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 Sep 2013 Raqawi R
Holly Jones
I rest my head upon my bed
To feel safe and comforted
The images of you,
Obstructed by veins and skin
To have those blankets;
Wrapped around me,
Makes me feel untouchable
Being myself with no one else around
I feel whole again
I did until you wrecked it for me
That act alone was,
Horrid
That was unacceptable

You are cruel and horrible
In every single sense of the phrase
Your words left wounds far worse a mark
Then a thousand daggers could ever do
It seemed like centuries past
And I was still bleeding
From the wounds you had inflicted
I bled all your words that you had left lodged
Even in the darkest parts of my brain
All over my wooden floor
You woke me up from my deep slumber
And for that you are not forgiven
Closed eyes are my only salvation from you

My bed,
With its sheets and comfort
Has now replaced you
They flutter shut and I no longer need to see
The darkness you left behind
Veins, capillaries, arteries and more
Protect my eyes
Protect them
From the image you engraved inside my head
What you left deep inside my mind

My heart has been wrenched from my being
And yet I’m still expected to breathe
Breathing,
Was a lot simpler before you arrived
A simple rise and fall of the chest
Has now become nothing
My chest no longer has
Space for you and your remains

My once yellow walls are now stained blue
Blood now covers my wooden floor
You never should have came through my little front door
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
echo
what is the sun?
who is he but
a raging pool
of fire - swirling
endless triangles
of light

what is a flower?
who is she but
an undersized tree
a lost ballerina
twirling petals
like exotic candles
dancing with the light

who am i?
who am i but a breath
encapsulated by sensory
vessels, capillaries pulsing
vitality - red clay
or sculpted beauty

who are you?
who are you but
a faded echo in
a shrouded sea
of voices i will never
meet - and yet i would
send you to read...

my words.

but what are words?

and who are we?
This poem co-written thoughtfully with my gracious, strong, handsome brothers who continue to astound the world's literature with their greatness and professional humility.
(and yes they told me to write that too :)
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
Ingrid Ohls
It was your eyes,
That night my world got so much colder.
The sadness and the defeat.
The knowledge,that it was almost the end.
The silence, oh so quiet .
But your eyes screamed with love.
And with fear.
I would have waited, but you knew when you saw my face.
You couldn’t make me treat the burns.
You knew, you couldn’t say good bye.
You knew,
That this would be the last time your baby girl,
Would have to care for you.
I wish right now I could walk into my home again.
Like always, I could say “hey dad”
And hear a low voice say hey back to me.
Hear the chuckle, as you tease my kids.
Just like you used to do to me, you sure knew the buttons to push.
Sitting beside your bed, you lying silently.
I begged to any power that may be,
Please don’t let him be trapped in his head right screaming and hating himself.
Please don’t be angry at yourself dad.
Please,   please give yourself what you deserve.
I am so proud of who you were dad.
I am so proud to be your daughter.
I remember you patting my head when you thought I was asleep.
We were partners in crime.
I can hear that strong voice say I love you partner.
To be a kid again, and hear you say that  as I drifted off to sleep.
Oh, just for a second even.
But I grew up on you dad,
And as you watched me become bigger,
I watched your body  attack itself.
I watched your body take away everything you loved to do.
I saw you hate yourself for what you had no control over.
But you my dad, are the strongest, bravest person I have ever met.
You gave me my career.
No one else thought I’d be good at it but you.
And look at me now.
I care for people, and make their days better,
And I see you in every  single aspect of my day.
With every difficult person I see you,
The smartest man, knowledge on every subject.
The outdoorsman, the hunter, the never still hiker.
The brave paramedic that pulled boys out of frozen water.
The one I came to for every piece of advice I ever needed.
Not everyone could see what I did.  
That breaks me apart dad.
That makes me feel so bad for them, they missed out on an amazing human being.
It was never all roses though dad,
The anger inside you at what you knew you were becoming.
It was hard to watch.
Even harder to think about now.
The eyes of my father.
Had I known that it was the last time I would have seen them open,
I would have said much more.
There would never be enough time,
But I would have said I love you as many times as I could.
You were so strong for mom and I.
You tried to make sure we were okay, unaware that this was it.
But I saw it in your eyes dad.
I saw the love, I saw the regrets, I saw the good bye.
I just wish I had realized what I was seeing when it happened.
But I know dad.
I know who you were, I know what you meant.
I know how much you loved me.
I know how hard you fought.
Your eyes, a  picture I beg to leave my mind.
But grip as if it is my lifeline.
I felt your hand rub my forehead, as  I lay beside your hospital bed.
I was humming,   the words I’m gonna love you forever and ever.
Forever and ever amen.
Never rang more true.
An old country song,
The words of my heart.
Your eyes in an instant made my worlds view change.
Your eyes are with me in every thought.
Yes, I use violent imagery
Correction: I love using violent imagery
Does that annoy you?
Somehow set you off?

Is it because you wish
That I was a bit more 'normal'
A bit less pronounced, obvious
About who I am?

Are you annoyed because
You wish I'd feel embarrased
Of this part of myself?

Does it **** you off
To see me proudly display
My inner self-
all of it-
Without any of your foolish
Censoring?

Is it perhaps because
I am attempting to accept myself
Whatever I might be, its entirety?

Does it anger you
Because you
You bowed your head
And conformed when
Someone else came
And censored you?

