Her Journey

Every 4.2 seconds there's a new life 

With little fingers and toes 

That will overcome a mountain of hardships and strife

An uphill mountain that whips the bitter snow in your face

With a competitive wind that pulls you down 

Ripping away your dreams and claiming the race

And those little toes will clench the ground

Even when you have to restrain your screams

You will find the strength and pull around 

Before long, bitter snow will make you slip 

Then the door will slam shut when you come home 

And you will be screaming 

because the mean boy took your toy ship

The door will slam shut when you come home 

And you will be weeping 

because the cheating boy broke your heart 

Then the door will slam shut 

When your grades are falling apart 

Then the door will break when you slam it shut 

And the cracks will keep reaching long after you leave 

Through the floorboards, branching towards the hall

Like vines and they interweave

You'll be falling to the bottom of the mountain 

And angel wings wouldn't help you down 

But my arms will still be there to catch you 

And smile sweetly to soothe your tattooed frown

The uphill mountain smooths out 

And the snow melts 

As the sun breaks the cloud

Finally, you smile and turn around 

To see you left growing footprints 

Forever to be remembered 

And you'll become more than just a name in the newsprint 

Then the vines grow flowers 

They bury your old and grown fingers and toes 

So I can crutch myself to your grave 

To leave a rose

The End

These first few line's may seem to be the beginning

However this is The End 

You may think this poem transcends 

This poem is the truth 

and The End 

What is The End? 

A question that never descends 

It is when everything counts 

It's your big dismount 

To where? 

For some it's to hot air 

Other's are sent to a prayer 

The End may seem to be a despair 

Feared like a grizzly bear 

Do be aware

It's only fair 

Some describe it as a light 

Or something overnight  

A delight  

You could say a fight 

Whatever it is

You will be alright 

By Sarah Libassi

The Girl and the Earth

Twas the wind, that swept her off her feet

Along with its tranquil voice that sings

Twas the sun’s pulsating beams

That makes her dance and swing

Twas the streams

Skinny as a string

That taught her

Life can be as short as any other thing

Whilst I stand here

Wanting you

Needing you closer than near

I have longed for you through and through

Furthermore it’s crystal clear

Yet you leave me to shed a tear

If I was this tree

Would you love me?

Throughout fall, winter, and spring

And in the warm summer days you bring?

In the woods of dark shadows

You want me to follow

With your attention I wallow

Amidst the wind, sun, and streams

You’ve made me see

Earth’s eternal beauty

You are my inkling

To a world in which beauty gleams

I see love in ways I’ve never dreamed

Your steps stop

And me, you turn to

Rays of the sun come into view

And the wind quickly blew

Your beauty reworks to gold specs that flew

Specs that became the beauty of the earth I knew

In the bright hue

I realize you are the earth

And I love you 

By Sarah Libassi 

Picture taken by Sarah Libassi

What Now?

I am so done 

Done with this life and these rules 

These walls in which i am trapped no longer and these parents 

With each argument, with each rule 

The walls get thicker, and the doors are locked tighter.

My room a is chamber 

The kitchen is a hatred radiator 

The dining room is the silence manipulator 

My parents room is Hell,

In which my happiness is dispelled 

This ain't no fairy tale,

My house is a jail. 

It's the break of dawn, 

And shortly I will be gone 

Away is where I'm running

Out the door, 

And far off somewhere stunning

With empty hands, 

I ran more than a mile of land.

My steps halted and...

I blinked my eyes in recognition 

I ran off to zero civilization 

How could my cluttered mind allow 

So I ask myself,

What now? 

By Sarah Libassi

Twisted Lullaby

Hush little baby, don’t you cry

Mommy’s here, by your side

With more than lies to brim your eyes  

Begin to feel the despise

As more than Hell starts to rise

Baby, you are an angel

Soon to fall

Out of this cradle

To shatter wings so fragile

Sleep, baby, sleep

To dreams you leap

With fiery gates to reap

And blood swamps so deep

In the swamps, baby, swim deeper

Don’t cry, I know you’re not a weeper

To the Devil you are a keeper

Ignore the glimmer of this knife

Remember the last moments of your life

So hush little baby

Don’t you cry

Mommy's here to watch you die 

By Sarah Libassi 

Disclaimer: I am not against babies in any way. 

Back to the Sky

You are a folded pulse

A page wrapped your words like Birthday gifts  

And sent them to the wind like a whisper  

People perched on your pen

We open your books to see our stories written in

My beloved you made the bluest eyes  

The reason we can walk with pride

Thank you … for writing us back to the sky   

By Sarah Libassi

Ghastly Glimpse of the Future

      My head was pounding and my hands tremble as I open the mirror for some medicine. I felt on edge for a reason I cannot determine. Like someone was hanging me over a cliff by a string. I was panicking over the unknown. What am I doing? I am fine, what am I really so worked up about? My comforting thoughts are doing me no good.  My hand convulsed, knocking and scattering the pills all over the sink.  I sighed in frustration; plucked up one of the pills and popped it in my mouth. My, still quivering hands, closed the cabinet not only revealing the mirror, but revealing something else. Something I could not turn around to face. I gulped hard with the pill following.

      A demon creature stood there over my shoulder. I caught glimpse of its pasty white skin painted with crimson. I saw something in its vast black eyes. I was extracted from reality and drawn into the future. Cryptic futures, that I could barley believe. 

     Through its eyes it displayed me somewhere forsaken and dire. I was surrounded by fire and more of the demon’s kind. I was shrieking in agony, jolting with torment. My skin was roasting, sizzling and bones snapped. The demon lingered above me indulging in my everlasting cries. Hellish screams and whispers crowded my ears, making my eardrums cringe. Hair–raising whispers that sent numbing shivers up and down my coiled spine. The demon was withdrawing from deep inside me. Then, a bright light blinded me bringing me back to present day.        

          The demon, it was out of sight, but beads of sweat rolled down my face. I could still fell its presence. It’s still there. I am frozen here in anticipation. Suddenly, a hot, yet icy breath swirled around my ear and it muttered disturbingly.

        “We are ever so close now to you and the future that we can relish it. We are almost there… You don’t have to wait… we will be there soon,” the demon’s voice faded,” Oh yes, very soon.”

By Sarah Libassi