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 Nov 2015 Zhanara
Elexer
It's Ok
 Nov 2015 Zhanara
Elexer
It's ok
I know someday
I'm gonna be with you
 Nov 2015 Zhanara
Rassy
My body ache
Try not to fall asleep
To avoid dreaming of you.

My mind tired
Think about you
And recall all our memories together.

My soul weak
Almost lost it at all the time we are together
Away from the body.
Here I go again
Wishing I would be dead
Burning bridges again
What is wrong in my head?
Is it something I did?
Or is it just who I am?
These feelings break the lid
And I say I am just a man
But that can’t be right
Because I am more a child
No one sees me in the night
So I try to hide the wild
But inside all I see is the wreck
And I am thinking what the heck
A bullet might taste better than this
If I aim will I still miss?
I know I was made for more
But who cares for my soul so sore
I see no one to run to for care
I am just left grasping for air
When you smile no one looks
When you cry they give you books
So tired of this madness
This abundant lack of gladness
Break me to take me back home
I never walk alone
But I just feel alone
Without a home
 Nov 2015 Zhanara
Tom Leveille
i don't watch home movies
hate them
reason being because
when i was young
i was looking for a movie
my mother
had recorded for me
and accidentally
put one in the vcr
that i'm not sure
i was supposed to see
i know the obvious response
"uh oh, ****"
sorry to disappoint
they were only marked with dates
  1991
on live television
montel williams asks my father
"how can you just throw
your child away like a piece of trash?"

   1994
i spend so much time
in the emergency room
that my parents stop
penciling in growth marks
on the frame
of my bedroom door
i always thought
it was because they believed
i would never grow out
of this sickness
sometimes i believe
the reason that they
never bought me a dream catcher
was because they never thought
i'd live long enough
to see them come true
   1996
i am eliminated
from a spelling bee
because i didn't know
the 'dad' is silent in 'family'
   2013
before i got into poetry
i used to do standup
none of my jokes were funny
one of the other comics
tells me my skits are dry
sometimes sad
he says "why don't you joke
about something like your family?"

so i say
"i never wore any sunblock
because i didn't want anything
to keep me from my father"

i say "what do you call christmas
without lights or heat?"

before he has a chance
to answer
i say "1997. better yet
why don't you
make like a dad and
leave"

   2014
every time we drive
past the hospital
my mother reminds me
how much it cost to save my life
like she'd rather
have her money back
she doesn't have to say
that sometimes she wishes
it was me who had died
instead of my brother
i can hear it in the way
she says "love you"
sometimes i imagine
that if i were to die
that she
would pick out a casket for a child
because she never loved
the person i became
yesterday i told my father
how close i'd been
to suicide lately
and he said
"that's my boy,
livin on the edge.."

and i can't remember
if i laughed
or cried
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