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Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me fill your lungs.
Let me be the rush,
that makes your blood flow fast.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me help you relax.
Let me ease your tired body,
so you forget about the past.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me quell your fears.
Let me help you back to sleep,
when the nightmares come again.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me clear your drunken mind.
Let me be your sober voice,
protecting you from yourself.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me take the gun away.
Let me help you realize,
that its not time to go away.
This world is very cruel indeed.

You hear the sound of a whimpering child,

slapped and freshly bruised

There are billions of thundered hearts

that swore to never fall in love again

There is also the faint voice of control,

and the empowering voice of temptation.

But we’re all human beings, aren’t we?

We’re all begging to be saved.
 Aug 2013 Shari Forman
Sonia T
I stare at myself in the mirror
Bloodshot eyes
I laugh, a familiar lump
Rising in my throat

Showers
Always the best time and place to cry
Why?
Maybe it's because the water falls to the ground, together with your tears

I step in
The cold water shocks me and I immediately relate
Cold, just like my empty, bare soul

Sometimes in the shower,
You never know if you've stopped crying
As your face is always damp

Slowly the water heats up and
The tears let loose
Ragged breathing, choked by the steam filling the bathroom

Lonely.
Helpless.
Disappointed.
Am I loved? Not anymore I think
But there is some warmth left
Only from the hot water running down my back

I know what you're thinking
'What an emotional kid", right?
But you can't hide the truth
That you were once finding comfort from your shower
 Aug 2013 Shari Forman
an artist
i can't really write about the way
your skin feels against mine
or how i feel when you look at me
because i haven't experienced them yet

i can't really write about how
your lips slowly curve into
your signature smirk
because i haven't gotten to see it in person

i can't really write about when
your blue-green eyes
flicker in the lights
because i haven't seen them do it

but i can write about how
it makes my heart pump twice as fast
and makes my cheeks turn pink
when i get to hear you say my name.
or how repeating "its okay" in your voice
keeps me up longer some nights
because it seems to sound so real in my mind,
or how it made me feel sleepy and cuddly when i heard you say i love you for the first time
as if you were there with me in that moment,
arms around me.



there are a lot of things i cannot write about;
i cannot write about what most people can -
but that's okay
because their truths are different from mine

instead of putting together bits and pieces of things i have read
and making my own version of you in my little world,
i will write about you
from what i know about you
and not what i think i may know.
i will write about how you make me feel
despite the distance

i want to experience you
(more)
i love you
this is the first poem that i have spent over an hour on, making sure it spoke as i had wanted it to. i am very proud of it. i hope you enjoy :-)
When life falls apart

Staring at the girl in the mirror
All I see is fear and wonder……what ghastly horrors she’s been through
Alas, she still stands even though she’s broken and bruised
Her eyes a storybook for all to see
Yet no one notices her, only me
Her life is a joke, an open book
She tries as much as she can to make every man hurt with her seductive looks

She’s strayed far beyond who she was
Even the God she once worshipped she’s afraid to crawl to and ask….
Forgiveness? She deserves no such thing
Torture her, stone her, she deserves to feel
Rip her heart out in front of her; she’s the one to blame

The floor has fallen beneath her feet; she keeps running but where should she be?
Don’t pity her or she will cling to you, independence? That’s what she says she has
Yet she’s the most dependant, needy person you have ever met

Do not pick her up just watch her fall
She shouldn't be alive, no, not all
She was nothing more than a mistake

The people who love her have probably lost their minds
What can she do to make all her problems go away?
There’s a little voice that keeps telling her there’s only one way
She sits night after night contemplating suicide
Too afraid to let go, yet she holds on to a world of nothing, she’s got nothing, no one

When life falls apart, all she does is stare
Take the blade and cut yourself, you know you deserve to feel the flare
Now she lies in a box, her soul to hell for giving up

Do not think about her no, she deserves the eternity of torture she’s ****** herself to
Just forget her; she was no more than a speck of dust
You’d be wasting your tears if you cried over her too much

She’s finally gone; I have rid myself of her
I am no longer the girl that I used to fear
She’s laid to rest, forgotten and dead

With all this life I can but be glad, the almighty my king has removed all that dread
I am stronger, wiser, more courageous than I ever thought I could be
All thanks to the Glory of my God, I owe my victory

Watch me move mountains, be in awe of what I achieve
It’s because the God that loves me gave me that second to breathe
I am a women destined to do great things
Now step aside as my light shines as bright as the stars in the sky
My life, a new world to open up my eyes
Watch me fly above the star-filled skies, you can have it too all you have to do is try…
she used to be afraid
to drown in pool water
but now her thoughts
tell her to jump further
Life is a continuous journey
A little test along the way...
Big and small challenges...
Sometimes we pass with flying colors
Sometimes we fail, do we regret?
No.. we rise again instead..
Till we succeed.... A glory of life..
Then all of a sudden, we grow too old
our body too weak,
we become too sickly,
friends come to visit ,
family gives their hands,
we try to fight
but we get weaker everyday
one day we have difficulty to breathe
on other days we have other complications
and we are tired of hoping
and we are dying...
come closer everyday to our expiry date
I pray god will ease our ways...
and guide us in our journey of life..
To him we shall return...
and the journey of life ends...
 Aug 2013 Shari Forman
Willson
If a love poem is only written by a poet,
then I'd be the best poet because of my love for you.
If a love song is only written by a songwriter,
then I'd be the best songwriter because of my love for you.

I may not be the perfect person for you,
but I promise I'll try my best to make you happy.

I love you.
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