Do her red lips enchant you?
The curve of her body screams of sin.
Her alluring eyes, and her thick lashes,
Falling under her spell with a wink.
Weak minded fool,
Do not fall for the temptress.
Her siren's song echoes across the room,
Insidious eyes follow her as she walks.
You mean nothing to her,
you should know it.
You'll be her toy,
Another disposable lover
in a long line of trash.
Enjoy the pleasure and games,
They never last long with her.
Temptation, I call her.
Know it well,
Temptation never stays.

I still wish for happiness
every time, I wish.
Despite it all,
Despite the childishness,
I still wish for happiness.

I don't write for pity,
or attention or friends.
I write for myself,
I write instead of bleeding.
My poems are personal,
Not written for others.
I share them because
I want to touch someone.
Maybe we can all stop being alone.

She's going to go places.
She's going to go far in life.
Me? I'll probably be dead
by the time I'm twenty five.
My own hand, I'm sure,
will be the one to tie the knot.
I think about death a lot.
The different ways to die.
The best day to do it.
This isn't what normal people do.
I'm sorry to say it, but it's likely,
I'll **** myself before I'm twenty five.

Another year gone by;
The only thing I've done
is tell myself that maybe
one day, one day,
I could find happiness.
Where has it gone?

Four AM
And five stitches later
I finally realized the
cold hard truth.
I never want
to see you again.
I can't keep showing
up at the hospital
when you've broken
me yet again.

His hand up your skirt
isn't going to make you
feel any less dead inside.
Sweetheart, don't do this.
The money won't last,
The attention isn't worth it.

She was a simple kind of pretty.
Instead of eyeliner,
Dark circles and worry
outlined her eyes.
A good student, they said
but it was never good enough.
She knew she could do better.
There could always be better.
She knew she wasn't good enough.
Things were never good enough for her.
To disappoint the high standards
she forced upon herself
was a crime punishable by death.

Bruises take a long time to heal,
They get worse before they get better.
Black and blue,
Here I am, hiding them,
Yet again,
I feel like a criminal
Hiding evidence.
I've done nothing wrong,
Except be me.
I would give anything,
Everything,
To not be me.

They say you're not alone.
I'm not alone
...but I'm alone.
I know what they say.
I know I'm supposed to believe them.
I'm not alone
...but why do I feel so alone?

Let me abandon my dreams for you.
It's not like they matter to me.
Goodbye Ivy League,
Goodbye law school.
I clearly have no need
for such things when
I have you.
It's not like my dreams
are the only thing
that keeps me alive.

I used to wear galaxies
on my feet, in my shoes.
So I had something to look at
When I stared at my feet
Instead of looking into
The stars in their eyes

Remember that you must die.
Do you know that?
Everyone dies,
you should know that.
Life does not go on,
It ends.
It's sad, for some,
But true all the same.
Remember to die, my friend.
You cannot live forever.

It's been a long night,
The lavishly dressed rich, with their expensive clothes,
party like there's nothing wrong in the world.
I hide my bruises, and offer hors d'oeuvers.
Servitude has not been kind.
Mistakes are not tolerated.
Life as a servant has left me feeling like a lampshade,
Useful, but rarely noticed.
I offer a convincing smile,
They prefer to ignore the sadness.
They drink away the pain,
And party away life.
Life's more playful,
If you pretend nothing hurts,

I sat on the swings
and stared at the sea,
dragging my toes in the sand.
Where has life gone?
It seems to have passed me by.
The ocean sways
and life goes on
forever perpetual
by the sea.

I closed my eyes
and made the decision.
This was the end.
I found the pills,
and wrote my note.
My tears smudged the ink.
Pill after pill,
I began to feel light headed.
I closed my eyes.

I've been awake for too long again.
Take the pills and sleep?
Risk the nightmares?
Or stay awake...
Again...
I'm kind of sick of not sleeping
But I'm sick of the nightmares.

I cannot remember
the last time
Somebody
            Made
                    Me
                       laugh.

I used to be a dreamer,
With light in my eyes
And stars on my tights.
But now there's a watch
around my neck,
Ticking away.
Ticking away the time,
Forever reminding me,
That sadness always lurks,
No matter how grand the dream.

I'd like to think
that tortured souls
find happiness in the end.
That maybe who ever is watching
Will understand that it's hard.

It's hard to be a good person
When the world treats you like ****.

But I've long since stopped
believing in miracles
When the world showed me
It's true colors.

But how do I explain to my family,
Why I don't have Christmas spirit
Or why my eye is swollen.
I don't want to ruin their Christmas.
Just keep quiet, like always.

