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 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Jeni
You're away
tonight
but still I linger
waiting
and a whisper
a shooting star carries
'goodnight'
falling
into your eyes
from my fingertips
like the way
I fell
in love *(with you)
I haven't eaten all day,
outside that cats wail like
an ambulance siren.

Then everything goes quiet,
like the body of one who has died.

Inside the kitchen I drink
from the right side,
of the faucet.

I wait for the ladder to disappear,
to the attic
to the ceiling
to the roof of my dream.

I throw my soul into the garbage disposal.

I tie my shoes,
with the ink from today's newspaper.
The girl in the room beneath
Before going to bed
Strums on a mandolin
The three simple tunes she knows.
How inadequate they are to tell how her heart feels!
When she has finished them several times
She thrums the strings aimlessly with her finger-nails
And smiles, and thinks happily of many things.
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Marjani
All I wanted was someone to love me
All I wanted was someone to love.
All I wanted was to love them more than anyone else and supply them with love.
All I wanted
All I wanted was to love you
All I wanted was to show you how much you meant to me

All I wanted...was for you to deal with me...even if it got hard...
All I wanted was someone who would hold my heart

All thats left is stitching....from the heart that you took..and the person you left cold.

All I wanted was for you to love me...
All I wanted was for you to....
All I wanted was to love you.
A thought indecent
claims to know
the you that I miss most
the you I've not yet met
and long for
prematurely

I miss your skin a day too soon
a kiss before its taste
and so I catch myself falling inertly
in thought consumed
veins first
waiting, waiting
waiting for time to bloom the day when untouched skin
and unkissed lips take form and shape of all indecent thought exposed
lived amidst the tender sounds of rustling sheets
in the warmth and taste
of strangers
known
On a day that I felt uncompromised, but yours before the thought existed and missing you was unacceptably premature.
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Bailey
I've met boys like you.
Sweet, so sweet.
I've met three, to be exact.
It took a year for the third
Three months for the second
Just a day for the first
To hurt me.
All three in different ways.
All three haunting me.
Part of me wonders how long it will take for you
To hurt me.
A bigger part of me doesn't want to find out.
and yet, this makes me a bad person
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