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jad Sep 2013
You are everyone and everything that has ever existed.
You are every *******,
every ******,
every murderer,
every psychopath,
every person you have ever done any wrong too,
and every person full of bitter hate.
.....
But you are also every lover,
every hero,
every leader,
every activist,
every philosopher,
and everyone anyone has ever loved.

You are even me.
And you love yourself,
no matter how many cuts are on your arms.
Because I love you.
jad Sep 2013
The universe worked so ******* hard to get me here...to this school.
Worked its *** off, to the ******* bone.
But now I am here, what the **** are you gonna do about it?
You did everything in your right mind to make this happen right now,
and now what?
What has this achieved?
******* nothing.
No one.
Nothing at all.
Give me something to make feel like this was worth it.
Because I ******* trusted you.
I didn't question you.
I let you do your thing and I never ******* questioned that.
But now.....
*******.
jad Sep 2013
There was chatter reflecting off the water just like the moon. The Milky Way was swimming with us, wrapped in algae and moss. We had no swimsuits, only spontaneity and laughter. We were far away from trivialities where there was no light pollution, you could see so far outward into everything. We were not looking up, we were looking out at what we are part of. Light, so much light. When our thoughts were finally chilled like iced lemonade, we ran through bushes and flailed in the mud to the car. We drove. Once sitting on our bed, a delicious thought bubbled into reality.
              We discussed it, unanimously deciding on this nights adventure...we'd enjoy the first rays of the morning while seating comfortable at Sacajawea Peak.
              Eager legs kicked and finally slept…too soon later, a buzz of a telephone awoke us, then another. I bounced out of the covers and to the kitchen to prepare a hurried breakfast of peanut butter and fruit roll ups for us, nutrition was priority. Then the clock blinked 3 AM.
Whines squeaked from tired mouths, but excitement prevailed. We packed into our seats and struggled to keep our eyes open, but the drive was bumpy and our sore butts kept us from forgetting the purpose of our trip. We were there to make our lives radical, and you can’t sleep in moments like these. 4 AM screamed at me, we had to hurry. I plowed my way up that mountain as the sun painted the tips of the mountains red. We crossed streams, tripped on rocks, marveled at climate change and the disappearance of the snow we had skied on just a week before. As the incline increased to nearly vertical, we met up with the mountain goats. Their tiny hooves danced on the faces of cliffs and I stood on the trail not more than a meter away. They smiled at us, said good morning, and we went on our way, huffing it up the face. As the sun’s light began to engulf the sky, we watched as the snow capped ridgeline shined pink and gold. A mountain shades us but as we reach the peak, the sun splashes our face, I felt godly. The sun has risen, and so have we. This is why we are alive; this is why we are happy. The valley below us still dozes, and we sit on top a mountain wide-awake. There is no item I could ask for that could ever give me this happiness. I do not climb mountains so that the world can see me, but so I can see the world…and it is so beautiful.
jad Sep 2013
I am an extreme.
I am many extremes.
I am so far into the rabbit hole in so many different directions that people cannot keep up.
I am undoubtedly someone
in such a precise, detailed, confident way
while others look blurry.
To be what I am in this point in time in this place is very hard.
I am not confused.
I am so sure of all the things that others don’t even know exist.
So when I show them it,
there is only fear, confusion, and anger.
I can only give them time to learn what there is inside of them.
But to see them grow is so beautiful.
If I all I can do to help is watch, it would be an honor.
Where do I go from somewhere, while everyone is going there from elsewhere?
I have not reached the edge, the top, the limit.
But mine is different from theirs.
I do know that.
jad Sep 2013
two
To be in love with you…I can’t imagine. You and I are separate nebulas; we are our own universes even…yet we are part of the same picture. You are made up of the most mysterious of stars. I cannot travel to you; I’m not evolved enough. Give me one thousand years and I will meet you on your own horizon. I am uncountable suns, yet you are infinity. I want to be the same. I want your infinity to count me. To join me. So that we may be one, and grow. Someday, I will not be standing so small watching as you expand, your light blinding me. One million years from this thoughtless time, you will have become me, and I you.
jad Sep 2013
If you think I am sane,
Just know that I am far from it.
I am swimming in disappointment and lies
I will splash in it and get drunk
I am only nostalgia and déjà vu
Not a real person
They say crazy people don’t know they are crazy
But I am not just one person
Someone told me I was crazy
It was me
So I guess I am
I’m not very okay with it
But I’m fine with it.
I’m the smartest crazy person,
Because no one knows it but me.
jad Aug 2013
I'm a fine head of lettuce
A handsome romaine.
But I haven't a cranium
Made for a brain.
I am simple and shy,
I remain on my own...
I am known in the garden
As the lettuce alone.
a poem i wrote in second grade
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