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 Nov 2013 Andrew Durst
Noufita
They tell me,
Home:
is where my grandfather
was born, when home,
is wherever
I feel whole.


They tell me,
I live where I don’t belong.
When who I am,
is the sum
of what I've seen
and heard, and
felt and learned
from those around me,
and those
now long gone.


They tell me,
My  people will not unite,
will not grow aware,
will not make reform,
when hope,
hope for a better world,
is what I’ve been granted,
by the efforts
witnessed here.
Witnessed at home.


They tell me,
she will sink,
cease to exist.
But Jeddah,
you are everlasting,
deep within our souls.
I live in Jeddah, SA, and my family originates from Riyadh (the capital). which is also where all my relatives reside. I wrote this in 9th grade in hopes of making it clear, that to me, Jeddah (and not Riyadh) is home.
 Nov 2013 Andrew Durst
C
What can an individual know of drugs?

While transcending only able to look in on the Id of themselves
and not the out of said mental health.
Sunken and sullen while witnessing the golden kingdom,
an illusion of a fully realized sense of self,
an identity never fully actualized in reality.
And every day is the residual question of who you are
reaffirmed as inconsistent by incessant use.
Every day good habits become an active choice losing its voice,
lost in the uproar of inactivity.

Pursue in the aftermath of tragedy
the multifaceted personality
hiding behind the emotion-less catalyst.
O New found world,
you are so little yet
what will you become?

Will you be great and strong,
or will you be weak and gruesome?

Will you be courageous and bright,
full of young minds ready to learn

Or will you be dastardly and scheming
ready to ****** away everything that you did not earn?

Will you be our friend,
or will you make us an enemy
like we have done
to countless, innumerable innocents?

Is this what you intend?
To confound us with such implements?

Well done
O New found world
I will nevermore
understand a word.
I don't really know what I was thinking, I just had a little idea and let it grow?
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.
 Nov 2013 Andrew Durst
dafne
I replay the moments in my head
Of when I first grazed my eyes
Across such a wonderful being
And how I had to take a second look
Because you were like the mysteries
That I craved for

I remember how your lips curled
Into the 8th wonder of the world
And from then on
You and your pale face
stayed etched into my brain

It was like slow motion
As if time around us slowed down
Like in the cheesy movies
And from then on
I was intoxicated by you

But you had a greater love
for mary jane
I knew you were no good for me
But thoughts of you sprinted across my head
Back and forth through the days
And soon I had accumulated
Millions of lined pages
With poems of you

I was ashamed of liking
Someone in love with mary jane
But you were one of the most
Interesting people I had ever seen
Without words I felt a connection
And your eyes held stories
That I yearned to discover

Wanting you was like
Pulling a string on a beautiful sweater
(My life)
And slowly unraveling it to become just
An entanglement of yarn
the thread had to be cut off
by authority (God)
and so he seperated us

But I still see you
and remember that moment
clear as day
and I still see your wandering eyes
And hear your voice in the halls

I try to stay away
but I slowly drift back.
In my dreams of you
there is no mary jane
you are not intoxicated

but if you are temptation
why are you in my
God given dreams
I know I can't change you
so
get out of my head
get out of my head
**get out of my head
My dear broken heart
Wait a while longer
I’m still picking up the pieces
Mending you will come later.

My dear broken heart
Accept my sincere apology
I broke the promise I made to you
To never hang you again on a maybe.

My dear broken heart
Please don’t shed that precious tear
I know it hurts a lot to stitch these wounds
I know you still need that cruel someone near.

My dear broken heart
Understand that you just had to take that leap
To let yourself go for that one last time
To see if you can fly again or fall in too deep.

My dear broken heart
Why are you so fragile?
There is a lot you have to bear on this road of suffering
And it has not even been a mile.
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