a violent neighborhood

by MVP-Most Valuable Poet

April 20, 2014

i sit by the window and the light are dimming by the second

the ally outside my window seems grim

as the sun sets in peace and the stars shine bright

i can hear the gun shots at night.

i can see the flash of bullets flying from one end to the other

bodies laying there with no signs of lie, blood scatters in the streets

i'm just looking from my window

i've seen the ways your insides can be pulled out graphically

i hear the screams and shouts even in my sleep and i'm not even dreaming

seen a man fall apart with a simple puff of smoke.

i sit by my window and the lights are dim

the ally outside my window seems grim

never ending story where it seems like violence has reached its climax like sex

except there is no satisfaction

instead, you have more broken hearts left in anguish

wrists were cut off because one feels hopeless

that life has nothing to give but more grief

legs are sliced so therefore, nowhere to run

just sits there starring at the world that breeds violence

unfortunately, no one refuses to take a stand

therefore, you are left in silence

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MVP-Most Valuable PoetApr 27, 2014

Deep. I like how when the sun goes down violence erupts. My teacher once told me that the imagery of the sun going down foreshadows something bad about to happen. I like your use of literary devices and how they portray the violent neighborhood you live in. With imagery, I could see and feel the pain that violence causes and how it can tear a beautiful, peaceful soul of a city. Nice poem. Keep writing on my friend.  im reiterating your commentthats the drive behind this poemimagery, violence, nature, it all connects to harsh realitythank you for comment

Angelwith1wingApr 26, 2014

Deep. I like how when the sun goes down violence erupts. My teacher once told me that the imagery of the sun going down foreshadows something bad about to happen. I like your use of literary devices and how they portray the violent neighborhood you live in. With imagery, I could see and feel the pain that violence causes and how it can tear a beautiful, peaceful soul of a city. Nice poem. Keep writing on my friend.