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  Jun 2015 Rae La
Today, I miss the sun’s glow.
The clouds crowd my mind instead.
And why I’m so sad, I do not know.

A dark cry rings out from a crow,
but I’m afraid that’s actually my dread.
Today, I miss the sun’s glow.

I think I’m faking today, putting on a show.
My fake laughs will fill your head.
And why I’m so sad, I do not know.

Sweeping rains fall from my face, letting the grass grow.
The raindrops are grey, made of lead.
Today, I miss the sun’s glow.

My mom’s smile is high, but my mood is low.
And I’m afraid because I feel a little bit dead.
Why I’m so sad, I do not know.

I walk too slow,
happiness is far ahead,
today, I miss the sun’s glow,
and why I’m so sad, I do not know.
  Jan 2015 Rae La
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
  Jan 2015 Rae La
An Oklahoma politician
wants to outlaw hoodies
in the hood

It's true, it must be
I read it in Fox News  :)

I'd sooner be in Missouri or Cleveland
or New York City where you don't have to
wear a hoody or raise your hands to get shot

There are other things more pressing
than hoodies in the hood
that don't need ironing

like hoods in suits
and the elephant in the room
that needs shooting.
r ~ 1/6/15
  Jan 2015 Rae La
Sia Jane
abuse trigger*

In my end is my beginning
-T.S. Eliot-

   I distinctly remember the night I decided to get better. I mean once and for all better. On Monday 19th January 2004, at a few minutes past midnight, here, the real story began. I took a deep breath, trusted my instincts, and let myself go. I let myself taste the other side. I let myself fly freely around my environment. I looked in the mirror, removed the mask, and allowed myself to see my own reflection. And I spoke;
“You will do this. And it will start now.”*
   My mask I wore throughout the endless rapes and sodomizing, were what kept me alive, kept me breathing. Each day and week passed, each morning I would rise, fixate the mask, and go on. Until I no longer could go on in that way. The crash ended before it had even begun. Breathe through the pain, no pain no gain, pain is what allows you to know you are alive. This is how I survived the years of torment inflicted on myself. I re-enacted all the pain on myself in order to know I was alive. I took what I hated of him and made it a part of myself. But in 2004 that ended. I chose to walk a different path. I chose to recover.
   Engaging with this topic has given me hope. I know that the future holds something amazing for me. I know that this is what living is. I know this is what freedom tastes like. I love the taste of the rain on my face, the light that shines through the night, and the feeling of well being throughout my whole self.
  In **** and ****** abuse you are left hating your body. You blame yourself, and you hurt yourself as a way of reclaiming the body that another took. Your body becomes disconnected from you, it becomes "another", it becomes a "thing.”

   In Greek Mythology, Persephone is the goddess of spring. According to her story, she was abducted, ***** and taken to the underworld by Hades, the lord of the underworld. When her mother, Demeter, found out what had happened to Persephone, she convinced Zeus to force Hades to release her. Before Persephone could leave, Hades made her eat a pomegranate, which meant that she would have to return to the underworld for one-third of the year. According to the legend, the time Persephone spends in the underworld is the time in which there is winter on the earth. Because Persephone made it out of the underworld, she can be called the first survivor.
As survivors we can take comfort from the knowledge that although winter is hard, there is always spring around the corner.

© Sia Jane (2007)
It has been ELEVEN years.
It is now 2015. I am 8 months sober.
My life was a miracle when I wrote this in 2007.
I was reflecting on the miracle of where I was then.
Now I am where I am today.
Just for today I am happy, free, sober and alive.
One Day at A Time.
  Jan 2015 Rae La
Carl Joseph Roberts
United Nations

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand

You may never use our children
As fighters in your wars
For our children are not soldiers
They are gifts to be adored

Don't think that you can take them
Or use them as your shields
That the killing of our children
Will help to change the way we feel

No one shall ever force a child
To preform like an adult
For that gift is only theirs to give
When true love is in their hearts

Know the world now stands together
For this fight is worth the cause
And our countries have no boarders
When children are involved

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand

Signed by The People of
The United States Of America

Poem by:
Carl Joseph Roberts
|If you like this poem, please add it to a few collections and share it with as many as you wish. Hopefully the world will see and every country agree.
  Jan 2015 Rae La
Megan Grace
i miss your drunken
"i love you"s   please
just    c o m e    back
i'm     starting       t o
forget    what    your
hands feel l i k e  i'm
your hands   feel like
London is farther away than
I can fathom at this point.
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