arizona 7d
Mom’s boyfriend has hands that wander,
words that chill bones and threats
that make a child go mute.
Nights full of terror;
monsters not under the bed, but in.
Failing school because
the only place to sleep is in class.
Eventually pulled out and questioned
the truth slowly slips out.
Silent dinner interrupted with sirens,
red and blue dance off the trailer;
the baby cries.
Striped from su familia,
she’s sitting on the hard vinyl
of a cop car,
only one bag packed.
Mom’s screaming from the porch,
mentiroso, mentiroso, mentiroso.
A teen I know from a non-profit I used to work with finally told her school about her mom's boyfriend's behavior/abuse toward her (the teen). Mom denies it because she needs the boyfriend as a source of income (mom's status is currently illegal). Mom does not want her daughter back and has refused reunification. The teen is now in a foster setting with a friend of mine as her foster mom, and my how she is thriving now.
I was thousand kilometers away from you,
when a stranger bumped into me
he asked me where I was heading off
he asked me if I'm lost by the dead end

I remember answering that nothing to worry,
as I used to go solo and travel alone
'though he offered me help, I refused
it's the kind of kindness I can never repay

Years passed by until it comes to my senses,
how could I ever grasp his helping hand
while your fingerprints are still all over my skin?
while your voice still resonates down to my toes?

Youth was all we ever had, and
no matter how far I've come to walk away
every time I wander it goes directly to you
—I am running in circle
Braxan Jul 5
I am often not, losing anything by learning since when days play over I’ll be able to avoid patterns of blunders fit to a custom like an assortment of flannels worn like a polo tee
and if not, for my balance these things; like the globe I’ve come to comprehend wouldn’t be so much of that which holds my spine up in place, when in due pace every single movement is monumental in retrospect of living in an anthill society. It isn’t much of a despair though merely as if my desires closed to a displaced or near fractured trust system yet, I’m digging each day for my ears to hear the work, sense the functions of my bones keep like a structure steadily firm, refusal to give up; like that of a beating heart with a rythm late off into the midnight morning,
with these ‘feels’ of this focused payoff.
When I’d wander,
If not for my mind; the importance of treasuring every chip and bits of the sort blend similarly when my hand gets stuck inbetween the seams of the translucent cookie jar.
If not for my brain I wouldn't seem to be able to persevere though the fatigue that is a burning side of wielding a double edged mentality such to captivate a perfected poem..
If not for the things that I have said, maybe then a few things wouldn’t be so the same. If not, my..
Oh my, if not for drowning and the need to breath I’d swim to Netherlands to thank you Struve for saving me that Chicago day. Fore what doesn’t kill you certainally makes you stronger.. I belief you believe as well.
Life Garden
Emily 2d
With every step she took there was a little hesitation,
Since self-doubt and second guessing were at the base of her foundation.
Her eyes didn't wander in fear of who'd she meet,
So her gaze fixed upon the cracks in the concrete.
But would the world ever see her potential on display,
With her voice barely a whisper and her opinions locked away?
7 17 2018

My hearts feeling to truly wander
Moving beyond my simple lifes cage
For i can see the world through shapeless photos
But never feel it with my hands. Breathing in its true emotion

Life is meant to be experienced
Felt and endured
Not just seen
But lived. To feel. To truly know

Holding onto this oceanic library
These memories of our books
Our stories we can share
With those we meet. If theyd lend us an ear to hear us weep

Singing out our love our pain or pleasure
Those times where we flew or fall
Over and over something
One door to another. What comes next. We do not know at all

For we see the past we felt
But it slips away from us
Slowly over time the pages fade
But there are some pages written in blood upon pages of gold

Those pages never fade
Never get old
For we relive them countlessly
Telling stories of our lives

Carrying on our legacy beyond our time
The stories
Books of life
Written. Lived. Loved. Lauded after by many scholars

For what dreams have come
For anyone. Everyone. Who ever was
We can only imagine
And so someday we to must put down the pen. And close our books

So many writers
Have closed their books
But ours. Yours
Is still unfinished
The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד‬, eretz-Nod)
is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis
of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden"
(qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled
by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel;
According to Genesis 4:16:

And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD,
and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.

(וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן‬)

"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean
that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17
relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod,
Cain's wife bore him a son, Enoch,
in whose name he built the first city;

"Nod" (נוד‬) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד‬). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod can mean to live
a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד‬) as follows:

(Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed
shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander,
to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9;
to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11,
נֵד קָצִיר‬ "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד‬ ,"
which some take in this place as the subst.]

Much as Cain's name is connected
to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1,
the name "Nod" closely resembles the word
"nad" (נָ֖ד‬), usually translated as "vagabond",
in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering
of the same verse, God curses Cain
                  to τρέμων, "trembling")

A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν
appearing in the Onomastica Vaticana
possibly derives from the plural נחים‬,
which relates to resting and sleeping;
This derivation, coincidentally or not,
connects with the English pun on "nod";

Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews
(c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness
in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery;
establishing weights and measures;
transforming human culture from innocence
into craftiness and deceit; establishing
property lines; and building a fortified city;

Nod is said to be outside of the presence
or face of God: Origen defined Nod
  as the land of trembling and wrote
  that it symbolized the condition of all
who forsake God; Early commentators
  treated it as the opposite of Eden
  (worse still than the land of exile
for the rest of humanity);  In the English tradition
Nod was sometimes              described as a desert
    inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters;
Others interpreted      Nod as dark or even
underground—away from the face of God—

Augustine described unconverted Jews as
dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined
as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
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