But I
I refuse to do the same
For this is me
And I am not going to
Pick apart and,
Cut out
The bits of me you don't like
The shards
That form the complete picture

I refuse to allow
You to touch them
For this is ME
ME
Not you
Not your domain

**NOT under your control
This basically explains why I've been away
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
Madisen Kuhn
Time isn't wasted at the end of the day
When you're in bed thinking about all the things
You could've done,
You could've said,
All the empty boxes left on your to do list

Time is wasted
When you're standing on a rock at the edge of a waterhole
And decide to not jump
When you're sitting in your car trying to justify reasons
For not going in
When you anxiously hit backspace
Instead of expressing how you truly feel
When you ignore your heart that's screaming
"You deserve better."

It's lost in I could have and I should have,
In missed opportunities,
In letting fears override judgement

Time is not necessarily wasted
In passing minutes, months, years
We waste time by
Counting seconds,
And by letting seconds pass
When we could've made
Those seconds count
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
AJ
Madness
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
AJ
Angst
That’s all that I’ve become
Someone who worries about the future of life
Plagued by fear and guided by misanthropes
That only care about the name and the value.

Without much choice I am led to believe
That my only purpose is to work and to stand
Atop a legacy that collapses on itself
Falling to the ground like a gauntlet of dripping black.

I’ve become branded by an iron rod
Entrenched deep inside the reaches of my mind
That stings like a gunshot but mends like a stitch
I’m guided by what everyone else wants.

Sometimes I just sit in my room and ponder tomorrow
What my life could be if I broke free of this madness
As if I’ve been reduced to some kind of foreign philosophy
That is commanded by shouting and not by words.

Angst
Is what I’ll continue to be
If money and power can’t restrain me
Falling off the deep end of a far off land
Hanging from a rope that cracks as I fall
I gamble with my life every second, every minute
What will I become?

The lacerations are too deep to be mended
They bleed profusely like tiny waterfalls dyed in scarlet
As each droplet falls is more pain for me
Yet I can’t hold it back because it is what I’ve done.

My body gives in to the haughty blackness
That drinks my joys like a cannibal does blood
My lifeless body is a puppet for everyone
Yet they are unhappy with the result.

Angst
What will I ever be?
Rich, maybe, but is worthiness defined
By the amount of trees one carries around in a wallet?
Apparently so; worthy people plague the streets.

It is hard to continue living
When all around me, people have said
That vocation is my purpose
I used to think it was not so, yet now
It’s all that I have come to know.

Work, work, work is all on our minds
We must make money to free our intentions
Yet important things are stomped on
Like gathering fires on fallen clothes
They are discouraged because they are dangerous.

Angst
Will I die with this thought?
My sole question, one that people fear is death.
But is it to fear? What’s the use in fearing something
That brings us all back to our beginnings?

The sun
So bright in the sky
So vivid in sight
Keeps me wishing, hoping, that one day
This madness will all just
END.
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
Taylor Martin
Homesick or just sick
Unsettled by the clock's tick
Thinking of posters on my wall, of furry paws in my face
Longing for familiar footsteps in the hall, for discussions of grace
I want fangs and feuds and cutthroat nights
Not to look over my shoulder between homebound lights
Homebound, not for months and seasons
I want to call but I have no reason
Even my imagination left some things behind
They lived at home though I thought they lived in my mind
Now I feel truly alone
But who wants to hear untroubled youth moan?
Not sick for home but sick for my friends
An empty ache I don't think time can mend
And I won't feel better locked in this new room
Knowing I'll be gone when hometown flowers bloom
December, holidays, so far from home
For a frightened foolish freshman who wanted to roam
Afraid to move forward and out
Terrified whispers and tears masked by shouts
Same album plays again and again
Hoping some peace will find its way in
Maybe
If I just take the clock off the wall
Time would stop, or go back, and we'd forget it all
Tie our highway hopes tight with small road ropes
And collegiate walks back to high school talks
Could I dream
Awake
Alone
With you
I know it's true
But I can't imagine that you're lonely too
Basically today is my second day of college and I'm nine hours from home and I feel ****** and I'm a little freaked out and lonely.
You know how my bio says "write more, filter less"? I mean it. This poem is incredibly unpolished and probably sucky but I'm posting it anyway.
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
Noname
In the begining I was blind
But now I see too clearly
The nonsense is over
And now I am growing
Fairwell to what was
Hello to fresh start
I'm building myself up
And letting the old fall apart
I quite frankly could care less
Of what they have got to say now
Because now I'm getting mines
And jealousy can ****
Not me but you
So step it up ladies and you'll be fresh too
 Aug 2013 Raqawi R
Gwen Johnson
I never let a friend
Help me stand
When I fall
I let myself fall again
You can't see me
Broken and bent
I'm not the one
You want to fix

Just let me cry
You shouldn't care
You never noticed
When I was there
Still you called me stupid
When I wouldn't work
Painfully playing my emotions
Because you're supposed to be my friend

I guess I'm awful
Because I can't talk in front of class
I'm not as stupid as you think
I had the answer in my head
I could have choked it out
Could have dealt with the panic
I'm sorry I didn't want the pain
So I couldn't earn our group stupid points
I mean I know they were more important
Than my mental heath

I never come to you with my problems
But whatever, come to me with yours
I'm sorry I'm not helpful
But your problems
Should obviously come before mine
It doesn't matter the tears are blurring my vision
Of course it's my fault
I can't be a better friend

I shut you out
You were only trying to help
But you can't
I'm not solvable
So stop acting like I am
You don't know what's wrong
I'm sorry. I had somethings that were still bothering me and I had to let them out.
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