hey,
My Name is John and I thought I would share one of my newest poems with you cause I'm really bored and its 2a.m...haha


[love lost down the barrel]

Aim your gun, right at my heart.
Pull the trigger, And fire at will.
Put a bullet in me, destroy all the memories, we ever had, with each other.
Fall to the ground, face down on the floor.
I'm not dead, Nor alive, confusion is here.
How could words slit wrists?
And love kill?
Maybe I'm just crazy,
Crazy enough to die for you.
The love lost while looking down, the barrel of a gun.

I like this poem. It's how I feel a lot of the time in my relationship. It's very true about a lot of things. I think you're a very talented writer.

i lyk it... evn tho itz a lil scary. but i hav those feelingz too!

deep + depressing
realli nice!
hup yup

Unfortunately no one ever survives "the barrel" to write a poem of their memories :P

Very..... ouch. But yeah. I just wrote a story somewhat like this.