Raw Poetry

Copyright © 2014 by Zahraa Ibrahem.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2014904892

ISBN:      Hardcover         978-1-4931-8414-9

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Contents

About RAW Poetry

Masterpiece

Lost then Found

Laces

Day Dreamer

Hostage

Blind Justice

Here I was

Black Jack

Turn the Page

Perception

Paradise

The Crumbs Effect

I am my Metamorphosis

My definition of Success

Treasure Chest

Purpose

Cocktail

Be Bold

Speak

Unconditional

Impossible, yes, I-am possible

Hero

Roots

Ode to Roses

The Animal

Naked

Circus

Coldest Streets

Ménage a trios

Masquerade Ball

Chasing Zebras

Blank

Double Sided Coin

Ferris Wheel

Made of Stone

Want to take a bath?

My Murder, Love

Always Running

Message in Bottle

He Asked Me

One

My Pharaoh

The Gift of Loneliness

Untitled

Unbreakable Trophy

M’ amour Paris

Mirrors

Ivory Heart

Rain

Black Swan

Monster

Ripple Effect

Asylum

Envy

Departed

Airplanes

Chemical Reaction

Gatsby’s Hour Glass

Serendipity

My Oxygen

My first

Coward

Privileged

F**k Logic

No Regrets

Euphoric addiction

Out of All Men

We All Make Mistakes

Walking Alone

Father’s Hand

Losing Feeling

Reap What You Sow

Inevitable truth

Moments

Lost Days

Jealously

I Forgive You

What

My Advice

Confusion

I Met a Princess

My Dream Book

About the Author

About the Photographer

Terms and Conditions

Photograph Copyrights

Disclaimer for Adult Content in Raw Poetry

Per the content of the book Raw Poetry it is strongly advised to those individuals over 18 years of age, emancipated minors, or those who possess legal parental or guardian consent, and are fully able and competent to enter into the terms, conditions, obligations, affirmations, representations and warranties herein. The content in this book is highly recommended for legal adults 18 years and older.

About RAW Poetry

RAW Poetry is not your typical poetry book, it was created from nothing but my own true uncensored emotions. I want everyone to know they are not alone, in their pain, success, memories, and loss. With aims to create a piece of art so unique, that it allows the reader to reach back and interact. I want your feedback, I want you to know that I am listening, you have a voice, and you have the option to share your thoughts with me. The book is designed very carefully to portray the fact that even though we live in a very advanced era, we are still human, we still feel, and we have the desire to stop everything for a moment; to get the raw emotions, with no censoring and no editing… just us. I hope that you too, will gain the strength to let out the unspoken words, emotions and thoughts society has taught us to suppress to the point that we fear to express them.

After each poem there is a page dedicated to allow you to respond however you wish, on the back of the page is the self addressed label. Simply tear out the page, fold along the lines, place a stamp and mail it to RAW poetry. Or you can email me your thoughts via the email address below, whichever is more convenient for you.

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Dedicated To

My Family, I would not be who I am today if it wasn’t for you. I love you more than you could ever know… .

&

To my Friends, everyone I love and whoever has left their imprint in my heart… . you know who you are

Masterpiece

Like the cartooning of one’s fantasy she was a splatter on the ink of my soul, dabbing at it with the brush of my imagination,

slowly curving through each minute detail almost a copy of

what was once a fantasy but now, a reality of perfection

The fine brush slowly polishes away, gradually finding the fortes in her features, crisp & clean it sweeps away all her

imperfections making her a sight of divinity

Like a photographic memory, the tools of my conscious

gradually embellish a reincarnation of the angel of sanctity, acceptance was everything for we all know perfection is merely the compromise of one’s deficiencies, artistry has its

sacrifices for it’s the balance of one’s imagination

and what the world wants it to be

Shaping her with little thoughtful progression I created what I wanted her to be, not thinking of what the world

would perceive of her or me, She was a blissful creation

a painting of my own soulful conception an

expulsion of personal desires, Not an illusion

but rather a creation of my own ideologies

of perfection

I faltered though in one section, I never thought of what she wanted to be, I never stopped to think about what the world

will perceive her to be, I never thought to think about

what she would think of me, Just because it was my

perfection didn’t mean that I meant the same to her

So she left, a creation of my perfection, and acceptance

left because she saw me as nothing more then an artist of imperfection

Anonymous

The amazing thing about truth is no matter how much you try to conceal it or hide it, our bodies absorb every part of our actions and it will be displayed on our ascetic appearance however it deems worthy

