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 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
a love.
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
may I find a soul
as sweet as honey
whom I can call
the embodiment of poetry
where their kiss
taste like midnight drives
in the warmest of nights
where their touch
feels like eternal hugs
like fire and wood in love
someone who understands
how simply complex I am
as some days, I am night
and some nights, I am day
may I find a love
gentle and rough
where I'll never have to question
if I am enough
I hope I'll find it.
I take my imaginary pen
I write down my anger
I close my eyes and count to ten
just to breathe a little longer

It's laughable really
when I see you justifying
Sure, you're all touchy-feely
only goodwill, so hard-trying

When you said that to me
where was your heart at?
Why calling me your better-half-to-be
when all you wanted was a shoulder pat?

Oh you, with your wonderful poetry,
oh, lies so beautifully written down
please just stop, you don't know no poverty
in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown

I never thought you would make me think
the worst of you instead
And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink
when you didn't care to lose your head

Now you haunt me like the headless horseman
and you will forever
but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan
I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever

And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours
Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe
It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores
Your love for me was never poetry
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
Sameer khan
Repentance from my heart to my heart
From heart to my heart repentance
Oh heart I will not fall in love again
My eyes are full of Tears in your separation
I praise your name as necklace of my breath
I forget the world and I only and only miss you
You won and I defeated
I defeated and you won
You won but never anyone defeated like I defeated
Repentance from my heart to my heart
From heart to my heart repentance
Oh heart I will not fall in love again
My heart got connected with your heart
My eyes read your eyes and remember you like chants  
I love you, you tell me, did I had done a crime and if I had done a crime so you tell me what is the punishment of my crime....
If only she knew how much I cared
Perhaps then she wouldn't act so scared
'I love you baby' I say time after time
Her twisted heart brought me to this crime

The love of my life begins to shout
"Leave me the hell alone, just get out!"
She's too loud, neighbors begin to worry
They recognize me, they start to scurry

"Put the knife down, quit messing around ***."
Peeking through the window are police from town
Our safe haven became a fish bowl
SWAT burst in to finish off my toil

One two three quick shots to the chest
Bleeding profusely from my breast
But before my premature final present
A smile from her, brings utter resentment
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
i am learning to love myself
like he never could
and darling
i can feel flowers
growing from my scars
reaching for the sunshine
of my new found smile

Let's fall off
the edge of the page,
sail beyond the visible line,
leap from the end of the ledge,
sink into the ocean,
then sink deeper beyond.

Let's slip away
from the rim of the cup,
slide along the edges of ice,
tumble into blades,
roll with the flowers,
soar beyond the reach of the sky.

Let's find parts of ourselves,
nobody sees, hears or thinks,
burrow deeper into a new skin,
move away from what has been,
crawl into a place, so far away,
the past will never come around.
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
It became a long
and drawn out mess.
You push me back, I'd pull you in
just to counteract the loneliness.

I don't really want you,
I'll confess.
I just want things that I'm not meant to;
the feel of forbidden sweetness.

I will wear a little less,
each time you say no more;
just as you feel like you forget,
you'll smell the smoke beneath your door.
Sorry if this offends anyone?
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
Eli Sharma
Every day when I see you,
My heart does a little dance,
But it also cries out in pain,
We will never be more than friends.
I fell in love with my best friend, not an uncommon thing. She does not feel the same way as I do.
 Jul 2018 Rowan Ayman
when the blush of the earth sings lullabies
to the tired city

and the amber laughter of little girls
can be felt on the mouth of the wind

she likes to go to the river path


the sun's golden milk dribbles
down her freckled shoulders

and the stars are so violently alive
they seem to

waltz across the watery sky
how to forget
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