Sewing Machine

Sew me love

And I’ll quilt you passion

Stitch away my broken heart

And I’ll quote you fashion

Hem the edges of my soul

And Aspire fulfill your every desire

Fix the Inseam of my pants

And I’ll zip you into ecstasy

Pivot my body at a 45 degree angle

And I’ll sew you up like a triangle

Backstitch me to anchor my seam in place

And I’ll pattern you with zig zags  per every inch of your garment

French seam my blouse

And I’ll Iron you a crease on each leg with starch

Alter my fabric and call me couture

And I’ll shower you with unlimited attention from my mandible

Without trust,there can’t be an us

 

Trust is the major factor

in any relationship

a relationship can’t and won’t be

a loving and secure one

if u can’t trust the lover you’re with.

Why does it always has to be a big fuss

between us

arguments about me not trusting you

that shouldn’t be nothing to discuss.

Without trust

there can’t be an us.

You give me so many reasons

not to trust you

your lies

makes you see through,

I can see right through you

at times

I feel like what you say to me

isn’t true

from the things that you do.

Actions speak louder than words

and your actions says to me

she can’t give you the love you deserve.

The committment I try so hard

to give to you

giving it back to me

you don’t try to do.

your lies and excuses never change

you’re being caught up in the same things

you seem as if you’re about games

it’s to early in the relationship

to feel as if I want to go insane

you’re causing me pain.

When I ask you

do you trust yourself

you said you guess.

If you got to guess

about trusting self

how can you be trusted

by anyone else.

Without trust

there can’t be an us.

Trust has to come from the inner

to be spreaded abroad

me trying to trust you

is so unbearably hard

oh my god.

I use to couldn’t trust myself

because I was doing a lot of mess

I wasn’t secure with self

but now that I love and trust myself

i’m living and loving at my best.

I just can’t do this

from your lies and bullshit

you keep me so piss

so instead of me

steady not trusting you

let’s make this relationship

a permanent dismiss.

The Awakening

 

Looking down from this mountain, wondering if I made it
wondering if I should exert my strength or should I save it
Cancel the celebration, ceremony, sedation
Wishing with problems weighing, while precious moments are wasted.
Maintaining maximum focus, tired taking temptations
Tired of trotting in traps, while enemies are elating.
Not today nor no more, destruction of that there door
is imminent due to sentiments and scents I must abhor.
The smell of you signals vomit, your sight induces gore
Your constant combination completely corrupts decor.
So exit my house, these walls no longer need you
Your pessimistic persuasion personifying through people
Destroyed relationships with people I can’t forget
So au revoir, farewell, goodbye o Laziness

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she feels disappointment in her recent writings as if she is reaching a more sophisticated audience and setting a higher standard for her work yet she is not living up to her ambitions her recent writings smell of her past writing too emotional the damaged woman wounded child she wants to write more introspectively with detached humor that only comes from keener intelligence she slams her laptop shut decides to go to club congress for a bloody mary or margarita but club congress is haunted with small town cretins losers wannabes she considers maynard’s decides maynard’s is too safe suburban yuppyish finally gives in to thought of glass of pinot noir at plush next comes what to wear jeans in late july desert heat is unacceptable perhaps a loose fitting thin cotton white summer dress leather sandals hair in ponytail no pigtail braids no ponytail no makeup maybe a little mascara not she thinks about her recent writings

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i am one breath away from crying in every moment one breath away from flying m.i.a. in every moment one breath away from destroying everything there is beauty in ugliness beauty in decrepitude disease beauty in harm hurt suffering beauty in greed injustice betrayal beauty in corruption contamination pollution beauty in hate cruelty ignorance beauty in death we spend our whole lives searching for a good death we spend our whole lives searching for eternal love this modern world is too much for me over my head the horrors of this place are beyond words unspeakable a voice inside maybe mom yells quit your whining or dad hollers stop complaining i am trying to smile through tears one breath away from giving in one breath away from becoming a stranger to myself winter spring winter spring there is beauty in nothingness we spend our whole lives searching for ourselves learning who we are not finding grasping secrets from dark paths light trails winter spring winter spring i am one breath away

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she sits alone at the air-conditioned bar at plush glass of pinot noir glass of ice water in front of her 2 bearded older men eye her from other end of bar she ignores them glances at her wristwatch tries to look like she is waiting for someone music from speakers antiquated rock standard it is early friday hours from dusk a moderate middle aged crowd mingle wait for local jazz trio to begin she thinks about her recent writings wonders is it too late for love considers a lesbian affair from 5 different perspectives 5 woman’s voices each describing the same lesbian affair in 5 opposing accounts hmmm she sips dark red wine from glass chases it with ice water she considers a story about a gang of female bikers who ride south to Mexico

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the Americans came through here last night crossing the border illegally climbing over our fences digging tunnels beneath our barrier walls littering along their trails they travel in packs of every skin color carry guns knives explosives wear leather boots some are shirtless tattoos dyed hair mischievously smiling conceitedly stealing when in question murdering they rob our homes slaughter our chickens ransack gardens loot our harvest you can still smell the stink of their fast food breaths

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she swallows the last dark red wine from glass chases it with ice water local jazz trio begins to play as bar fills with more people she decides to walk home one foot in front of other wonders who taught her how to walk how many times did she fall she laughs to herself

Sad Sam

SAD SAM
by D. Hassen

I’VE BEEN SIT’TIN BY THE RIVER
MY HEAD A HANG’IN LOW
VERY TIRED AND WEARY
CAUSE I HAVEN’T ANY DOUGH.
THE STARS ARE NOT A TWINKL’IN
CAUSE A STORM IS COMIN ROUND
THE GROUND IS PLENTY DIRTY

I’LL BE SLEEP’IN ON THE MOUND
THE TREES ALONG THE SIDE OF ME
ARE COVERED DENSE WITH ICE
THE WIFE, THE KIDS, THE DOG AND CAT
HAVE LEFT THIS SAD MAN TWICE
I SAW OUR FUTURE DOWN THE ROAD
WHEN WE TOASTED MAN TO WIFE
WHO KNEW IT WOULD BE CUT SO SHORT
FROM ALCOHOLIC STRIFE
NOW THE CLOUDS ARE POURIN RAIN REAL HARD
DOWN ON MY SLEEPY HEAD
I FEEL MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED
I GUESS I’LL SOON BE DEAD.

