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 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Marina
I can't breathe, my chest hurts.
I can't cry there is no tears.
Knees hit the ground hard.
Bruises inside and out.
Hands around my head.
Voices in my ears.
Words on replay.
Over and over.
Stop.
******* stop.
I can't breathe.
Scream.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Jacob
My shadow once grew cold
As cold as a dark winter night
I begged it not to smother me
But it knew better, oh right

Does that belt feel snug
Is your teeth clenched shut
Will this be my last goodbye
Will our love drown in the mud

This isn't me begging
This is me looking for an answer
Looking for a better lover
Looking for one another

I miss the warm sheets
On those long cold nights
Your sparkling whites
The mornings in bed
With no daylight
I want to go back
To our glory days
When love only mattered
And time always stayed.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Rachel
writing with a
cigarette in hand

writing with a
stain on my shirt

writing with a
bruise on my lip

trying to pretend
that your words
never hurt


sleeping with out
you

dreaming of good
times

drinking glasses
of malt whiskey

walking through dark
alleys with you
on my mind


I cannot get
past you

no matter how
hard i try

now every hello
i’ve said since you
left

tastes of your
eyes in that
moment you said
goodbye
Hate is looking with blurry vision,
Despising variety with misconception.

Painting a portrait of ignorance,
Seeing opposites as a villain.

Different ideas are seen as mysterious,
Detesting all unknown viewpoints.

Dissimilar looks is viewed as a threat,
Causing war when peace can exist.

Differences can form a truce,
If fear can be replaced by curiosity.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Phia
If I had a dollar
For all the times I
Cried myself to sleep
This month.
I'd buy a movie ticket
To the movie we were
Supposed to see together.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
nn
a vine suffocates a tree
wrapped around it screaming
PLEASE!
don't leave me

dear god, please don't leave me

the tree goes limp
and its bark starts to crack
as the vine tightens her grip
till her veins turn black

why won't you stay? why are you leaving me?

the vine must not falter
for if she does
the tree will grow strong and
leave her in the dust

don't go don't leave me please don't leave me

but as the tree chokes,
it thrashes her off
and down will come baby,
cradle and all.
i am trying so hard to get you to like me (ps first poem in a while so it ****, sorry)
Swallowing dejection
The throat is throbbing
Fog is appearing
And smoke is covering
A reclusive setting
With no more company

An obstinate mind
Eyes set on you
Batty and insane
The color turns blue
Wasted feelings
Drunk off tears
Minimal breathing
The end is near.
An after midnight wolf
lives as a sheep by day,
amongst opposites
he sees through
sheep’s clothing
and moralizes through
insecurities,
though inaccurate,
accusations man
a marionette,

a wolf in sheep’s clothing
can manipulate but
is easy to forgive,
an after midnight wolf
can ruin his sheepskin,
and have follicles run dry,
alcohol and anger
and selfish malevolence
over compassion, thought and
apathetic benevolence,
the sun can divide strong from weak,
an after midnight wolf lashes
and drinks
and lashes,
regrets and lacks morals
yet lacks intent
only listens to his mind
and not his heart,
he sheers himself
with broken bottles
and it takes a while
to grow back
Every month
I am reminded of my fertility.
And while I feel physical pain,
I realize that of my emotions is
In the same vicinity.

I want my unborn child to know
That this life... Is like a funny show.
That while I'm unsure of what
She'll look like or he'll look like,
They come automatically into
A world that beyond their control
Will feel warlike.

That their future friends who bear
A darker skin complexion
Unfairly face the utmost rejection.
That their future friends
Who love the same gender
Get judged on their decisions
On who they love and if they happen
To be transgender.

But I want my child to know,
That this judgement and hate
Will always be up for debate
That when she finds her voice
Or when he finds her voice
It's to be shared with those
Without one because of personal choice.

I want my child to know that their pride
Is to be extended, wide, and
As far is it can go.
That when they witness injustice
They'll be expected to instinctually say no.
That these differences America
Still can't accept
Are the differences that
Bring beauty in every corner
And every aspect.

My children will know of the people
Who have bloomed in the midst
Of hatred and doom,
That the grass is not always greener
And that just when they thought they've Seen it all,
There will always be people who are meaner.
But I want my children to know of love,
Unconditional love,
Of acceptance,
Of hope,
Of being anti-weapon.
I want my children to bloom,
Because as their mother was expected to,
She faced the challenge of doing so,
In a world that depicted doom.
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