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Raina Grace Aug 2014
I pull the clouds across my shoulders
As I turn from my head
You shouldn't take them,
The nightmares in my bed.
I look around at the things
That are there to be
but all I really see
Is the space in between ,
I wonder when they got there,
The sparks and the static.
When did I notice them?
Or is there's a difference?
Save and cancel
Cancel and save
Maybe one time it will be different
But it's always the same
And at any given point of a circle
The end and the beginning
Keep doing what they do
We're trapped in our freedom
The old and the new
I was taking a nap
Raina Grace Aug 2014
On a swing sat a girl.
She sat, and she sang.
Cars drove about,
A telephone rang.
The usual noises
Went through the town
As the girl kept swinging
Upwards and down.
Then the swingset was empty
And nothing was heard
But the creak of the swing
And the caw of a bird.
She disappeared. But don't worry, she's safe.
Raina Grace Aug 2014
Raw
In the midst of my mind
Hopelessly trying to organize
The information that flooded in
From five different directions
I could speak just one word
Through my body
And out of my mouth:
Raw͵
I said.
And so I was.
And so it was then that I could accept my own existence of that moment
Because of the perfect word...
Raw.
The surface on my skin,
Scars and grime,
A protective opacity,
Had been scrubbed off
Leaving me raw,
But all of me.
Clean,
Sore,
Fragile, and gentle.
Ready to grow and heal.
A full, deep breath,
The air and I inhaled eachother.
  Aug 2014 Raina Grace
Jaia Wilbour
We’re told we’re made of stardust,
and maybe it’s true,
but I’ve looked under my skin
and seen nothing there
that’s inexplicable.

We are, undeniably,
human.

And yet we have an insatiable desire
to be so much
more.
More than blood, and bone,
and the imprints of our mothers and
fathers,
but in wanting this we become
something more.

We are like art
the way our hearts pump blood through our veins
without anyone showing them how.
The way we turn our thoughts into songs, poems,
creating a smile, or bringing forth tears,
just by the words that
dance off our tongues.
The way we love, uncontrollably and
unconditionally
and it’s intricate and simple
all at the same time
and we don’t need to be
made of stardust
for
we are, undeniably, remarkably,
human.
Raina Grace Jul 2014
Can we be uprooted together
Tied to the sky
To drift with the clouds?

What if

     we        broke              r e a l i t y  

(Or rather, theirs)?
We could see the way the monotonous,
Predictable schedules deteriorate.
Free from distance
Free from time
We'll live life the way we truly mean
With our whole souls
Feeling like I need to find my Further
Raina Grace Jul 2014
In the depths of tent city
In the tall skinny pines
An electric blue mist
Turns the shadows to lines

The music's distorted
The spirits are bright
And colors are gathering
Contrasting with night

In one of the tents
A blanket-heap lies
Where eyes wide awake
Will miss the sunrise

We're all safe and comfy
Away from the dew
As soft golden sunshine
Comes filtering through

There's magic in the hair
Of a wizard asleep
Where purple is natural
And sunlight is deep

I unzip the doorway
And open it wide
Inhale the fresh air
And go barefoot outside

The people on hammoks
That swing to and fro
Are unlike the clouds
That have places to go

As I watch them sail
Like great wooden ships
My heart leaps up
And flies through my lips

My breath's being stolen
In a most welcome way
As I stand in the mud
And remember that day
Cosmic Railroad.... *mind explodes*
Raina Grace Jul 2014
Spilled coffee freckles a handwritten note,
Eyelashes filter the sun
Making rainbows for your eyes
As all our heartbeats run.

The way the pines look alive reassures you.
So old, so tall, and so wise.
You feel calm within their cradles
That sway you like the tide.

If only you'd listen closely
As the gentle branches creak
And move through the wind so easy.
Quiet words, through silence, leak.

The willow withies bend as well.
They're trying to get through,
Saying "HEY, we're all connected!"
So am I, and so are you.

You may just feel a firey light
That makes you feel complete.
You'll shine it out, wherever you go
To everyone you meet.

And one day you will meet someone,
And at first you will not see,
The same familiar firey feeling
That once came from a tree.
:)
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