Loving in leaps
Like iron and steel
I've seen too many things
Old but wise with new knowledge
swollen &, hemmeraging
transparent  not quite see through.
loving and liable
my quiet little heart.

You excuse yourself from the party
And sneak off to the second floor
You hide out in your bedroom
And double-lock the door

The taste of birthday cake still lingers
That stupid song rings in your ears
Downstairs your guests are having fun
Though their host is not how she appears

You reach underneath your bed
And grab a box that’s made from tin
Shaking hands quickly remove
The sharp instruments held within

The tools of a sacred ceremony
That follows the emotional drain
The ****** ritual of release
The catharsis brought by pain

You grab the hem of your skirt
And raise it up past your waist
You stare down at battered legs
Milky white flesh you’ve defaced

A terrain map of your body
A reminder of who you are
Some may prefer a tattoo
But nothing lasts like a scar

Each memory is a torturous cell
Trapping you in an inescapable past
The pain and suffering that never ended
And the happiness that wouldn’t last

Ignorance may be bliss for some
But it comes with a price too steep
So relive those nights in your father’s bed
When he made you cry yourself to sleep

Soon you’ll make your way downstairs
And blend in seamlessly with the crowd
That fabricated air of optimism
Is the mask that acts as your shroud

A smile, a laugh or a smirk
False gestures you convey
You find it so easy to lose yourself
Inside the character you portray

Reality is too difficult for some
The real Sarah they can never know
You only do this for their own good
So let’s get on with the show

Wait for me
While I find the missing pieces
And put them together again
Wait for me
When I force the raw jagged edges
To fit in a crooked disheveled mess
And please, just wait
When I tell myself
It's as good as new
And that nothing has changed
Just keep on waiting
Until I make myself believe.

He runs in straight path
towards a brick wall
No real danger likely, for he knows the detours
Yet she drops everything
and runs
Until her shoes fall off
and her feet start to bleed, skin chafed by the concrete
Willing to give up everything
for him
Why?

You are beautiful, but not to be seen from an eye
Being blind my heart can then read, define!
What lays there behind?
One other Heart that is matching to mine
Before time, the eye looked at what appeared to be fine
Their appearance, so pretty, illusionized what come from inside
Thats given outside, for looks, for design!
They are something Mind thought could be mine but lied
Pay attention at this time, Heart tells you what is Divine
Soul expelling rage Trust Love Joy Happy Kind
What Body? one Heart one Soul one Mind
Now then realize, yours is matching mine
you are what Heart defines
We walk together beyond the forever line
we look, they are all just pretty (laugh)
I turn away from them and say "You Beauty"

I’m dying inside of me,
And there’s no hand to help me.
I’m screaming inside of my head
But no one could hear it.
Loneliness and sadness …that’s all I feel
They always come together,
Like they’re chasing me…
When I look in the mirror, I see a little girl in the dark
Searching for the light.
But she doesn’t find it, she can’t see anything
She’s bereft, bruised, deflated
Then, she starts to cry
But there’s no one who could ever wash her tears away.
This girl is truly me.
I want to get out of that world
I want to free my soul and fly high is the sky
I want to make all my dreams come true
But I think it will never happen
I will be alone till the last breath in my life
That’s how it goes on, and I should accept it no matter what…
http://www.writemania.net/alone/

Stunningly beautiful, soul full of pride,
The vision of perfection, by my side,
Enhanced is the feeling, swelling inside,
Price is platonic; our hearts must collide,
Heaven nor hell, unbound by earth’s shackle,
Euphoric by design, our love entails,
Nostalgic I’m not, we are no debacle,
View the world, no map marks our trails,
Inglorious, is the search for love
Ethereal, since you are but a dream,
Illusion is grounded, fly now my dove,
Reality is us, we are a team,
After all, you are my Aphrodite,
Yalla habibti,

Anxiety is eating me for dinner,
Picking at my meat.
He chews with his mouth wide open
Just because he can,
And he spits out my little toenails
Counting
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten.
He counts because it drives my
Mind crazy,
It gets me counting
My breath
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten
My steps
one two three four 5 6 7 8 9 10
My thoughts
one two three
But they go too fast to count.
And he loves that.