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 Jul 2018 Zhanara
Styles
Tongue-Tied
 Jul 2018 Zhanara
Styles
Speaking words,
that can never be spoken,
sending a message,
that can never be said,
body language,
perfectly read,
the taste will last forever,
the flavor still fresh in my head.
 Jul 2018 Zhanara
Hisham Alshaikh
You are beautiful
You are tremendously beautiful
You are marvelously beautiful
You are astonishingly beautiful
You are magnificently beautiful
You are breathtakingly beautiful
Inner and outer

You are beautiful
You are the definition of Beauty
Or shall I say, what is Beauty compared to you
What is Beauty compared to you ?
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you
A weak meaning it has when I describe you
A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you
Never existed it wishes when I describe you

You are beautiful
For your beauty I searched
Every language ever lived
And every word ever existed
And the romantic era that occurred
Could not find a way to describe your beauty
Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty

You are beautiful
Vocabulary will be invented
Words never existed
To the dictionaries will be added
In the dictionaries will live
In the lovers tongues will breath
To describe your beauty
The one and the only beauty
The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra
Because your beauty is ultra
A new period will start, The Beauty Era
Your era

--Hisham Alshaikh
You're Beautiful. Version 1.
 Feb 2018 Zhanara
phil roberts
Edges of shadows
In the corners of eyes
Too fast to see
It might be me

Is it true
What you see?
Is it real?
Is it really me?

You do not hear my voice
Or know the colour of my eyes
You would not know me in the street
Or recognise my accent
Should we meet

And yet
You have seen my soul
In the words I write
And even the spaces between them

Those who care to look
Can know my story
My frailties
My vulnerabilities
My reality

This may be my curse
And my gift to you
Whatever it may be
You know that it is true

                                   By Phil Roberts
 Feb 2018 Zhanara
phil roberts
On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Though the risks are higher
Amidst the heavy hitters

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts
 Feb 2018 Zhanara
mjad
Choose
 Feb 2018 Zhanara
mjad
I love the way your hips move when I push up against you
But I like the way he whispers into my ear, "I love you"
I like the way you attack me with hugs
But I adore the way he talks about love
I can't choose between the refrain and the melody
Something so loud and something so sweet
And both are written beautifully just for me
 Feb 2018 Zhanara
Cassandra
The secrets I hide
cling to my insides
clawing their way out
to the bottomless pit

The lies the lies
they sink sink sink
spilling onto the canvass
just outside the door

Running does no good in a dream
the darkness always nipping
at your seams
Fluttering eyes R.E.M
r...e..m
You know that your sleeping
dreaming convulsing
Splattering onto the tiara
I wore as a child

The disappointment that hangs
in the air is all but mild
Swirls of orange around
bubbles of glass
Two yellow lines
DO NOT PASS

Not good enough, not good enough
Not good enough for who??
I’m good enough, I’m good enough
Just never for you.
Nobody listened when I had whispered
They still didn't when I had shouted.
Even when I had opened my mouth and had belted
My voice could have been heard from mountains

But the tears I had cried were in vain.
Even when my tears became rain
And i was engulfed in some deep raw pain
Still no one listened!

I called,I cried,I beseeched!
If they had only listened ,if they had only given an ear unto my complicated situation
Then they would have known that my situation was dire.

I felt that the cops needed notification of my implacable grief!
I cooed ,I wailed,I begged,I demanded
But  still no one listened.

Then the enormous gigantic rat that had resided in my bed,
bit me and I was dead.
I awoke then and realized it was all in my head.
I don’t know what to say anymore when you said those eight words and three letters

Suddenly my heart stopped beating and I said with tears in my eyes. “I hate you too”

and then I whispered
“but it’s the opposite…”
 Jul 2017 Zhanara
Valerie
I forgot what it was like to be happy

until you painted my whole world with colors.
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