in my veins
her blood runs

oh

in my brain
her footprints lay

It's like ******, each word said
Injected into my ear
Your lips are the needle.
I get chills, I know it's wrong
So wrong.
I try to avoid it by plugging my ears
The urge is too strong to
listen, listen, listen
The "Did you hear about"s and
The "I can't believe they"s
Have me crawling back for more
I'm hooked on those juicy lies

It's like a cigarette.
I breath in the information
Luckily, it doesn't blacken my lungs.
My soul, however cannot say the same.
I release the built up smoke
So everyone else can share in my knowledge
Some unwilling,
Others take a deep breath in,
Blackening their soul with
Second-hand gossip

It's like a joint
A community drug
You can't keep it all to yourself
Let's pass it around the circle,
And make sure everyone gets a
nice
long
drag
It makes serious matters casual.
You regret.

It's alcohol
I don't know what I'm saying
And my mind blurs with fuzzy lines
Between right and wrong.
I pick up my keys and
Drive my self righteous car.
I didn't see the stop sign.
I didn't see the warnings.
Now I've affected more than myself
As I stop too late.
I hurt a life,
Multiple lives.

Another victim taken.
Another life ruined.
Another gossip overdose.

Insecure

With no confidence,

I enter the battlefield,

With very little providence,

And no weapon or shield,

A slash of a knife,

is all it takes,

No strife,

Not even sure if I’m awake

I can’t feel it no more,

The love,

With my heart so sore,

The feelings that I have shoved,

My heart made of stone,

And pain that makes me insecure,

And in the depth of my bones,

Is a pain I can no longer endure

To every poet.
I've never met.
I salute you.

To every poem.
I ever read.
I salute you.

The creative process it takes to write.
Many can't begin to imagine.
The poem don't have to rhyme.
Or really make a logical connection to some.

But when you are finished.
You're more impressed with the final out come.

Some write for profit.
Some write for comfort.
Some write to relieve hurt.
Some write to address love.

But to ever poet.
I salute you.

Men, Men, men.
What's wrong with you?
I just have to ask.
Whenever I read an article.
And notice your wrath.

There's not a woman on this earth.
Who should make you go ballistic?
Love isn't worth it.

Holding them hostage because she wants to leave.
For her to want to go.
Check yourself and see, what you done wrong?
That if, you done anything at all.

******.
This alone should have made common sense comes to you.
But we read about these fools.
And the saddest part of it.
They tries to offer an excuse.

Love exist.
It has since the beginning of time.
But it won't stay anywhere.
Where it isn't treated kind?

******.
What process you to go this far?
Even, if you been hurt.
This is a forever scar.
That should tear at your soul.
Let alone at your heart.

Men, men , men.
You have got to do better.

Brotherhood

The one who loves,

The one who cares,

The one who of others thinks of,

The one who has others needs before theirs,

The one who is wise,

The one who is brave,

The one who really tries,

The one whose heart you gave,

The one who is thoughtful,

one way or another,

The one who I find delightful,

My one and only brother!

Suicidal Thoughts
by Shani Jonas

I paint a pretty picture
on the base of my wrist
with my razor and some red liquid
and my hand clenched into a fist

I do one stroke for everything thing I hate
everything that gets me down
I do a stroke for everything that turns my ugly smile
into an even uglier frown

I do one stroke for promises
that are very often broken
There is one stroke for love not returned
When someone throws away your kind token

another stroke goes on my wrist
for all the unfairness in this time
things go good for a second
and go bad for months at a time

A stroke for all the people I can’t stand
a stroke for all the harm done
a stroke for all stupidity in the world
a stroke for all the guns

that **** all those innocent people
I use this razor to show the things that I hide inside
one more stroke and I’m dead...
*A stroke for committing suicid--

Lips
Nibbles on my cheek
Never
Will i Forget
The eyes
Of green

And the kisses of summer