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Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 23rd, 2010
Written as a Haiku sequence.
The sea gave off a cry tonight,
It plays home to a child,
Her father threw her out of sight,
The sea swallowed her, so wild.

Her mother pushed and screamed all day,
Until the sun shone twice,
The blood would flow without delay,
Her grip was like a vice.

While pain would ebb and flow for her,
She knew her life was slipping,
But he refused to let her go,
The fear was ever gripping.

When finally the child was born,
And mother gave a sigh,
The father cleaned as best he could,
The mother closed her eyes.

A wail crawled from the fathers throat,
A pain beyond compare,
He'd lost his only love that night,
To love this child, he could not bare.

He struggled down the beach, that night,
With baby wrapped in cloth,
He swore up to the lord with spite,
And stepped in to the sea- like froth.

The sea crys out in pain tonight,
It's tears make waves, so wild,
A life, just barely started off,
She plays home to a child.
 Mar 2011 Sean Kassab
Lenna
I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.

And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.
 Mar 2011 Sean Kassab
Julia kRu
*

Hopeless is dark night:
Brooding shadows feast on Dawn,
Knowing they'll return.

(c)kRu, 19.01.-21.01.06
 Mar 2011 Sean Kassab
Joel M Frye
I love my gun.
I love my gun.
You can drink and chase your women
Till the morning sun,
But Lordy,
how I love my gun.

From the time I get to work
My blood begins to boil,
When I think of gettin' home
To rub her down with oil.
With her **** against my shoulder
Lookin' down her sights,
I could hold her in my arms
And keep her close all night.
Well, my trigger-finger's itchin'
for a little fun...
Lordy how I love my gun.
This one's both kinds a'music...country AND western ;)
in the words of Pat Benitar , love is a battle field.
fought over and over again
tho we get broken and torn ,
we pull ourselves back together and stitch that heart back on our sleeve

but why?
why fight for something that 30% of the world docent believe in?
is it because we are so desperate for companionship
that we will believe in some crazy myth, that promises us true love ?

what if i told you i have seen it?
what if i told you its there , and waiting for you
i'm not going to promise that you'll find it
or that your journey to it will be easy
but it's true
love is out there

so all those who are in love
come together
lets fight for what we believe in
change the world
we all know it needs it...
 Mar 2011 Sean Kassab
M E K
Promise
 Mar 2011 Sean Kassab
M E K
The smell of coffee and black sharpie fill your senses
Dragging yourself out of bed, you wrap the sheet around your naked body
Your head hurts more with every movement, every thought.

The sticky note on the door
written in small, squished, boy-like writing
"I never promised you forever."
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