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 Oct 2015 Sophie Rein
Just a Girl
This dirt is my skin,
I breathe sin,
My heart beats in pain.
I see my face,
The true one,
I see the reality.

The devil won its game,
I am soul-less,
Just breathing.
Nothing will change.
Miracles don't
Happen here.

From alcoholic father,
To my mom's
Consistent unhappiness,
When did you walk with me god?

Born as unfortunate
Accident,
Holding my mother's
coursing as my destiny,
I am always a failure.

I only made him up
to be delusional,
For survival,
but you let me
Destroy me.

I still pray every night:
Please don't make me
wake up tomorrow.
Every morning
I realize your indifference.

Miracles don't happen here.
 Oct 2015 Sophie Rein
Austin B
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 Oct 2015 Sophie Rein
Austin B
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Clouds of black,
Heavy rain.

Don't come back,
Please refrain.

Over the hills,
And next to the docks.

This is the place, now open the box.
 Oct 2015 Sophie Rein
Austin B
Wake up tomorrow like you are going to the moon.
Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time
and the last.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Show someone how much you love them.
Stop and visualize the world around you.
Don't forget to wake up tomorrrow,  you're going too the moon.
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes


**-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.
Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense
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