The clouds overhang rain looks to be on the way the fullness of each puff looks like how I think my heart may look when I think of you Now what am I to do? They creep closer brining a sense of pain and…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Poem 2 – Hour 2 – Aymen Zaheer
Recipe for joy! Throughout my life, I was struggling the mania of Not being admired. Today I am happy and joyful Literally, not much tired I have buried expectations In the deepest corner of heart. Ignoring the negativity in my path Just to take a…
Bird Song
Approaching dawn; Birds tear the silence with a song
Mama…
Mama, Such a small four-lettered word, Holding so much power in my world. Mama, The first word I spoke. Mama, The first person I cried to. Mama, The only person I would go to, When trouble would knock on the door. Mama, My first friend,…
Waiting
He does not wait well he taps and fidgets and huffs. I write and try to hurry. Because he does not wait well. Then I think of all the times I waited. For lesser reasons. Shoot, I am writing this darn poem. He can wait…
Recipe for Duq de la Fascism /hr2
Recipe For Disaster 1. Put children and their well being at the bottom of priorities rather than the top. 2. Actively create programs that actually make children suffer harm in one way or another in mass numbers all over the world. 3. Do not have…
#3 Privilege
You won’t see me in those streets among faces of grief, theirs, not mine because my fear wants to quietly weep. Every shot and shout falls like a beat I’m learning behind closed doors, in time. You won’t see me in those streets to march…
MORNING
Every time we chance to meet, you look familiar, nothing new – that plain, unremarkable face, so I need to look in the mirror to make sure all is still on track, that no eyebrow has strayed, eyebags dangling from my elbow, knees ironed and…
Lazy – Poem #3
Lazy Tables to the left of me Tables to the right Sitting in my LazyBoy Lazy day and night
Property value
There’s a collective mind-shifting, like my two feet impatiently standing in line at the bank. Now we take baby’s first steps of thinking of ourselves as a race, as something other than: Unique, Neutral, America. As children we played with blocks, practiced building houses and…