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  Jul 2014 Zaynub
Riptide
My intention was to come to a halt
But like momentum
You kept me going.
  Jul 2014 Zaynub
i s a b e l l a
Your  voice
becomes  so small, all your hear are your thoughts.
Your voice
turns into a stranger.
A voice
you listen to every day;
A  voice
you  don’t  recognize.
Zaynub Jul 2014
in love.
inlove.

maybe we called it being in love
because "in" was a prefix for not
and the space between the words
was the void you created when you left
or maybe the space was always there
  Jul 2014 Zaynub
rained-on parade
Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.
  Jul 2014 Zaynub
Bec
If Death came tonight, knocking at my door, asking for my hand,
I would not hesitate to go with him.
This place, this home, is not meant for everyone.
I will lock my fingers with his, cling tightly to his bones,
follow him anywhere.
This life has worn me down,
"tired" has become a part of who I am.
I refuse to stay here, perpetually sad.
I will go.

- R. H.
Zaynub Jul 2014
people always say

inhale the good
exhale the bad

out with the old
in with the new

but all we end up with
is a poisoned atmosphere
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