Your thoughts about Masterpiece—

"Time comes and goes, moments are inevitable pauses based on your momentum of life,

some have many, some have few, the important

part is to see whose lending you a hand during these moments,

and who’s not"

Lost then Found

Intimate nights of silence is what I yearned for

Knowing that my thoughts and I had the utmost privacy

To romance, reminiscence, and bid farewell

To pieces of me

Not knowing which part was

My heart, mind, or soul

Just knowing it was piece of me

As the leaves change time and time again

We begin to misplace pieces of ourselves

In towns no one has heard of

Across the world

From Rome to New York

And everywhere in between

The only faint memory is the pattern of city lights

That lure the deepest thoughts in your mind

that you laid to rest

Never wanting to be heard from again

But they cannot help but come out to play

And remind you

They have not forgotten

It’s never about rebuilding, reshaping or creating

it’s about finding the piece of you that was lost

and being able to grab that piece in

your hands and remove the layers

of distractions and excuses that cover it

and find yourself

Knowing what you want, is a thought

Knowing how to achieve it, is desire

Looking back at the end of the finish line,

is passion

The reason behind a sequential chain of events is never understood at that moment

But is appreciated from a distance

Knowing your worth as a human being

Man, woman, or child

Is a love no one can take away from you

But yourself

It’s not about saying, yes or no

It’s about saying I deserve, I am worthy

Of everything beautiful in my heart

Mind and soul

We create our own paradise and guard the doors

We choose who we allow in, who is denied and most

importantly

Acknowledge those who over

Stayed their welcome

In every chapter of your life, whether it’s closing an old one

Or opening a new one, you have to take time

To fall in love with yourself over and over again

To connect the pieces and

Realize how resilient you are

Lead with your mind, love with your heart,

dance with your body

And make love with your soul

You only live, once, why should you deny your own worth

For one second that will never come back

Your thoughts about Lost then Found—

Laces

My laces are scattered into a million small pieces

and are bursting like bombs of love in my fabric and fake leather heart

How can day exist without night,

How can the sunrise without the moon?

How can I live without my sole mate?

I sit crying tears of love masked with plastic

My colorful bow has no intention to shine as it always does

The shoe is not worth very much in cash value, the only cost is to my heart, a cost of love,

I will give everything I own to the person that will pull this sword out of my heart

Dancing Ballerina Anonymous

Strength is not inherited, it is attained only to those it chooses. Strength is the gauze covering up scars, leaving room for a blank canvas to be painted however we choose

Your thoughts about Laces—

Day Dreamer

I don’t know how many times they told me

To focus & pay attention

As my mind was anywhere but

Where it was suppose to be

People say to focus on what’s in front of you

But in my case my dreams where always

The ones right in front of me

As I would stare off and twirl my deep chocolate hair

Around each finger

From the very bottom to the top of my French nails

Making sure they each got a turn

If I never dreamt of him and everything he could be

Then I would have never tasted a moment

Of what the essence of love was

I would have never falling in love with him, if I couldn’t have dreamt of

The man he could become, instead of the

Boy he chose to be

Being a dreamer and having a vision are synchronized

Reflections of one another in the

Most narcissistic and seductive way

Each satisfying each other’s need for validity and

Perfection

If I never believed in my dreams

Along with the concept of time

Knowing that the dream was temporary

And my fire and passion could ignite it to something real

I wouldn’t be sitting here today against all odds

I remember how I was mocked, teased, and laughed at

For simply believing in something I temporarily could

Not physically touch

Inspiration is being able to selectively choose from the pile of the most broken shattered pieces of your life

and using it to create a mural, a sculpture

A masterpiece of which you continue to