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Ayman Zain Nov 2014
Once upon a time, there was no f'n time!
We think Mr.Time is a creep
He wouldn't get no sleep
Follows us like a shadow
But he was only hired some 14 billion years ago!!
Along with his angry twin Space
Mr.Space wasn't bothered either
No action, No drama and No matter
Until a BANG occurred! And Disrupted his peace
Mr.Space called the police Then made up strict rules
He made up four directions for the ****** atoms to move
While Mr.Time Made it simple and clear
He said "Only one way If you want to pass here!"
Everyone agreed on the terms that the twins made
Except Father Universe Said "Time was no son of mine!!"
He went on to ramble "Time doesn't control me, i have the right to be free!" "I am my own entity!"
Hope you people like it and learn some science from it! :)
Science is fun! :)
  Nov 2014 Ayman Zain
Edgar Allan Poe
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
Ayman Zain Nov 2014
I just want to say how proud i am that i created this special group or collection; discovering so many talented poets that astound me with their dark and creative poetry! I'm in love with this collection more everyday! Please carry on being the creative psychopaths that you are! Perfect!
"It's ok to be pscHOTic!"
  Nov 2014 Ayman Zain
Eleanor Rigby
I come from darkness
And such as a moth
Beating itself
To death
Against a flame,
In your arms, I burn
Just the same.


F.Z.N
  Nov 2014 Ayman Zain
Sjr1000
Of death
aren't you?

Sick of hearing about it
talking about it
seeing it,
family members
strangers
friends
aunts
uncles
parents
next of kin
all I feel is dread when the phone rings.

Pablo may have been weary
of chickens
but
I've had enough
death
to last a lifetime.

Every night on
the daily news
the death report
reminds me
every time you turn around
there's another tragic story
you're going to hear.

I'm sick to death
of death
in the movies
on
t.v.

You know what I mean.

You know what?
I'm sick of this poem
I'm sick of thinking about death.

It's 8:06
I
declare it officially
dead.

The poem, I mean.
Reposted this after taking it
off,  don't want to hurt anyone going through a loss, that's a whole different deal.
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