For once, I want to say
why not?
Instead of always asking
why?
I'm sick of this
perpetual fear.
Just let me say
*why not?

Please just lie to me.
Tell me everything is going to be okay.
Tell me that you don't know I'm broken.
Tell me that you understand.
Tell me that it's okay to not be okay.
Tell me to believe in people.
Tell me that the world is lovely.
Tell me that I haven't misplaced my trust.
Tell me that humanity is beautiful.
Tell me that life is worth it.
Tell me that you love me.
Please, just lie.

Nothing good ever happens there,

The kids go there to smoke,
The drunks go there to fight,
And, well, everyone else avoids it.
Except for kids like me,
Who go there to die,
and never come back.

Every town has that place,
Nothing good ever happens there.
Stay away.

I write like I need to breathe.
Desperate words, desperate measures,
If I don't write, the words tumble out anyway.
The poetry builds up in my blood
and I end up saying poetic things
to the cashier at the grocery store.
Bananas are a sad fruit, so desperate for love...
what? ******.

I write and I write,
all at once, or not at all.
I could write five poems at once,
or sit and stare for ages.

Writing for me,
is my escape.
I write to forget,
I write because I need to.

She used to talk, and talk,
A story teller for the ages.
She would chatter and smile,
It enchanted people.

But slowly, she fell silent.
One day she noticed, no one listened.
So why should she talk,
When no one cared what she has to say?

She stopped speaking all together,
Yet no one seemed to notice.
The silence killed her, the stories choked her,
And when they found her hanging, they didn't understand.

Her note asked them why,
Why had they stopped listening?
She would never speak again,
And their care came too late.

He told her she had a beautiful scream.
She tried to be defiant, not to scream again,
But he did unspeakable things.
When he let her go,
She never spoke again.

Is it the end of an era?
No.
Is it the end of an age?
No.
Is it the end of me?
Maybe.

The end of an ending,
My dear, we've barely begun,
But this has been coming,
The ending must be at the end.

He has the most blue eyes I have ever seen.
I will not compare them to oceans, or the sky.
They are blue, like sadness,
Or ice, the sweet kind that you eat in the summer.
I don't usually look him in the eyes.
I'm afraid of him, understand.
But when I do, his eyes never match his words.
His eyes belong to someone who is sad like me.
They belong to him, though, and his words are sharp
and his voice threatening, but his eyes,
They leave me confused.

I don't see a future me.
A me with kids,
A me getting married,
Me as a lawyer, like I used to want.
I'm not even sure
I'll get through this year.
It's hard to envision a future
when you don't have hope.

My father once told me that good men don't hit women.
But I never thought of him as a man.
And I never thought of myself as a woman,
We're still just kids, aren't we?
Yes, we're graduating in a year,
And maybe then you'll be a man,
But I don't feel like an adult,
So hitting  me doesn't count,
And you still have the chance
To be a good man.
Don't hurt the next one,
Please

Happy Yule,
The winter equinox, you know,
It's the darkest day of year.
And yet I feel the safest,
Drinking hot cocoa,
Away from the terrors of the world

Did you think this was Romeo and Juliet?
Did you think I'd give up everything for you?
I have not known men to be kind
or love to be lasting,
So I think it's better I stay alone.
At least I know that loneliness is lasting.

I have never believed in love,
But I believed in you,
Until you asked me for all I had.
You know I can't give it.

I'm fairly sure I don't need a degree
to tell you what's wrong with me.

It's a pretty long list,
I'm pretty messed up, huh?

I don't need to hire a doctor
to tell me I hate myself and why.
I can name each and every reason why.

I don't need a doctor
to tell me I'm traumatized from my past.
My nightmares assure me well enough.

I don't want to talk about it,
I don't want your medicine.
I'm not alright and that's okay.

I screamed.
No one came.

This is ruthless world,
and no one will be there
to save you when you need it.

How did you get my number?
Why are you doing this to me?
What did I ever do to you?
Why must you make my life such hell?

I guess you wanted to remind
me just how worthless I am,
when you weren't there to reinforce
the lesson with your presence.

The silence is oppressive.
The quiet weighs heavy in my head.
When all is silent.
The thoughts creep in.
The things you've said,
The things I've done.
It is on the calmest nights,
When I am in the most turmoil.
It is on the calm and quiet evenings
when I remember my worth,
and that is not much.

You can't love somebody
who you don't understand
And you know what happens
When they don't understand?
They learn to fear you
And then they look at you
Like a monster.
No, you can't love what you
Don't understand.