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 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
BarelyABard
I write this for you.

For every single one of you.

For everything that has a heart

For everything that has the ability to see.

For anything that can feel the wind.

For anything that can notice life.

For everything that feels the suns warmth,

and the winter cold.

You are more and less than you first have believed.

Know this to be true and keep it close to you.

You are not a king and you are not a beggar.

You are everything and every living thing you see is

the same as you.

Treat them as such.
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
BarelyABard
Nothing is true.

Everything is permitted.


-Assassins Creed
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
BarelyABard
I close my eyes and you're here.
I open them and you're still there.

...somewhere...

...just not here...
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Hilda
Cats are angels sweet,
Sent by God to teach us love,
Angels in disguise.

*~Hilda~
© Hilda November 9, 2012
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Anon C
Appearing sane, I lost my mind
at some point...
not due to love
not due to hate
but the pain I have seen
and the beauty I have only dreamed
that I will never touch
so if you care to ask...
the answer is no
driven quite mad
by this insane world
literally trapped within my dreams
I appear to be quite serene
reality stings too harshly
driven mad by sights and sounds
beautiful trees and dreams of dancing with them
lovely music that plays on end
teaching me of harmonious things that hide from me
my passion for love was stolen away
this may have tilted the scales some
for it now I have a vast aversion
trapped within this serenade
not writing a mere poem
this is a confession
that I am in fact mad, I swear
unable to be what is expected
thankfully, I am a **** good actor
or I may see white walls forever
but that is alright
I am still mad, trapped within a dream
so white wall me away friend, white wall me away...
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Anon C
Wishing to be a God for once
creating existence then turning away
oh, you tore down your walls, what a pleasant surprise
let me take a peek at what you house within
ah, I can devour you now
I crave power
meek I may be, a monster has been born
born from the ashes of loneliness and deceit
let me be vindictive
watch me make you squirm
I am feeling quite morbid today
six thousand feet high, I bear down with a magnifying glass
destroying everything that you have ever hoped for and built
I wish to be malicious
let me become a freaking God
and tear you to pieces
If I had,
the words you possess,
I would take them,
and clean up this mess.

But I have no control.
I was a toy and now I'm sold.

Orchestrate,
seal my fate,
claim you hate,
what you can't see,
you can see me.

Slicing our love,
slicing an atom,
you drop the bomb,
under a setting sun.

A fire burns inside me now.
And no one can put it out.

You feel,
what I feel.
Tell me,
is this real?

Slicing our love,
slicing an atom,
you drop the bomb,
under a setting sun.

You smiled,
as you walked away.
I loved you,
in every single way.

You slyly slipped me the poison,
before I could run.
Next time, do me a favor,
make it quick, use a gun.

You smiled,
as you walked away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Kathryn
Hollow
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Kathryn
I don’t doubt your intentions
But have you ever seen anything through?
All these words of a hard knock life sound so hollow
If nothing changes i’ll stop listening to you
 Dec 2012 Rabab Khan
Anne Sexton
It is a summer evening.
The yellow moths sag
against the locked screens
and the faded curtains
**** over the window sills
and from another building
a goat calls in his dreams.
This is the TV parlor
in the best ward at Bedlam.
The night nurse is passing
out the evening pills.
She walks on two erasers,
padding by us one by one.
MY sleeping pill is white.
It is a splendid pearl;
it floats me out of myself,
my stung skin as alien
as a loose bolt of cloth.
I will ignore the bed.
I am linen on a shelf.
Let the others moan in secret;
let each lost butterfly
go home. Old woolen head,
take me like a yellow moth
while the goat calls hush-
a-bye.

— The End —