Afiqah 2h

I've placed your love
delicately,
on a head crown
where it's been warily pieced
with such a fine, military precision
of your veins
I've traced
before the sandman totes you away
do you reckon that
though the moon is actually a dry place
how unbelievably
is it now that even the storms
can't wave off the little beads
on my skull

-a.

Evening princess,
Your feet are covered in sand and wishes
Songs to make the adventure sweet
Evening princess,
Looking at people with flowers in her mouth
Sandcastle symphony of stars

© Matthew Goff

Afiqah 4h

consider me a phantasy
when you were caught
in a reverie
once upon a moon
while our hearts slowly flutter away
to war songs in synchrony
I appreciate your eyes
and I know, eventually
I'll never get to meet them again
nevertheless,
as I learn to look away,
I hope this scent that follows
won't make me stuck and running
from cupid's sign
since I always end up wanting
to feel
a couple of things twice
after you

-a.

Afiqah 1d

they never once spared
a little of what it's like to be
in a shell
of their own beast-like
contumacy self
instead
they kept us in wards and
clipped our wrists
forsaking us
to take on their nasty egoism
where all the other assassins
burst their lungs away
with the last wine that holds
little drops of the
fiery Tunguska comets

-a.

loving him was
jumping into the ocean
head first
without any equipment.
at first the water was warm,
inviting, full of sweet smiles and kisses.
but then the current started to
pull you under,
the water turned cold and unforgiving.
you try to resist,
but all you are is
caught in a whirpool.
hauling you into the deepest shades of blue.

What's that called I don't remember?
The darkness that creeps up
At night,
In slumber.
In the sudden loss of light.
Even though it's dark here,
I still close my lids to sleep
To grant a wish,
To dive in deep.
Where some cry, most weep.
What's that called when
We tuck ourselves in the bed?
Sing to our ears,
Mourn for what's dead.
In the deep corners of our blanket.
What's the broken thing laying with me?
Oh I remember!
It's the wry thing called a dream.

©Babra Shafiqi.
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Afiqah 1d

an angel-like hellion
came by
past two in the morning
right when
I clumsily stirred myself into
fitfulls of ireful, meteoric turmoil

he said,
"be still, my love,
hush those little storms away
and come fall out with me for a bit
we'll swoon over
the majestic-looking stars,
crash into Jupiter's clouds
then tomorrow,
you'll learn to see how to pick
your battles a little more wisely  
leave the shutters yawning,
you'll thank me later"


-a.

See,
if you look for someone
who's willing to settle
I could tell you
she's never the one

as her heart beats
to explore places
she can't pronounce

But,
if she finally chooses
to quit her journey
only for you
it means that you are
a road worth taken

should you consider yourself lucky
Afiqah 2d

initially,
it was a crisp, cutting sporadic cycle
to stumble upon our old friends
seeing how
we don't laugh the same no more
but rather
getting used to the set of
piteous, huggy faces
catapulting such soft apologies
and it's become so generic like
one's crest has fallen
how could all this seems like
a lurking of a heart's entombment
that requires victims of this
sorry predicament
where is the relieve, in any of this?

-a.

RACING DRIVERS RACE CARS
JOCKEYS RIDE HORSES
SAILORS SAIL BOATS AND
NAVIGATORS PLAN COURSES


BUILDERS THEY BUILD HOMES
TV HOSTS HOST SHOWS
TEACHERS TEACH PUPILS
AND GARDNER'S USE HOE'S


ASTRONAUTS GO TO MARS
AND WRESTLERS JUST THROW THEM
BUT POOR OLD LITTLE ME
I JUST COMPOSE POEMS

FUN HAPPY AND GOOD FEEL POEM
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