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Brings pleasure, this little sin

-Pooja Lokhande.

 

The blade, it moves with a blinding speed 

Across her pale white skin 

Like a fountain, the blood gushes out

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

And for a moment she feels alive,

She feels like a normal being

Pain, ah, the sweet pain!

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Over and over she cuts

Until the walls seem to spin,

The brilliant red color in her black and white world,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Like rubies, they scatter all over,

Every droplet and its twin,

Leaves her feeling alive and surreal

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

One scar above the other,

Feeling pain is better than feeling nothin’

Doesn’t stop ’til the the razor gives up

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Now looking at her crimson wrist,

She cannot help but grin

Sculpted her body, her own way,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

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Cruel Life

By Amy Friauf

Sleeping in each others’ arms,
The world so distant and deaf;
Life is so cruel even when great–
And I’ve no clue why I left.

Your breath on my cheek
Soft kisses on my neck,
If this is an unholy sin,
Then, God, send me to Heck.

 

Window to the Soul

By Amy Friauf

The flame of a candle is blown out
As lovelessness withers a rose away
And as the forgotten statue
Collects dust every passing day:
A man tells his lover
That he has found some other.
Don’t wait up for me,
We’ll never again be together.
The only comfort here is
To think of what could have been.
I sob in the still night,
Thinking of your lewd sin.
The flame has blown out;
The passion has gone and left,
Just as the lone statue still remains
At the reflecting window
Of timeless, eternal shame.

 

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Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Shut your mouth, your words aren’t theirs, and in the name of open-mindedness, all you can speak are theirs, taking care with your actions, for all you can act is like them. Should you defy, you are living in sin, against the norm, imposed within. Silent scream, it can’t come out, it can’t be heard, for what it’s about. Starve it out, bleed it out…but never speak it out. Live in their prison, but never complain, hush now, little one, not a word of the pain, just starve it out, starve it all away, until you can’t care. Apathetic robot, doing as they say, cannot be different, cannot be sane, cannot be free from so much pain. Bleed it out, starve it out, cry out loud, but don’t utter a word, of what it’s about…fall to the floor, a lifeless heap, lie on the floor and pray for sleep, that rarely comes and never stays, that age old myth that conformity pays. But this way, you’re still OK. No crime yet, but against yourself, no harsh words or price to pay. Picked up off the floor, of the prison they built, brushed off, cleaned up, without any guilt. Lest to yourself, who you’ve cruelly betrayed, still in this prison, that conformity made. And they say, “Poor girl, I wonder what’s wrong.”

Scream it out, cry it out, yell, rant and rave, closing the wounds that conformity gave. Open your mouth and speak what you see, never popular, but still so free. Knocked down, beat down, with words meant to tear, no longer in prison but no worse for the wear. Pick yourself up, you are no longer theirs, away from their world, there are no longer tears. Against the norm, you’re living in sin, no longer confined by the rules within. The odd one out, a loon, freak, a fool, is what they will say, when you cease to live by their rule. Beat down, kicked out, driven insane, and you think about those days when conformity came. Could you go back to living their way, in silent despair, but without those words, meant to tear?

Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Starve it out, bleed it out, same old song, they pick you up off the floor, and wonder what’s wrong.

My Home

As black as black in the night
As dark as a blinded sight
More ravaged than a lady of the night
Some see it as a terrible fright
However, I call it home
To oppressed to be seen
By thoughts of what could have been
Wondering why again and again
Felling like this it must be a sin
However, I call it home
Hiding behind fake smiles and lies
Afraid to release these ties
Ties that bind me to these lies
Never ending circle of my fate, makes me cry
However I call it home
My home is in a place most won’t go
Many just don’t want to know
About all the pain and sorrow
Feeling alone, but can never show
However it IS my home

Juan