RA: Favorites

Jan 2014 RA

Pearl Feldman

I stand alone - a child in need of care
I have rights, but these I do not know yet.
I can only learn them from you,  the people around.
Through the clamour and noise hear me,
I have the right to be heard.

Please teach me that I have the right to be me,
And that I have a right to an equal share.
Help me to express my own feelings,
Even the confusion, hurt and anger within,
In such a way, that I know that I am accepted.

With acceptance, teach me acceptance.
Give me love unconditional,
For I live up to  your expectations of me.
Give me space to grow, and sometimes the right to say no.

May I be proud of my uniqueness,
And help me understand,
That the names I'm called
I don't have to be.

With integrity, teach me integrity.
With love, teach me love.
Within me is a special gift.
Help me to unlock it,
So I can share, be it a loving smile,
A patient way, or the ability to care.

Jan 2014 RA

Blue Jeans (Mydriatic Cover) - Lana Del Rey

Jan 2014 RA

Mydriasis Aletheia

Blue Jeans (Mydriatic Cover) - Lana Del Rey

I loved you since the first time,
What a fool I was, (thinking you could heal my all fears).
Do you even recall what we set out to find?
I know now that we weren't even near.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day was made from the dark stuff but it lived in the light.

It ended on Sunday, such a comedown Monday
I got cut up in school, thunderous thoughts
over-thinking you. So I started dealing
and became enslaved to the game.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day was a better place, we were together, off our face.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day, it's lost to me. I'm lost when I think of it.

Baby it was real
and we were the best.

#cover #lanadelrey #bluejeans

Jan 2014 RA

lists

Jan 2014 RA

carmen

lists

I make lists
to organize my life into lines
on a page
some lists are for groceries
others for wishes
I make lists of "to do's"
for the satisfaction of crossing them off
I scribble thoughts onto paper in the late hours of the night
I make lots of lists
of things I'm grateful for
of goals still awaiting their accomplishment

to remind myself I exist

I guess it's also a form of obsessive compulsiveness
that comes with not knowing who you are
or being unsure of where you're going
I make lists
to slowly, deliberately, write myself into a person

cp

Jan 2014 RA

You're Vulnerable.

Jan 2014 RA

Cathyy

You're Vulnerable.

I get it,
I really do.
It was 'our little secret' too

I was scared,
and confused
threatened in the comfort of my own bedroom

..But what more could I do?
What can anyone do?
The insensitive tell you to move on from it,
your best friend is scared to heal your heart in case she stomps on it
therapists and teachers will never have a clue
and the girls who don't know you will even judge you

... So why make it harder for yourself?
I know you can't forget, but try to forgive.
I know you wonder why it happened to you but try to understand
you're much stronger than this.

Well you must be,
why else would God give you a battle like this?
If you speak up you'll be safe
you'll be the fighter who lives'

So be a little stronger.
Be a little braver.
No one's gonna hurt you
We're all gonna save you.

Be a little vulnerable,
its a gift that none of the popular girls have
because to me you're still innocent,
still wonderful even through the bad,
still beautiful even when you're sad.

..You thought no one would understand if they knew,
But I lived it, so believe me I do.

Jan 2014 RA

A Simple Vignette From A Street In A Small Town In England When The Sun Was Sleeping And A Storm Was Happening

Jan 2014 RA

Reece

A Simple Vignette From A Street In A Small Town In England When The Sun Was Sleeping And A Storm Was Happening

The rain was dully falling
and the cats were hidden
Under high rimmed cars
with the lights turned off

His Mother was out calling
when the lightening struck
And his charred body scars
were stains on the new road

They sat inside and watched
furor in the streets; mourning
With the television on real low
eyes fixed on smoking remains

Street cleaners came and washed
adolescent flesh from the street
Ajar window *******, put on a show
there's a certain perversity to death

Jan 2014 RA

it all kind of hurts

Jan 2014 RA

carmen

it all kind of hurts

It all kind of hurts
Ok not kind of
it really hurts.
And it hurts more often than it doesn’t
But when it doesn’t
Oh, let me tell you about when it doesn’t hurt.
When I can feel the air I breathe
The languid drifting thoughts just before sleep
Those incredible moments when the only tears rolling down my cheeks are happy ones
When it doesn’t hurt, I see myself as limitless. Boundless.
I can be confident.
I feel beautiful, and loved.
The sweet world wraps its arms around me
And I am safe.
But it all kind of hurts
And that hug becomes a chokehold
And I feel ugly and ignored.
I am scared
When it hurts I am limited and trapped
And the tears turn into sobs
Making the thoughts of the night, terrors
And
I
Can’t
Breathe

Jan 2014 RA

When I Saw the Inside of Her Eyelids

Jan 2014 RA

Asch Veal

When I Saw the Inside of Her Eyelids

Would you let
me love you
to the point
it sews to
your skin
and when
you rub your
hands
together
you feel it
and you
begin to
love the
way your
surface
feels and
you come
to love
yourself
as well?

I love you Katie.