Hashim ZK: Favorites

Oct 2015 Hashim ZK

The Flipped Word

They loom in the dark with bated breadths
Burdened souls and weighted steps
As the innocence in the world slumbers away
That's when they rise, come out to play

It is supposedly a kingdom of dark
Waiting to be pierced, waiting for a spark
Shedding light like jealousy sheds love
To lurk drearily in their raw alcove

They don their darkness, adorn it with their scars
Like the many universes dotted with burning stars
And so they fight the demons of life
In slumber and wake, their war for light

They carry their shackles within themselves
Forgotten like those books on dusty shelves
Ruling and ruled upon, a twisted fight
Waiting to ambush. These Creatures of the Night

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Ice and fire

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Tommy Jackson

Ice and fire

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This is a Robert Frost poem I forgot to have put this down

#robert #frost

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Asleep

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Tommy Jackson

Asleep

Steps steep of swindler's confession
A monstrous sleep that Pike's definition
Chard broil eggs on a winter of sleep

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Noir

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Ambient Destruction

Noir

Rain that falls as dust
Rain that feels like ashes
Wasted on skin that might as well be dead
Not feeling it
Not the life of the party
My life a crime scene
That nobody bothered to report
Knuckles glossy red
Unplugged like spilled lemonade
Face-planted on papier-mâché curbs
And I didn't even get to keep the balloons
No more wicked games
This was my ship
To wreck
Just raise it from the bottomless pit
They say
Live like an adult
But I'd rather
Die like a child

Rain isn't stopping today.
And I'd like to jump in the puddles, but I'm not supposed to do that.
I'm an "Adult".

Childhood series #8

#life #childhood #adulthood #rules

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

The Swan

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

niamh

The Swan

A beautiful swan
Of the finest crystal
Sat upon a shelf,
Wings poised
To take flight,
Refracting weak sunlight
To create a halo of beauty.
For years she sat gathering dust
Until one day she fell
In a graceful arc,
Smashing on tiles
With the sweetest sound.
Of freedom.
At last.

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

My Father's Blood

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Ethan Solouki

My Father's Blood

The blood that runs through me
Running deep,
Through every artery

When he speaks, I hear me
The silent scream of humility,
The whisper of sensitivity.
Passion, curiosity,
Refusing complexity;
I know he wonders great mysteries:
What is this, what are we?

He is the tree
I am the fruit...
His father the roots.

I am his blood, he is me

We are one,
Traveling different possibilities
Roles reversing
Floating the same sea.

He is my maker,
I must be his keeper

My fathers blood runs free.

#love #son #father #beauty #dad #blood #family #generation

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

POETRY

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Kimberly Heart

POETRY

Poetry is not :
Just words that rhyme,
Words for attention
Or words of depression.

Poetry is not :
Only for the dark and deep hearted.
For ones with high vocabularies
Or talent and skill.

But rather for the unspoken.
Who are afraid to be judged
by words of the spoken.

Poetry :
Is a place where words are free

I was also one to judge poetry
But it changed my life ...

#poetry #newatthis

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Always at the Aisle

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Pallavi

Always at the Aisle

Look at me as if I am dying the next second
Laugh with me as if it's the last joke
Comfort me as if I am being killed
Dance with me as if I won't have limbs ever
Love me as if I am always at the aisle

Can you remember me even if I am alive?

#love #feelings #passion #death #thoughts #finalcall #lastmoment

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Sea rose

Jul 2015 Hashim ZK

Josh

Sea rose

Like dropping a pink *** of soil
or jumping through a wave.
Breaking.
But unlike the sea rose,
which died on top of the fridge,
I have salty tears I don't know what to do with.
It can only come back as a name,
not a thing,
in the memory of your breaking smile
and not of the shoreline.