I'm on fire my love
every inch of me burns
with the vodka mix of emotions filling me
And blurring me
The sky is on fire my love
it's falling down on me
are you watching this
or am I the only one that can see it
I know it's falling
but I guess thats just me
My bed is on fire
while I write this poem
my tears would sizzle on to my grey quilt
if I had tears left to cry
My hair is on fire
the natural red of it has enhanced itself
it's unearthly and magical and beautiful
and I appreciate this singular beauty
while blood pools round me
and soaks my bed
my blood is on fire love
and I set it free
By Shani Jonas
I actually believe that there is hope for this generation
For the boys and girls and adults of this nation
Even with teen pregnancies
And puberty coming too fast
With rapes and murders
And relationships that don't last
With mini thugs and thieves
With judement that's cruel
With abuse and hunger
And no religion in schools
I may be a fool
To think that we can possibly achieve something in this dog eat dog world
But I have a lot of hope
For just a 12 year old girl
I believe that men
Will stop treating women as objects
That they will stop watching her "twerk her stuff"
And really mean their "I love you"
Women will stop getting dragged by society into the black ashes of the souls that used to belong to confident girls
That they will stop being insecure
So they can see the roses among the thorns
And the buds among dry leaves
I wish that parents will stop beating their children
Because is it worth all the pain?
Killing your own flesh and blood?
I know I can't do much
To change all the evil in the world
But there is one thing that both you and I can do to help.
And that is to pray and
And practice what you preach
And have faith in your children.
I'll show you where the bad ones go,
Land of nightmares and submarines,
Submerging you into the ocean of your tears,
You'll be wrapped in a blanket of your biggest fears.
The trees whisper your secrets, they see everything,
The clouds cry tears for you, but their tears, acid,
And you'll drown in their misery for your misery,
You'll forever scream, “Can't you see what you've done to me?”
The things in your dreams, imagine them,
Are now mutilated at the seams, imagine that,
And imagine that, now you're dead, dead, dead,
dead, dead, blood red, you've lost your head.
You're falling faster, you wish you hadn't been bad now,
I told you I'll show you where the bad ones go,
You didn't believe me the slightest bit, but you should,
If you knew this world like me, you'd kill yourself, you would.
End it all, end it all before it gets any worse,
But it's going to continue to hurt, you're going to continue to bleed,
I hope your fears are scary, tears are red, hopes are dead,
Don't look at me, you heard what I said.
I hope your hopes are dead.
You left me dead.
I'll show you where the bad ones go.
You left me dead.
Words draw blood like a knife
Piercing my heart, causing endless strife
The agony I'm in seems to never end
Worried my shattered heart will never mend
Tears fall on deaf ears
No one to allay my fears
When will you see the hurt you've caused
Was never at all my fault?
I'm a creature of the night.
The shadow in the dark alley.
I'm the whisper you hear in the wind.
A thirst for blood
There is no need to fear me.
I'm no monster.
I'm just a creature of the night.
is a whole other side of me.
I hardly ever let it out.
Its dangerous and hungry for a fight.
When its out you better hide.
My blood begins to boil.
My anger rising.
I'm about to strike.
My eyes turn black.
My fists turn deadly.
My strength builds.
This is only the beginning.
My other side is wicked.
Its cruel and unforgiving.
It wont take a sorry or a plead for forgiveness.
its on the prowl.
My other side is dormant at the moment.
But its always lurking near the surface.
If i get mad its hard to control.
My other side is a fighter.
We all have a monster.
For some of us, it's our mother-in-law.
For others, it's the teacher in the back of the classroom, giving you the stink eye.
My monster is nothing like other monsters.
Completely covered in dull, pink scales.
It's not nearly as cute as it sounds.
It's nails are ten inches long.
They're painted, but all jagged and chipped.
She often drags them across the walls,
Making an awful screeching noise that pierces through my ears.
The eyes are blood shot,
And the irises are so blue that they're almost white.
The monster is a female.
She has no name,
For giving her a name would mean that she deserves to be treated as a respectable human.
My monster is degrading.
She often whispers heinous and disrespectful things in my ear.
"You're fat, ugly, and disgusting."
"All of your dumb questions are a reflection of your idiotic mind."
"You will be a virgin for the rest of your life."
"No man could ever love you."
"You've got shit for brains."
She makes me want to throw myself off of a bridge.
When I shower, I am afraid to close my eyes.
I fear that when I open them again, she will be right there.
My monster thrives on my pain and suffering.
I can only hope that an angel will come to save me.
An angel with kind eyes,
Smooth, glowing skin,
And a soft, strong voice.
Hopefully my angel will come to destroy my monster.
I can only pray that that day will come soon.
Tap dancing is my life
I'm a tap dancer
Its in my blood
And its hooked to my soul.
It doesn't just connect
On a physical level with me
It connects much deeper
In my heart and in my soul
When I'm tap dancing
Nothing else exists
It's just me and the
Movement of my feet
Medicating my murderer, I am blood in the river,
She is the sunrise and I’m not a swimmer.
I am floating away, wake me up when it’s over.
Jack the Ripper, Jack the Lover.
Last Night I dreamt
As most often do
It was so very vivid
I could've sworn it was true
I sat up and gazed around
At the morning in my home
A little voice whispered in my head
I was not alone
So I laid back down
I took a deep breath and then
Closed my eyes to think back
To the Dream and where I'd been
I sat alone with Van Gough
So I could watch him paint
His life splashed upon the canvas
So he could forget his pain
The world seemed to disappear
As he he sat with a brush in his hand
He wasn't called mad by a world
That refused to understand
I stood beside Hemingway
With a strong drink in my hand
He told me stories of his life
Of war, women and Cuban Land
A large smile sat on his face
As he spoke and forgot about his strife
I drank his scotch and thought
Could I be as great in my life
I laid beside Elizabeth Short
And I watched her as she lay
I heard her speak of fame and stardom
And that she would know it one day
With stars in her eyes, she told me
Her name would be known far and wide
And it pained me to know
That she'd be known for only the way she died
Then I sat back and gazed upon all three
With which I had shared my time
I took their words to heart
And stashed them within my mind
I could be like Van Gough
And focus my pain and fear onto the page
My blood is ink and I can wield it
Like some unholy Mage
I could be great like Hemingway
Forever destined to destroy myself
I could hit the top of the pile
And drown out the future with top shelf
I can be like The Dahlia
Forever dreaming of the day I'll be known
Chasing fame until the end
When my final fate is finally bestowed