Friday, June 20, 2014
"There Was A Fire"
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Under the Mask of Night
Amidst the night's dark black mask
Thou sees no flaw
Thou deems no imperfection
Thy imagination sees and senses what it
wants
Amidst the light
My repulsiveness haunts
I faintly smile under the mask of the
dark night
Because my shortcomings are out of
sight
By Sarah Libassi
Dear Vast Skies Above,
To the sun,
My light of sultry hope
Who breaks through the clouds of
conflict
Who warms cold hearts
Who evaporates puddles of sorrow rain
I say thank you,
For drying my tears of pain.
To the moon,
My luminous faith
Who stands out in a black sheet
Who replenishes the sun's absence
Who reshapes and rearrange
I say thank you,
For showing me it is okay to change.
To the stars,
My specks of sanity
Who acceptably don't shine excessively
Who are among many alike and different
Who are distant constellations
invisibly sewn
I say thank you,
For showing me I am not alone.
And to all the various skies,
My trustful guidance
Who convey imminent and everlasting
emotions
Who transform the depths of experience
Who care for the elements of life,
I say thank you, thank you, and thank
you.
By Sarah Libassi
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
STOP
However my throat consumes the words
Sometimes it manages a small screech
With a lost ability to articulate
Do you hear the word belt my throat, voiced in a shriek?
To move past my throat; it is just too monumental
So it sinks in my chest and tugs my heart in defeat
Then descends to my feet
I find no other choice than a wish to flee
My suffering, I keep it discrete
My heart, I wish to set free
The word is to be described as a leach
It remains within me
Left expressed through invisible speech
When it has wriggled through my whole body
I undergo its triumph over my sanity
And my emotions become sloppy
Listen; you might here the very word when I sob
“Stop”
By Sarah Libassi
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