oh, it was a wonderful splash

True love has failed me

It has left me with an empty shell of hatred

Fills me with resentment

And rage.

Knows not my name nor anything about me.

Cannot hear my cry

In the night, so sweet.

Fails to hear me as I whisper in it’s ear

My dreams, wants, hopes, desires

Destiny.

My fabric.

Is a faded masterpiece with you by my side.

Im left alone

In a land of pitted glory

With no one by my side

But dust. 

I felt her left hand has if brushed across my leg

She looked at me with sly eyes, her mouth slightly parted as she giggled with disgust

She hoped I’d jump and run towards her

Tear the house down to be with her

Feathered my back to reign her honor

Choked my neck for her mother’s sake

Kept me hidden in a roach on her mantel

In an envelope, under a tin cup

‘nieth the rain, on a gloomy night,

Under the moon of Saturn

She’d rest her hands on my palm and look up at the stars

Laugh and look into my eyes

A pillow I was to her

Of deep detriment she’d kill me

Walk on my legs and call me her daddy

Feel my insides burst as her fellow men sing her name

I lie beneath her mercy

Across the table from her, my fork digs into her ribs

And I slaughter her

Unfolding I see what she’s really made of

Semen, clothes, remnants of her father’s past

Death, life, cradles of the universe

Hygiene, love, the strange taste of Satin.

Frames and undeveloped underwear.

She was always space to me.

I looked into your eyes

And told you lies

Ill never hurt you I said

But it was me who you despised

You turned your back on forever

You turned your back on what’s real

You’ll never know the true meaning

Of substance that won’t make you feel

Alone when you are in the darkness

Sad when you are in a cave of lonliness

Nauseous when your stomach overflows

Crazy when your days aren’t straight

Proud when your answers aren’t great

You’ll never feel again

Or at least that’s what you are to me

A numb feeling-less disaster

With nothing to your name

No crate to call your own

No pussycat

Not arrowhead

No dollface

No thumb.

Cradled in your arms you have a slip of nothingness

A harbor of death

A truthless victim

Empty words spew from your mouth as your run from the darkness

Run into the light

With your hands by your side

Youre diligent and you take note

As the empire around you falls down and you

Mark your land with your hand

Write your name in the sand

Take a wire and drill it through my heart.

Now your day is complete

Your poetry is done.

You can take a breather and relax in your chair.

Of nothingness and disaster

A day, so lackluster

A barrel full of dust

A lampshade with no crust

I’ll fly through time time and ill never see you again

May the good lord be with you 
Down every road you roam 
And may sunshine and happiness 
Surround you when you're far from home 
And may you grow to be proud 
Dignified and true 
And do unto others 
As you'd have done to you 
Be courageous and be brave 
And in my heart you'll always stay 
Forever young, forever young 
Forever young, forever young 

- Rod Stewart

G-d, give me clarity, so I can surrender to you.

books

I don your books;
they are my tricks
your stories are masterpieces
and your eyes are like frying pans
that sizzle my being

Please
linger longer
sing a songer
eat my heart out
makes me
stronger.

Tell me
something good

Blood
dripping
dropping
stopping time.

Hot bleach stains on my coral rug
how could you
he said
as he rushed out with the mop bucket
and stenching fingers with aromas so sweet

It had to be you
wonderful you
it had to be you.

-FS

Nice
be nice he said
but he didn't take
his own advice.

He thought I
would love him twice.

Blessed be he who
holds my hand and takes me out to
dance.
knows he loves me at first
glance.
knows the meaning of romance.

Needle

blood dripping down your face as you
cry
and cry
and cry
beg for me to come back to you
sincerity in your eye
scrape the needle cross my thigh
sounds so tough you make me
high.

Prance

I'm prancing over to you in a dark room
where my
body becomes yours
and we 
live in ecstasy. 

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I’m practically naked

Standing here before you

My heart in my hand.

You look down

Reluctant to take it

And turn the other way. 

What Happened.

People. 
People will always have hardened hearts
for whatever reason. 
Why do some people enjoy hurting other people; killing other people?
The animosity that goes on in this world is unbearable; unbreakable. 
Jealousy, broken homes, broken hearts, corrupt governments are just a few of the reasons why people do heinous acts. The questions is how do we attack the root of these problems? 
It seems that a lot of these problems are caused by greed. 
I feel that many people know the capacity of the problems that greed encapsulates, so how can they allow themselves to be so greedy?
The question is: do they acknowledge the fact that they are now contributing to the worlds problems? 
-So- how do you fight greed? I will acknowledge that money does provide a better life, but the greed in the world just sickening and unbearable. Its just sad. 
I wish the world would change. 
I wish the world was not such a painful place to live. 
The truth is there are just so many people on this earth and we are all pursuing happiness. However, everyone's idea of happiness is different. THE SAD TRUTH IS to some SICK people, happiness is ruining other people's happiness. Happiness is putting a bomb off at one of our oldest traditions, the country's oldest marathon. To someone out there, this is happiness. Their happiness affects others in a negative way. To me, that is not happiness. Some people are just twisted for whatever reason, and the wreak havoc on the world in which we live. They make our space toxic. They are going backwards when everyone else is going forwards and minding their own business. If only everyone in the world could go in one direction: the direction of love. But most would think, upon hearing that request: That is not even possible. The definition of HOPE is to cherish a desire with anticipation. At this moment, I vow to always have hope and if you want to ridicule and belittle me, so be it. I am allowed to have hope just like someone else in this world is allowed to put a bomb off on one of the most joyous times in many people's lives. If they can be violently destructive, then why can't I be violently hopeful and loving? Please hold on this thought and think about it for today if you can. Thank you. 

Libby Jonas

Not Again.

Today I am going to embrace what I have
All I have
I know there is more to come. 
I know inherently in my mind that things will get better.
I don't want to stay in this coma for the rest of my life
I pray to G-d everyday that things will get better, 
and I know they will. 
I have a great amount of blessings.
I just wish it was easier. 
But I know.. that nobody ever said it was going to be easy.
But who would have known that I would get knocked down so many times? 
Who would have known that I would have such a soft heart so easily wounded?
I hope the wounds aren't permanent; hope they aren't scars. 
I don't want to scarred up. 
I have to save myself for the person that really matters-- not all these other flakes who try to waste my time. 
I need to trust my instincts about people. 
If I feel like they are going to hurt me, they probably will. 
Some people are just careless and this is a fact. 
Some people are self righteous and feel that they deserve a piece of someone else, namely me. 
But they don't.
Only I can assert myself in this way, however. 
I'm so giving is the truth. 
Giving myself to basically anyone who asks. 
I want to share what I have. 
Everything I have. 
Until it is all gone, and there is none left for me.
None left for my family
None left for my friends. 
None left for the one who I will ultimately love. 
This, however, will all be changing soon. 
If you want me
You have to fight for me. 
Otherwise, I'm not giving myself up. 
People go to college for 6, 7, 8, sometimes 10 years-- so if it is me they want, they can be persistent and try for it. 
Nobody is going to take me anymore. 
I'm not giving up any pieces of myself. 
No more. 

Pain

Pain.

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Pain is much like death.

Makes you not want to live.

Why would you want to live in pain?

In a world of pain

That breaks down everything

Like shattered glass

Surrounding your every thought

Like a forest.

A raincloud of desire

Bravo says the chorus of ecstasy

As it slips away . . .