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  Mar 2015 Jan Harak
Liz And Lilacs
In another life,
I would have loved you.
You would have enchanted me,
but I don't believe in love.
If we had met before
I knew the world was cruel,
before the wicked man,
before all the pain,
things would be different.
In another life,
I would have loved you.
  Mar 2015 Jan Harak
Liz And Lilacs
Why is there so much violence
and hatred towards women?
I've been searching for a reason.
I just don't understand.

What is it that makes us different?
Why should I be violated,
simply because of my gender?
I am a human, just like you.

We have feelings and emotions,
Do you simply see us as toys?
Do you not understand that
we are one and the same?
I don't understand.
Jan Harak Mar 2015
Silent snake,
hissing his venomous lies,
like flames they burn me inside,
and reduce me to ashes.
  Mar 2015 Jan Harak
WickedHope
Don't tell me your sins
I'm not your confessor
Don't tell me you're sorry
I'm not too forgiving
Don't feed me words
Like I'm starving for verbs
When it's authenticity
I've been deprived of

It's not a game of give and take
When all you can say is, "I didn't mean it"
Who do you pretend that you are
That you can stand here and ask me
"Do you believe in soul mates?"
"Will you take me home with you?"

We're far from a clean state
By now you and I are old fools
Who never get tired of this slow dance
Where I make myself the victim
And you get to hold the knife
(I keep parenthesizing.)
About a piece of my past
that lives next store to me now.
He wants what we "used to have,"
calls me his soul mate. Ha.
- - -
And for the record, the 'white dress =
wedding dress' jokes were never funny,
this I what I get for being different I guess.
  Mar 2015 Jan Harak
WickedHope
If I were newspaper,
And you fire;
Your flames, consuming me,
Would burn higher.

You eating up my words,
I'd go on unheard
As you read over me,
A decent fuel, finally.
When I think about my life too much I cry.
- - -
Applies to my relationships with various people,
all in different ways, different possible interpretations.
- - -
Read "The Storyteller."
Drugs and *** were never meant for 6 year-old girls to be exposed to.
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Jan Harak Mar 2015
I looked out the window
and there is nothing left
all the snow is gone
it just melted in the pouring rain

The birds are singing
but the sky is gray
it reminds me of you
where were you yesterday?

Now there is silence in our home
We are one toothbrush short
and your belongings in the hall
make me feel cold with heater on

In midst of this chaos
a miracle occurs
my drowsy eyes make me see
last snowflake of this year
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