but nothing good came out
of our perfect storm

I am on a diet
from sharp knives

I have been fasting
for about two months

Here is my clean
untouched wrists

But what if I got thirsty
for a drop of my blood?

What if I got hungry, and swallowed
all the knives in the kitchen drawer?

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the dawn knows the blossoming grain.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the moon brightens uninvited.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the mother earth smiles on you.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And support the efforts of every child.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And listen to that child when he is making sense.

Here we lay flowers
where we bury our loved ones,
close our eyes in prayer.

If heaven is Up,
The night sky so full of stars,
I will awe instead.

Wonder which one shines,
how bright the life that was you,
A floating lantern

With a lotus flame,
Lift up in memory of
Love, Amaranthine.

always counting down to the weekends
but don’t even know where I’m getting at

You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.

grieving over what I lost,
regretting not holding on tighter


©L.F.

I said I’m not gonna break
But I broke anyway
Promised to hold myself but, I held my pieces away
And I whispered and after whispering came the scream
Run as far as you can from what sounds so real
For I could only imagine that if this isn’t a dream, I would never be able to wake.

I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON

Attention
Implies a focus
a narrowing of
Our Wide Angle..
This narrowing seems
Necessary to see
The red robin and to
Heed the red light
At an intersection..
But the rub arrives
When we linger
In our attention
Forgetting
Our Wide Angle..
Bringing anguish
Accenting our
Attention...

Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

I never knew what it was like to have a brother
Until I meet my best friend
He likes to say he's my brother from another mother
And he practically is
We talk to each other about everything
But we don't judge each other
We have a bond like the brothers and sisters do in movies
Except ours is stronger
We've been through thick and thin
And when were together its like he's the sun and I’m the moon
We work together to get things done
He's the person I'd call to help me hide a body
He's my person

there is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
a different kind of suicide

there is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

to pretend you are not matter
so you don't have to try to matter
and face the probability that
you don't

solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

I look for love
but it's never enough
so i hurt my girl
and get with a guy
im sorry im bi
why would you tease me
if your just gonna leave me

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

I can't be perfect as I am.
I wanna just to be a better person.
I wanna grow, I wanna learn.
I want to be a better one.
I wanna be better than yesterday.
Than year ago, than mounths, than days and weeks.
I wanna just to be a better person.
I wanna being better for you.

one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

You said I was your answered prayers
You said I was the best girl in the world
You said I was the best thing you could have asked for
Well, now it's my turn.

You are the light in my world.
You make all the bad days the best days ever.
You were the answer to every question I thought of.
You are the peace when I can not sleep.
You are the one thing that can make me smile when I hurt.
You make every day worth living.
You are why I look back at my past and think it was all worth it.
Nothing in this world is like you.

She made a simple call
gave a penny
without feeling tall
a giver of love
the receiver of more

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

One fine day,
I'll be out of this haze,
Yeah I'll be up in a tree,
And they'll all be staring at me.