Revolver in holsters

Next to bottle and glass

Rain hitting window and roof

 

Old scars aching

With joints following close

Weathered face look back

 

With sleeves rolled up

Calloused hands holds glass

Scotching the mouth

 

Faces flashing before him

From both dead and alive

Caused by the choices he made

 

His phone vibrates

Unhooking from his belt

“Precinct” visible on the screen

 

Downing last of his whiskey

Pulling down his coat from the hook

Closing the door behind him

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Backs I Watch

In the darkness I walk,

through a door of splintered oak.

Absent of stars or light.

 

In the dark, myself I still see,

moving aimlessly

then, a light appear from nowhere.

 

Illuminating a chair

a simple chair of polished wood.

A smell of familiarity.

 

Of what I couldn’t place, only familiar.

I sat as everything starts to shift,

a pair of leather boots, battered and weathered, appear before me.

Colors splashed across the darkness.

 

The floor came, realizing barefooted I was.

She appeared then, like when we first cross.

In red coat, hair in dreadlocks,

looking smaller then when we first cross.

Reaching out but I stop short, like I hesitated before.

 

Scared of what to say or do,

looking at her back, like always as I watch others passed.

A chance in a million, passed.

 

As I rise, the darkness returns.

Realizing when my eyes open, another lost chance stood before me.

As she faced me, sometimes I can see her eyes sometimes not.

Her mouth moving as if trying to speak, but nothing reaches me.

 

Pretending to sleep avoiding them, again.

As I begin to fall through the darkness, everything passing before me.

Splashes of colors, images, things, people.

As I fall passed through the door, before I lost sight of it.

Slowly it closed forever.

 

 

 

 

 

Hey Blue Eyes (Stana Katic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGufAvgafR0

Hey blue eyes, tomorrow became yesterday
What was will never be felt again
I fell in love with you
Over a smile so gold, I was through
Where did you come from, why did you come from there
Got yourself a woman, do I even care
I want you to want me, the way that I want you
Ain’t it strange how god fixed a plan
To want the world to find solace in the bodies of a woman and a man
Come to me close boy, take my hand
And we’ll fly off to a magic land

 

Stana Katic

WHY?

Questions by SaoriAiko

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http://wearethenation.deviantart.com/art/Questions-578137078

http://saoriaiko.deviantart.com/

Thank You SaoriAiko for letting me use your artwork for my little project.

Thank you very much for everything.

 

Why?

 

WELL COME ON! DON’T YOU WANT TO GET IN?

WELL? MOVE IT! TAKE THEM OFF!

SHOW US,

EVERYTHING!

 

WHY?

 

Hair too flat, length unflattering.

Ears too small, eyes too hollow.

Cheeks too puffy, lips too thin.

Forehead too big, breast too small.

 

How disappointing, what’s with that thing you’re wearing?

 

WHY?

 

COME ON! EAT LESS! CONTROL YOURSELF! LISTEN! RUN!! EXERCISE! DIET!

 

WHY!

 

Look! Look at them, those idiots. Those outsiders, those nobodies.

 

WHY!

 

Wherever I am, I’m never alone,

constantly reminded of my shortcomings,

of things I’m born with,

of things that I choose for myself,

of reasons I’ve not given,

words shouted or whispered.

              

                              BUG-EYED

               SLUT                                    WHORE

FAGGOT              WIMP                DISGUSTING

               STUPID                IDIOT

 

WHY?

WHY?

 

I’ve done no wrong; I’ve broken no laws,

yet, I’ve continued to be hated; we’ve continued to be hated.

 

WHY?

WHY?

 

Did we insult you?

Did we hurt you?

Did we scar you?

 

WHY?

WHY?

WHY?

 

What did we do wrong?

To be born, to be given life,

into this world, into this age,

into this time of wonder and opportunity.

 

YOU CAN’T DO IT

               IT’S IMPOSSIBLE

               JUST ACCEPT IT

               WE’RE JUST NOT CUT OUT FOR IT.

 

A time of dreams and chance,

of knowledge and tolerance,

 

To be hurt, to be misunderstood,

to be put down.

 

WHY?

 

What did we do wrong?

Where did we go wrong?

Was it inevitable?

Were we fated upon this path?

 

To be born, to live,

what a miracle,

How sad are we?

To be like this.

 

WHY?