Silly Boys

I’m tired of being a magnet to guys that say they want to get to know me

but do absolutely nothing to try.

I’m tired of feeling like an option

like choices in a pantry that you contemplate to grab according to whatever mood your in.

to get in between these hips requires far more than just one text every month to say hi or making plans when you always end up breaking them anyway.

I know I’m worthy of more than that, at least I thought I was.

you see, my father use to tell me my body is not something that should be used like trash

until I met boys that contradicted my daddy’s statement

and yes I did say boys

not ones that are physically in there pubescent years but ones that mentally and emotionally define themselves as “men” based on the number of vaginas they friend requested on Facebook.

boys don’t understand-

I don’t want you to want me

I want you to need me

I want you to feel high around me without having to take a hit

I want you to make me feel special

I want you to smell me when I’m not around

I want you to browse through the lingerie department and picture me in every single nightie

and when you see others kissing I want you to picture~

you and I

I want you to hold me so tight that your hug speaks to me and tells me it misses me even

when I’m around

I wanna be the book that you read and not one you just keep on your nightstand or browse through when your bored

silly boys, women are worth far more than just there vaginas

my daddy taught me this

didn’t yours?


~Stephanie Khano



So now I’m in the dark- facedown

waiting for you to come inside-

not sure why

It’s complicated already between you and I- face to face

so facedown won’t change.

I’m secretly hoping your warm breath behind my neck will make things alright and that the scars in the front can’t be seen from the back,

I so desperately want the innocent part of you to crawl into me,

to feel a stirring of life inside,

to know I can feel alive again with the turn of your key and leave the bad boy, I’ve come to hate, facedown

like you always left me.


~Stephanie Khano


I know I cry a lot and for many things,

like sad movies or failing, abandoned dreams and songs that remind me of the past.

Stupid things too, like you and all the problems I’ve created for myself in my  head.

But lately, what I’ve been crying about most is myself the person I used to be and lost and the person in the present with no clue about her future.



You are in the ether hovering above me, just out of reach.

You exist in the space between my heartbeats.

You are in the breath that enters my lungs.

You are at the edge of my dreams, chased away by awakening consciousness.

You peek at me behind closed eyelids when I blink

You are every smile and twinkle in the eye of those I meet

You are my fantasy and my reality, my myth and my truth

You are the silhouette on the horizon that slowly fades the closer I move towards you

You splash and frolic in the deepest pools of my soul

Your laughter dances through my eardrums

You are the lingering touch at the end of my fingertips

You are the purpose to my meaning

The beginning to my end.  

 ~Kevin Klebe

A Poem About A D@#k!

You have seduced me,

                    teased me.

(not in this particular order)

You have disregarded your senses and felt with your dick,

limp as it may be on those cold nights,

nothing hung so freely though from your skin then my body,

using it so loosely then hanging it to dry on a clothes line with the rest of your clothes.

Perhaps I should sever the extremity below your waist,

make you hum a tune with my name in it,

baptize you in holy water while you recite the last poem I wrote about you,

then you’ll realize I’m not like the other clothes you like to….

                                    Play with

                                    Fuck with!

~Stephanie Khano


Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel..  ~TheGoodQuote


Be as a woman and love a man

but forgive me though for loving a thief

Who stole my heart and robbed me from being a natural woman.

I am guilty for loving

and for the many things a woman will do~

like bleed but not see blood,

hurt but not feel pain

covering the tears with a smile

and denying that we ever allowed him to take what he thinks is his!

~Stephanie Khano