That's what I write d;

(Poetry)

Imagination

Sometimes I wonder
Can someone be so clever?
In everything including the impossible
I think and think but end up with no answer

My mother says this is the silliest question ever
But I still demand an answer
My mother smile and says again
What a fool girl I am
What a kind of question is that?

Can someone imagine imagination?
Because I feel no one can
Nor ever one will
Even I, even if I try!

But sometime I still feel,
They might be someone who can
But I hesitate and I ask myself again
If that person can
How is that possible?
Because what I know
Imagination can’t be imagine
By anyone, Even I
Even if I try
Because this something I can't measure
this is something I can't imagine
Nor today nor tomorrow nor forever……………


Copyright © 2007 Zainab
Editors choiceWritten 2007-05-03 kl 10:16




"Just a sad poem and it can relate to many , it gives a picture that how some changes of good and bad can take place into someone's life."


When I was a child

When I was a child
I was my parent favorite
When I used to smile
The sun and the skies would shine
When I used to cry
The trees and leaves would dry
When I used to sing
The birds would sing along
When I used to go to bed
The moon would look so sad
What a happy child I was that time
Anyone can imagine.

Later on,
I grown up to a beautiful young lady
Sad and very lonely
The world treated me so badly
Because life became so tough
That was when,
Everything changed then.

While I used to cry
My tears could no more dry
No time for love
No one made a close move
I was freezing inside
Empty hands were outside
Finding who to pass me hi
All faces, even my own parent were saying goodbye.

Copyright © 2007 ZAINAB


A love poem

Do you believe

Do you believe?
That I ever loved you
Do you?

Do you believe?
That I'll never leave you
Do you?
Because you are everything for me
Baby I believe you can see
If you’re not awake
The sun doesn't shine for me
Because without you the world
Means nothing for me.

Copyright © 2006 Zainab


(Haiku) Haiku - In Japanese a haiku is traditionally a 5-7-5 syllables poems.


EDITORS CHOICE

Who the hell are you

Who the hell are you?
To tell me what to do
Control your tongue, or else!


A tanka (5-7-5-7-7)

Last night

It was raining last night
When I was on my way home
Broken umbrella on my hand
Because of a heavy rain, followed with
a heavy wind, yes I was shivering.

Copyright © 2007 ZAINAB


Omelet

How cute omelet eyes
Deep inside lovely outside
Loving you ridiculously

Copyright © 2007 ZAINAB



(Quotes)

"It's just good to be true, the first person to trust you is you"

"Who said boys don't cry, boys do cry too"

"If he says he can that doesn't mean he is a real man"



Short stories

Just a short sad story about a girl named Alexandra..............................

Happiness doesn’t last forever (Alexandra)

Since I was a child life was beautiful, the clever girl at school, the good swimmer only in swimming pool. I used to live with my granny who gave me the real love of a mother. I was twelve; I was like a happy bird that whole time, I still remember I never knew what pain was, until the month of November.

When my granny passed away I felt life was useless, poor me Alexandra. I then went to live with my parents who pretended they loved me more than themselves. Later on their acting skills were becoming weak; they had to take off their hidden veils. At the age of fifteen they sent me to an orphan house, to get rid of me, may be for them I was just a distracting mouse.

When I turned 18, the orphan chair man sold me out to a gentle man who bought me by $20 as if I was a rain coat. Her wife made me a housemaid; I said nothing just obeyed her command. The day one everything went well, later on my face looked tired and very pale. I couldn’t sleep my life was work; I was working 24hours like a clock. When I asked the gentle man what about my pay, he showed me his true face and walked away. It wasn’t strange because I already been trough, I could also take the example of my own parents too. I made a tough decision the same night I shall pack my things and walk away without a fight. I looked back and screamed what’s the point! I have no money, nor a saving account.

The following days obedient girl I showed and the wife bought me some clothes. Work was becoming less and I could even see a smile on my face. Who knew things later on would change to worse. When the wife was away, the husband wanted my love by force. When I refused, rape was the only solution. Gun in my hand, Self-defense was the last option. I called 999 to inform them that I killed someone, come and arrest me as first as you can. Here is my location near Emirates mall, my name is Alexandra, and my surname is football.

I no more want to live, life has taught me a lot and one of them is happiness doesn’t last forever.


Copyright © April 9, 2007 by Zainab

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