finding

a way to die in debt.

Cowards hailed by media outlets.

Siked by psychiatrists,

stumped as if they never saw this....

coming.

On meds,

bottles still on the first prescript',

as he opened fire,

grabbing water to swallow them with....


Such power here..........and the world we currently bend too, seems many resort to taking that pain away.........in anyway they can.
Vivid imagary............what happened 50 years ago? There was none of this.................

You write about topics that matter............make us think. Drawing pictures of life in blood........so much blood to draw in.



Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.


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