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They say that
I need to
work on expression,
but what they do not know
is that they're
speaking
with a man that
writes all of his demons
in a journal;
encarcerate
them
into solitude.
And yet,
they say that I need to work
on
expression?

No.
Those Demons
are there for a reason,
so I cannot
express
any emotions whatsoever.
And even
when I have absolutey
nothing
to offer her,
she still stays with me..
"Mama, I can't sleep. There are monsters," I would say.
Mother shook her head and chuckled.
"Don't worry. It's all in your head, sweetie."
She tucked me in, kissed my forehead and laid beside me until I fell asleep.
I was four.

"Mama, I can't sleep. There are monsters," I would say.
Mother shook her head and sighed.
"There aren't any monsters. It's all in your head."
She tucked me in, kissed my forehead then went to bed.
I was ten.

"I can't sleep. There are monsters," I would say.
Mother would leave the room without saying a word.
I never saw her much after that.
I was fourteen.

"I can't sleep. There are monsters," I would say.
No one would listen.
"It's your head," the doctors would say.
Nurses gave me pills to help me fall asleep.
I was seventeen.

"I can't slee-" They wouldn't let me finish my sentence.
Nurses rushed in to strap me into the bed.
They injected something into my arm to make me fall asleep.
I never made it to eighteen.

<a.t>
Just like that my words will mean nothing.
Just like that I'll be lost in innovation, the clouds of social media.
Forgotten in mentions.
A "used to be" in the threads.
Isolated in the beautiful and in the cruel.
Is losing interest growing up?
Or just regrets later on?
Lost cause turning into false hopes?
Is the $100 off your weekly check really worth seeing patterns for 12 hours?
It doesn't look like the gold can rust, so I can't.
These words are an aliens slang.
These cars are my childrens junk.
My smile is used for deceiving the teachers.
A blessing to the world, a curse to the law.
Holding on to feelings, letting go to the patterns on your hand.
Pixels of the past seem so 10 years ago.
Looking at the end of time while I look at my burgundy carpet.
Running away from the stars like running from what used to be.
Nights are shallow all together.
Swallowing gulps of saliva while I grip my sheets, I'm sinking in Ralph Lauren.
Testing my patience like if forever was actually real.
.
I got here...

At the tail end of the moment
The last wink in the dream
On the second that I want it
The space that's in between

I arrived with...

The bread before it's buttered
The writing on the wall
The deadline at it's most crucial time
The longing in the distant call

Where I saw...

The show before it opened
The wonder in all it means
The only thing I'm hoping
Is that I haven't missed anything
Im feelin low today
Not bound nor locked away

I just feel confused in my head
I just feel the urge to make you pay

Why must it be this way?
Why is it me to blame?

I like my life insane
Does it make me not okay?

When i feel this pain
I wrap myself within my brain
This place inside my mind
Where i like to hide
Where you become blind

Where i offer a sacrifice
Where i feel the peace
Where theres no need to bleed

Been bleeding way too long
I wanna show them your love
Leaving you seems so strange
I hate how the times change
Can you see into my soul?
Just show me where to go

Soon i ll be gone
These feelings will be gone...

Words Of Harfouchism
It might not make sense to you..
 Sep 2014 Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jack
~

Because of you
I learned to live
I learned to breathe
I learned to give

I learned to write
I learned to read
I learned to want
I learned to need

I learned to sing
I learned to talk
I learned to dance
I learned to walk

I learned to look
I learned to know
I learned to listen
I learned to grow

I learned to dream
I learned to care
I learned to hear
I learned to share

I learned to gain
I learned to teach
I learned to find
I learned to reach

I learned to smile
I learned to grin
I learned to love
All over again
The soul
is a
dandilion
that
burst apart
in every direction
drift silently
through the
whisper of
the wind
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