reza-raad - Hello Poetry

I will leave the light on not for you, but for the demons that haunt you. So they will know how near you are to your safe place— and to theirs.

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Nov 4, 2025

Nov 4, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC

reza-raad

return with the dark

I will leave the light on not for you, but for the demons that haunt you. So they will know how near you are to your safe place— and to theirs.

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"Things are good kids are happy and divine the past is gone stick to the present look forward history is complicated and tangling Let's build a shining future now!" and those words hit differently they hit hard when Kokum remembers them from a letter the Indian Residential School Principal had sent home one year Kokum knows what the letter meant by "happy, divine, past, gone, tangling, and let's build" They hit hard Kokum reads them anyway like she has for years Oh my child, she says, oh my child, I cannot tell you now how I exactly felt back then Because they took our words, our ways! Can you look into my eyes? they carry the truth they do Can you hear the mountains weep? Can you hear the rivers call? Can you feel the burden in the wind? Can you hear the mountains weep?! They carry the truth They do They will Remember, my child, remember! They took our words but they cannot take our voice they cannot take our valor our willingness to move to move move

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Jun 29, 2021

Jun 29, 2021 at 8:33 PM UTC

reza-raad

Can You Hear The Mountains Weep?!

"Things are good kids are happy and divine the past is gone stick to the present look forward history is complicated and tangling Let's build a shining future now!" and those words hit differently they hit hard when Kokum remembers them from a letter the Indian Residential School Principal had sent home one year Kokum knows what the letter meant by "happy, divine, past, gone, tangling, and let's build" They hit hard Kokum reads them anyway like she has for years Oh my child, she says, oh my child, I cannot tell you now how I exactly felt back then Because they took our words, our ways! Can you look into my eyes? they carry the truth they do Can you hear the mountains weep? Can you hear the rivers call? Can you feel the burden in the wind? Can you hear the mountains weep?! They carry the truth They do They will Remember, my child, remember! They took our words but they cannot take our voice they cannot take our valor our willingness to move to move move

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a woman dreaming a couple of tattoos on her body is lighting candles on the ship deck throwing them onto the sea "the sky is dark here and no one remembers how much i loved the Little Dipper"

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Apr 12, 2021

Apr 12, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC

reza-raad

a woman's current

a woman dreaming a couple of tattoos on her body is lighting candles on the ship deck throwing them onto the sea "the sky is dark here and no one remembers how much i loved the Little Dipper"

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A nostalgia* that squeezes your soul... Your squeezed soul gets buried into the casket of your body! on your bed it* plugs you to yourself and unplugs you, a little later plugs you unplugs you plugs you... eventually you’re toast!

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Feb 13, 2021

Feb 13, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC

reza-raad

Nostalgia

A nostalgia* that squeezes your soul... Your squeezed soul gets buried into the casket of your body! on your bed it* plugs you to yourself and unplugs you, a little later plugs you unplugs you plugs you... eventually you’re toast!

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what is love if not the vowels between thousands of consonant miles

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Dec 13, 2020

Dec 13, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC

reza-raad

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what is love if not the vowels between thousands of consonant miles

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It's been a battle you got hurt and went unhealed for so long sometimes it was a "friendly fire" and sometimes you ended up losing a part of you in this war they called it collateral damage they called it life You might be wounded inside I can't tell because you've forged such a thick skin an armor that shields you against all the judgements sympathies involvements and the diggings the diggings that often turn into a scene in which you throw up the passion you had for "focusing on the future" i love that armor though it isn't just a makeup it's an identity and rightfully it's not see-through so, it's safe inside I get it I do I wear mine every morning or night or day I don't know whenever I am up I mean, down

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Nov 10, 2020

Nov 10, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC

reza-raad

i hear ya

It's been a battle you got hurt and went unhealed for so long sometimes it was a "friendly fire" and sometimes you ended up losing a part of you in this war they called it collateral damage they called it life You might be wounded inside I can't tell because you've forged such a thick skin an armor that shields you against all the judgements sympathies involvements and the diggings the diggings that often turn into a scene in which you throw up the passion you had for "focusing on the future" i love that armor though it isn't just a makeup it's an identity and rightfully it's not see-through so, it's safe inside I get it I do I wear mine every morning or night or day I don't know whenever I am up I mean, down

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- tell me about the skies I am tired of the earthly prose tired of dust, distance, and stories of the seven kingdoms - up there it's freedom through and through star riding is free for everyone and belonging is the funniest word. our age depends on our velocity breathing is not that expensive and no one has yet discovered the end of life. similarity, a superstition originality, an irrelevant matter and art is the only religion. it's always 7 p.m. somewhere in the galaxy eight, twelve, a quarter past three "anytime that works for you". storytelling is the most popular profession and the night, always young.

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Oct 14, 2020

Oct 14, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC

reza-raad

the second conversation with an extraterrestrial

- tell me about the skies I am tired of the earthly prose tired of dust, distance, and stories of the seven kingdoms - up there it's freedom through and through star riding is free for everyone and belonging is the funniest word. our age depends on our velocity breathing is not that expensive and no one has yet discovered the end of life. similarity, a superstition originality, an irrelevant matter and art is the only religion. it's always 7 p.m. somewhere in the galaxy eight, twelve, a quarter past three "anytime that works for you". storytelling is the most popular profession and the night, always young.

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“this is the end” she carefully whispered onto the wind and hoped he would hear it soon and would say nothing in response.

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Oct 5, 2020

Oct 5, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC

reza-raad

let the unbegun remain never-ended.

“this is the end” she carefully whispered onto the wind and hoped he would hear it soon and would say nothing in response.

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and if you ever come across me remember this crooked song "wild strawberries in the woods not the only fear at the neighborhood bad apples, cookie monsters, and crows cashew farts, peepholes, and human toes we shall fear not, as of today, as of now we stop, stand, run, jump, and bow whatever we need to want to can whatever we need to want to can"

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Jul 16, 2020

Jul 16, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC

reza-raad

the crooked song

and if you ever come across me remember this crooked song "wild strawberries in the woods not the only fear at the neighborhood bad apples, cookie monsters, and crows cashew farts, peepholes, and human toes we shall fear not, as of today, as of now we stop, stand, run, jump, and bow whatever we need to want to can whatever we need to want to can"

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when i am gone plant me in your heart go for a run when it rains i will be the strange line on the ceiling or the smallest dot on the bathroom wall or the type of cologne you smell on a passerby i will be the strange tune no one knows why you like when i am gone it's no one's fault it's just default some die now, some die later. as ruthless as my words is the truth that takes more than it gives and we are asked to live with what we have or specifically, what we don't have and, truly, instead of thinking i would just water my plants

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Jul 16, 2020

Jul 16, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC

reza-raad

will 101

when i am gone plant me in your heart go for a run when it rains i will be the strange line on the ceiling or the smallest dot on the bathroom wall or the type of cologne you smell on a passerby i will be the strange tune no one knows why you like when i am gone it's no one's fault it's just default some die now, some die later. as ruthless as my words is the truth that takes more than it gives and we are asked to live with what we have or specifically, what we don't have and, truly, instead of thinking i would just water my plants

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