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 Jun 2019 Aayasha khan
Elena
When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.
 Jun 2019 Aayasha khan
Erian Rose
She found peace
Embraced in his arms.

She told him the universe
So that the moon could hear her smile.

As they intertwined their fingers
Under the moonlight
It felt like the world
Was coveting them forever.

She was stardust
Falling to quickly
For a boy she cherished
Longing in her heart.

He was the sea
Reflecting her love
Unending and full
Yearning from the start.

They never left each other
Through the troubles life threw
For they knew that they
Were worth the billions of lightyears away.

Before they divided
Into separate ways
They watched the sunset bud
Upon the skies haze.

On the final day
The stars kissed the sea
Wishing goodbye.

They would meet up again
Someway.
 Jun 2019 Aayasha khan
Erian Rose
When the lights go out
I lose myself

With every day over
Every night past
Looking in the mirror
I don't see who I am

A long ***** blonde
I'd cut to my ears
Leggings and dresses
Changed to pants
Tees with glitters
I'd change to plaid shirts
I wish I could be
More myself
Then how the world perceives me as

It's always as I see
Staring into the mirror
Where I see myself
In the body of someone else

I lose myself
When the lights go out
 Apr 2019 Aayasha khan
Elena
The values of our relationships
and the commitment to our virtues
inspire and open our eyes.
I hope and pray you get the help you need
To get back to where you need to be
Release the demons, setting them free
I wish you nothing but success
Wishing you all of the best
Restart your life , restart you
Get back on track
Here’s to a better you
 Jan 2019 Aayasha khan
Ally Ann
My professor told me,”write every day”. How do I write every day when my body feels like it’s sinking. Two dark moons are pushing in on my skull, and I think it’s okay. My halo was lost long ago and sometimes I can feel the weight of where it used to be. I am a stranger to writing. It was who I was when I was broken, and then again when I was whole, but I’ve landed in purgatory where I am close to nothing. I have found myself without words in my throat, where rivers of thoughts used to occupy my mind. Now I see barren fields of nothingness, where plentiful poems used to grow. “Write every day” as if putting down words were easy, as if getting out of bed were any easier, as if loving myself enough to keep myself sane was something that seemed like it was possible. It’s not and it doesn’t. Writing means hope and hope means finding a way out, and that means feeling enough to hurt, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Hurting means I might be okay, so instead, I write only when I’m near breaking, just a little, and definitely not every day.
 Dec 2018 Aayasha khan
ryn
Bloom
 Dec 2018 Aayasha khan
ryn
So that my fist
would relent and bloom
like a flower
given rain and sun.

So that one day
it might unfurl
to willingly take what comes.
 Dec 2018 Aayasha khan
ryn
Bulb
 Dec 2018 Aayasha khan
ryn
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\               •think my               /
pen's almost dry•it's get-
ting oh so hard•ideas seem to just
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cards•bottom of the barrel•i seem to be
scraping•trapped in a long, dark tunnel•
coherence eluding...the words that need
inking•i need a simple little trick...•to
soothe this perpetual itch•need my
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fully as soon as I flick on
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