Sean Kassab: Favorites

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Terrified.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Melody

I feel a little terrified..

I don't know of what..

But for the past day or so I haven't been feeling right.

Not like I'm sick..

But just like..

I need to run away soon.

I don't know why..

And it's freaking me out.

How do I get this feeling to run away itself?

It's the first time it's happened.

I'm afraid that if I don't get rid of it..

It's going to destroy me from the inside to the out..

Have I always felt this way and never realized it?

Why am I so terrified?!

What am I terrified of?!

I now know..

It's not a who..

And there isn't a why..

It's a what..

I'm terrified of..

My mirror's reflection of my empty personality

My body filled with 5 memorable scars

I'm terrified.. of ..

Myself..

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

this heart, like a child, threw a tantrum.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Angelique Villasanta

this heart, like a child, threw a tantrum.

this heart, like a child, threw a tantrum.
it demanded to know where you are
why you went
how long it takes to get there
and when I said “it’s too far
I can’t take you”
it begged to know when you will come back.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Christine

Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.

I do not want to rise to my feet.
But there’s no snooze button on a child.
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.

This place is a ******* mess.
I tidy up while she watches Dora explore;
I do not like being on my feet.

I brew four cups of Maxwell House
and check the mirror to make sure I look alive.
Rise. Shine? Sleep. Repeat.

Into the car and off to the sitter’s.
She and I dance to pop songs on the radio.
Upon the car’s pedals, I tap my feet.

I drop her off and drive to work where
I drop off hot plates to hungry guests.
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.

I pick her up, go home, and cook dinner;
then bath time, bed time, homework.
Will I ever feel stable on my feet?
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Our seperate bodies

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Pen Lux

Our seperate bodies

She screams in perfect paragraphs,
chewing on pencils
she told me she was mine,
and I didn't believe her much.

The geometry of our bodies
forming equations
telling us
how to look at the stars
how to learn something new
and apply it to what we
don't understand
but won't forget.

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Russian Winter

Mar 2011 Sean Kassab

Dian Eka

Russian Winter

Do not meet me when it's autumn,
The falling leaves are sad

Do not meet me when it's spring,
Rose buds would bloom

Do not meet me when it's summer,
Our icy ****** heart would melt

Meet me when it's winter,
Russian winter,
We don't have to feel at all.

DEAB