Psychosis

Where do you go?
What happens when the day’s over?
What becomes of the past?
Isn’t there a way to stop the way time moves so fast?
Why won’t it stop? It only gets colder Full Story

The Sparkling Red Shoes

SALLY WALKED BY THE BOUTIQUE EVERY DAY ON HER WAY TO
SCHOOL. SHE DREAMED AT NIGHT, HOW SHE WOULD SOME DAY TWIRL
IN THE PAIR OF SPARKLING RED SHOES THAT SAT IN THE WINDOW ON
THE BLUE VELVET PIECE OF MATERIAL. IT WAS HER HEARTS DESIRE TO
DANCE FOR THE GROUP WHO CHOSE FOR THE ROCKETTES. THE NEW
YORK THEATER MARQUE READ, ‘AUDITIONS HELD EVERY FRIDAY, 2:00
P.M.
SALLY WAS ABOUT A BLOCK AWAY WHEN SHE NOTICED THE SMOKE
POURING INTO THE AIR. WHERE WAS IT COMING FROM? SHE
GRASPED HER CHEST, IT LOOKED LIKE THE BOUTIQUE. SHE HEARD
THE SCREAM OF THE FIRE ENGINES. SHE RACED AS

FAST AS SHE COULD. SHE STOPPED. HORRIFIED AT WHAT SHE SAW.
GRAY SMOKE SURROUNDED THE DOOR. IT WAS CREEPING LIKE A SNAKE
INTO THE WINDOW WHERE THE RED SHOES SAT. A TREMENDOUS EX
PLOSION. ITEMS FLEW, THE GLASS FROM THE WINDOW SPREAD OUT IN
FRONT OF HER. SALLY KNEW SHE HAD TO SAVE THE RED SHOES.
SHE CRAWLED OVER THE GLASS, NOT REALIZING HER KNEES HAD
BEEN CUT, BLOOD WAS STREAMING DOWN ON TO HER SOCKS. SHE
CONTINUED HER MISSION AND FINALLY REACHED THE SHOES.
SALLY CLUTCHED THEM TO HER HEART AND SUDDENLY
COLLAPSED. SHE AWOKE STILL HOLDING TIGHT TO HER, THE
PAIR OF RED SHOES. THE FIREMAN SPOKE, “GIRL, YOUR GOING TO HAVE
TO LET GO OF THE SHOES SO WE CAN FIX UP YOUR HANDS AND KNEES.”
SALLY WAS TOO WEAK TO RESPOND BUT ALLOWED HIM TO TAKE THE
SHOES.
IT WAS GRADUATION DAY, HIGH SCHOOL WAS OVER. THE KIDS
WERE ALL CHEERING. IT HAD BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE THE FIRE.
SALLY HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE INCIDENT HOWEVER,
SHE DID NOT FORGET ABOUT THE SHOES. SHE LONGED TO FIND OUT
WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM. SHE MADE IT HER GOAL TO LOCATE THEM.
EACH TIME SHE HAD THE OPPORTUNITY SHE WOULD QUESTION EVERY
ONE. SHE SEARCHED THE FIRE COMPANY,

TALKED TO THE HOSPITAL STAFF, WROTE LETTERS TO THOSE WHO HAD
KNOWN THE BOUTIQUE. HER SEARCH WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL THE
RED SHOES HAD COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED.

SALLY WAS GETTING READY FOR COLLEGE. NOT HAVING A LARGE
AMOUNT OF CAPITAL, DECIDED TO LOOK AT THE LOCAL THRIFT SHOP
FOR SOME OF HER NEEDS. SHE WALKED THE AISLES , GAZING SIDE TO
SIDE FOR THE BEST BARGAINS. SHE ALMOST BUMPED INTO THE TABLE
WITH A BIG SIGN EXTENDING OVER THE EDGE, STATING, CLEARANCE!
A BASKET SITTING, ON THE FLOOR ,UNDERNEATH THE TABLE CAUGHT
HER ATTENTION. A BROWN WRAPPER WITH A SPARKLING RED TOE
WAS STICKING OUT OF THE PAPER. SALLY QUICKLY PICKED UP THE
BUNDLE, RAN TO THE CASHIER AND ASKED, “CAN I OPEN THIS
PACKAGE?”

“WHY, OF COURSE. IT’S A PAIR OF RED SHOES, BUT I DON’T KNOW
WHO WOULD WEAR THEM, THEY ARE SO FULL OF SPARKLES.”
SALLY, BREATHLESSLY, SAID, “I WOULD, I KNOW ABOUT THESE
SHOES, THEY BELONG TO ME , I SAVED THEIR LIFE.AND THEY ARE
GOING TO SAVE MINE. MY AUDITION IS 2:00 P.M. THIS AFTERNOON!”