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 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
AJ
It's late enough that it's quiet
But not enough that is silent,
And I hate that.
The dogs are lying at my feet.
They feel like gargoyles,
But maybe more menacing.
I'm just waiting for midnight to roll around,
So that I can steal my silent hours.
Sleep is not the only way to recharge.
I guess the song in the title doesn't really fit the poem,
But maybe it's fitting my mood?

See you later alligator.
To początek, wschód słońc
I drżenie w kącikach ust
Wielkie oczy ma strach
Palcem pogrożę mu
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Mary Pear
Sunset Harbour
Built to mock an Andalucian village
Hewn from rock
And filled with sand from Saudi Arabia.
We sit between reception and the pool
Stars shine,but not as brightly as the streetlights on the distant hills.

Our host is singing,'Penny Arcade' and up she's got;
The penny's In the slot.
Let the magic begin!
Our marionette awakes.

Short curled hair
Sponge bob body in a purple dress with flat triangles at the *******.
Little chicken feet lift in time to the music as she covers the space
Between reception and the pool.
Arms akimbo, hands waving and excited at the release.

Laughing, he takes his place,with portly belly thrusting forward
Arms bent and elbows jutting, chin thrusting forward to the music;
A cockerel to her chick.

Corner to opposite corner they dance,
Grinning at each other as they pass
Sometimes chasing
Sometimes. Backing off;
An Oldham Tarrantella
A Salford tango
A well - trod mating ritual
And still a joy to watch.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Mash
Having a friendship with you was emotionally taxing. Some days you were awesome and on most,you were ******.  I'd wake up not knowing which you I'd get that day. You have messed me up more than anyone else,and what made it worse was you never even noticed . You might disagree but,when someone tells you you've hurt them,you dont get to justify it or decide that you didn't.

It was rainbows and butterflies and **** in the beginning but as time went on,it got real. You weren't there when my whole life was falling apart,on days I woke up hoping to die. You were never that friend I could rely on for emotional support..I'm just gonna assume it's because you're such a happy person so you have no patience for such?Don't know but ya.

I told you our friendship was slowly dying but you refused to believe it. While you were busy with your awesome life,I was learning how to not be so reliant on you,how to go back to life without you,how to fall out of love with you  (because i never really got over you) but anyway,I'm over all that. All the effort I put into our friendship, I'm gonna put into myself.

Oh and,nice move not putting up a fight,how easily you let me go shows me how much I meant to you. Anyway ,bye.
theres nothing quite like love to set your world alight

fill your heart with happiness fill you with delight

such a lovely feeling that you feel inside

a feeling so sublime from it you cant hide



gives your life aglow as your heart begins to pound

fills your soul with pride as it spreads around

something that is there within the heart of you

that is there to share for your whole life through
Time is a manmade invention,
used for organization and unification.
That's what they told me,
and I never understood.
How could something so habitual for me,
something so common
be manmade?
How could 60 seconds in a minute
not just be a fact of the universe
but instead,
be some outcome of a calculation
of some dead man's outburst?
But that's what they told me
and even if I didn't understand it,
I took the fact like it was true
like it was understood.

Now you come walking along,
and every minute,
every 60 seconds that passes while you're around,
feels like 1.
A whole day spent with you
feels like nothing at all
and instead of feeling full of you
I feel emptier than when we began.

So maybe time is a manmade invention,
maybe although we can count it,
it's manmade because it doesn't have to feel so factual
all the time.
Because when I'm with you,
every moment passes at the speed of light
but when I'm without you,
it's like time has stopped
and forgotten how to go.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Cypher
To be or not to be
Drug induced poetry
Overdosed on love
Staring at the stars above
Should I go or should I stay
Fly away to a better day
Life is a continuous matter of common observation. It enables us to realize, that each one of us, is a vivid and complex mortal living an epic story. One that carries on and on invisibly around you, like an anthill sprawling deep underground with several elaborate passageways to thousands of lives that you won’t have the chance to know.

As time passes us by, we can’t help the rushing flow of frightening responsibilities coming through our way. As a result, we tend to focus more on these perennially problematic things, instead of looking at the bigger picture, which hinders us from exploring the beautifully intricate world we live in. However, as human beings, even if we choose to neglect these duties and just start enjoying the moments we have to explore this diverse environment, we’d always be afraid of what’s going to happen next, or the consequences of our actions to the unknown future. It can’t be helped, as we are all fear mongering creatures, crippled by uncertainties that may never happen and not even affect us at all.    

Despite our poor condition as temporary mortals in this world, we must always keep in mind that we exist in this universe to see our world unfold on its own beyond our imagination. To be risky enough to find our own adventure to keep us sane from the struggles we face in life, to see beyond barriers that others find to be a simple dead end, to draw things you love close to empower you to do the best of what you can with your abilities, and to find your true purpose in this life to be able to feel alive with zeal and vigor. That, to me, that is the true meaning and quintessence of life.
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Katie Ann
to everyone ive ever loved
i never wanted to lose you
to everyone who said they loved me
i wish you felt the same
you ripped your way right through my fingers
and just let me
slip away
you didnt really love me
loving to me means
never letting go.
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