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Stillness permeates,
& this silence resonates,
I cannot lie here forever,
my yoga mat awaits.
Never be the perfect daughter that’s the truth
I’ll dry **** hard
But I just want to hold on to my youth
The sun is blaring through the blinds
But I’m still lying in bed
It’s the only way I make it through the day
Feeling half dead
I walked along the road
Adrenaline rushed through
My heart palpitating
As if my brain
Already knew that I didn’t give a ****
If the car crashed too
And my heart will stop
And my face turns blue.

And I have no ******* cigarettes
To smoke my lung into
The cinder in my heart
Is the only anger I once knew
I’m a ghost of the girl
I was a fragment of the past
You told me that I was a naughty girl
And slapped me on the ***
Cause my heart is stuck in
The centre of a seesaw
I can’t go up or down
Without feeling lost or used
And the ******* letters
Circled on my work book
Tell me to try a little harder
But I’m too misunderstood.

If I had any heart left
I would throw it out to you
Tell you that you ******* own it
So do with it what you choose
And I know I must have a heart left
Cause I feel it break every day
So I fill it up with sawdust
And I’ll toss it in the bay.

Sometimes I wish I’d never met you
Sometimes I’m glad you’re in my life
But I never really feel enough
And you really stuck the knife
In twisted it it’s stuck
Can’t make it go away
You told me you were in love with me
The only person to say
And I’ve seen happiness go
Like the night stealing the day
In my desperation
I will do what you want  
If you will stay
Cause I cannot see the difference
Between love and pain
I could love you or hate you
But I’d still feel the same
I want you in my arms
Just to make it go away
But when you kiss me on my mouth
I always end up naked again
So I breathe in the fumes
Just to clear my lungs
And I’ll ******* out of sadness
**** I’ll ******* out of love.
For T
Tall men think of robust ladies
Shorter ladies dream of length,
Toothless people fantasize
Of mandibles of white, bright strength.
Porcine women lust for thinness
Breast less girlies long for *****,
Dissatisfaction fills the air
It's greener grass or down the tubes.

Black man hopes for pale complexion
White girls bake to raise a tan,
Brown eyed lassie's envy blue-ness,
***** lesbian's, a man.
The wealthy want the easy life
Beggars yearn for cash,
Dissatisfaction's in the air
And mirrors are so trash.

Across the human spectrum far
Mankind wants for more,
The grass is always greener
Looking through another door.
It's bigger, better, brighter, best
The quest is always there
Relentlessly pursued with glee,
Bright eyes and bushy hair.

Results are mixed and varied here
Some reach the holy grail
To watch it slip beyond their grasp
Then founder, fall and fail.
Some teeter on a platform,
Some grasp the prize and run,
Some hit their stride at bounding pace
To see the contest won.

But by and large there's misery
Few climb the road to joy,
Frustration be my brother
Dissatisfaction be my ploy.
Limitation is our lot in life.
Our secret to success
Is to love the mirror warts and all
All other **** ...suppress !!


M.
 Aug 2014 Rachel Saliba
Solaces
Behind her all the stars fell.. 
the sky was full of wishes..
but all i wanted was her..
everyone one else can have the wishes..
She shines brighter
I'm not one to believe
in vicious
hot-rumors,
but I'm told
there's a hungry beast in you,
waiting to quench my thirst,
this hunger for faith.
And I don't know whether
to believe it or not.
But like I said before
I don't believe
in vicious
hot-rumors,
just subtle,
well.....
maybe bold innuendo.
Please unlock my door.
 Aug 2014 Rachel Saliba
Collily
We buried the truth somewhere in this valley of lies,
Somewhere beneath countless years of nostalgic regrets and shattered dreams.

Its imbedded somewhere between foraged memories and our unbroken hearts.

We dare not unearth it
because our self induced amnesia will forsake us,
intuition will deceive us and
our thoughts will shun us.

So we stumble and stomp
over germinations of a colder tomorrow
but we let them grow
because we know

that the harvest will fruit its rewards,even if we are apart.
Behold...the fruits of insomnia.
 Aug 2014 Rachel Saliba
B
You told me you were scared
You ran your fingers through my hair
And grabbed onto my hand
"Please never let me go"

When you told me you were scared
You never said what of
I assumed it was from a dream
Or monsters in the closet

I now read the letter you wrote
Of what scared you most
It was the visions in your head
The thoughts of pain and ending it all

I now sit here reading the note you left
Telling me the things that scared you
That leaving me and hurting me
Were one of them

But now I'm scared and I don't have you
That was the last time
I fell apart in your arms
And felt free

B.G.K
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a day's work.
The people on a corner swarmed and the traffic cop's whistle never let up all afternoon.
They were the same as bugs, many bugs on their way-
Those people on the go or at a standstill;
And the traffic cop a spot of blue, a splinter of brass,
Where the black tides ran around him
And he kept the street. I painted a long while
And called it a day's work.
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