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Yes
If you are sensitive
And willing
I will

You need to count
The stars
After sunset
Everyday

Think about it
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Is this really what you wanna do?
last night I found
myself in a different place
everything had changed
I didn’t know the difference

the night was gloom
with sprinkles of light
all I saw was emptiness
all I saw was me

“Just a dream,”
they say
“Just a dream.”

How do you know
If it wasn’t reality?
 Mar 2019 zainab farooq
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're queer" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 Mar 2019 zainab farooq
Kaity
Almost
 Mar 2019 zainab farooq
Kaity
You’re almost there
You’re almost pretty enough
Almost funny enough
Almost lovable enough
But
Not quite
Keep working
Keep selling your soul
Keep running till you can’t stand
And maybe
Just maybe
You’ll get there

Almost
Note really a poem but just some thoughts
The words we speak to each other,
hold the energy we give.
The words we speak to one and other,
are balanced with hate and love.

Once the energy is out of control,
We hate or love someone more.
Once the balance is a little of,
words get a certain meaning.

Words don't say all,
It is the silence filled with energy.
Words don't say all,
It is the actions in between.
Blood of innocents,
Hate-filled evil incarnate,
Spilt on sacred ground.
 Mar 2019 zainab farooq
Traveler
Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?
Traveler Tim

I recovered long ago, I feel for all the still suffering souls!!!
people that actually listen to what you say are really important.
the ones who remember the little things,
like your favorite Bible verse
or the fact that you write poetry every night.
they'll never forget your birthday,
or where you want to travel one day.
they hear you.
they know you.
i wrote this for you, months ago.
but now it describes him perfectly.
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