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No matter how many times
I scrub my skin,
I still feel *****.

No matter how many
layers I burn away,
I still feel contaminated.

I cannot wash away your touch.
I can still feel your lecherous hands
and I hate it.
 Apr 2015 Jan Harak
ARI
Stand tall
When you're feeling low
Be a Beacon of light
For the broken souls

Be their strength
And give them hope
Together you will find
Your forever home

Hold them tightly
Keep them close
Let them know
They don’t have to be alone

-ARI
 Apr 2015 Jan Harak
Hayleigh
I
 Apr 2015 Jan Harak
Hayleigh
I
When we make love,
her tongue recites
and brings to life
the sweetest of poetry
between my thighs,
just below my hips,
stumbling beautifully
from her cherry red lips.
I ripped open the night sky
to see the mysteries behind the facade.
But the constellations wrinkled
and the moon was torn
the stars winked out
and fell from the sky
and I ruined the beauty
looking for something real.
So we beat on, boats against the current,
     borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I hope she is a fool, a beautiful little fool.
Absolutely real, pages and everything.
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when
       they are watching their world fall apart
       and all they can do it stare blankly.
And I sat there brooding in the old and unknown world.
You can't repeat the past.
You can't repeat the past? Of course you can.
They're a rotten crowd, I stated,
         You're worth more than the whole **** lot of them.
When you feel like criticizing, remember not everyone
          has had the advantages you've had.
I thought of Gatsby's wonder.
So we beat on, boats against the current,
          borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Some of Fitzgerald's most poetic lines from the great gatsby,
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