Not a poet. But I slam poetry. (2/2/09)

.................till i have a straight shot then ill shoot

no mercy.


but sometimes even with a straight shot there is only one bullet left in the chamber. thats when, if youre passionate enough, you -pull the trigger again and again (quickly) until you hear "BANG"

and although your eyes flinch at the sudden loud and high anticipated sound, you see everything perfectly. you smell the gun powder, you taste the sulfur
all the while the veins in your head are protruding in consequence of you irrevocable concentration and salty sweat falls from your forehead into one of your eyes.

then you look to the person you shot at and realize that no bullet had been fired
no blood had been spilled
your senses were all stimulated by a mere hallucination. a hallucination created by your deepest desires.
a hallucination created by your animal instinct
a hallucination created by everything up to this point in your life that you have ever learned.



this is when she tells you "You have a better chance of getting shot by cupid and falling in love....real love... than you do of shooting me"

while she walks away with her sinister smile, she realizes that even if you wanted her dead, you would never, ever, do anything to hurt her.....no matter what your heart tells you.


then you look down to find nothing but an empty hand
then you look up to see that she was never there at all