A trigger finger
on a pen
blowing out
my brains again
A blank canvas
washed in
strokes of red
paints a picture
of all the madness
in my head
A trigger finger
against her skin
can kill her with
just one touch
And all her tales
the pictures to come
will all be tainted
by her own blood
A trigger finger
to build this house
will build it just
to blow it down
Now all the life
I see and touch
is murdered by
my hands like guns
So I aim this finger
into my mind
I pull the trigger
then I write
Great use of metaphors…one can feel the power of the words. Well done!
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I really appreciate that! Thank you βΊοΈ
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My pleasure! π
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This was such a powerful piece…
The way you phrased your sentences, your writing style, the idea; all of it was just beautiful β€
Looking forward to reading more from you!
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What a compliment! Thank you thank you thank you! Glad you liked it β€οΈπβ€οΈπ
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You’re welcome! β€
You deserved it…
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Gorgeous writing π
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Thanks so much Lady β€οΈβ€οΈ
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Wow. Very well written. Really smart and powerful poem.
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Thank you! That means a lot. Glad you liked it ππ
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Nicely done…
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Thank you!! π
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You are welcome, Mr H π
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