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 Nov 2023 Zinnia Ali
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 Apr 2019 Zinnia Ali
solfang
my head is numb,
and I'm here to express;
it's looking real glum
I think I'm depressed

I'm taking meds,
wouldn't budge from my bed,
my eyes scream out sad;
this feels really bad.

everyone says,
"it's going to be okay",
but they are not here to stay,
who gave them a say?

I think I'm depressed,
feeling kinda gray,
perhaps I'm feeling stressed,
but it's just like any other day.
big mood.
 Apr 2019 Zinnia Ali
Rumi
I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

— The End —