Zahir Kijani

Zahir Kijani Poems

4ever my friend you will always be
And you'll always be the number 1 girl to me
I know we've known each other 4 so long
And the friendship we've built has always been strong

Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach

Thrown to the floor punched, slapped, and bruised
Give me all your stuff is another way to be abused
Being verbally raped with the words that will never be forgiven
Smacked in the face so much you just want to stop livin'

We spend so much time together even though I've never seen you in life
We talk to each other day and night but not by phone it's by type
We've seen each other before but we're always standing still
People hate me because I love you so; some don't even think you're real

The tears poured down my eyes past my face and into the air
But they stopped from the heart of anger and evaporated forming a cloud
Overhead it poured down with all my memories of sorrow and pain
Completely black Nimbus pour down like Niagara falls

I turn away the diamonds in her blood
To try to guess the texture I really wish I could
It takes a lot in order for me to get the feelin'
To see how a liquid can be the cause of all the killin'

Even though I love you there's something I can't contain
This feeling of utter disappointment and of some undying pain
It doesn't seem to go away no matter how hard I think it's not
Because in this web of love it kinda seems like I'm caught

I wait and I wait to here what you say
Wonderin' when you're gonna answer me
I sit and I sit all through the night and the day
Still wondering when you're gonna answer me

In a crowded world where the occupants in it are dull and bland
Eagle sight over the world but still I see you like a diamond in the sand
I'd like to have our relationship completely restart
Give me Cupid's bow so that I can take another stab at your heart

When the sea turns to air and air inhabits the sea
When I go back in age and turn to three
When maximum becomes less than mini
When a dollar becomes less than a penny

It's a cycle
Like a psycho
Like Michael
In Tyco®

Two lovers first kiss
The realization that their love is real
But there is a form,
A way, that is to be shared.

Ambition burned cupid destroying every feeling
Getting hungry injured judicial killing
Little men nagging over principals quickly
remembering stories tough under violence wickedly

In my life I’ve never told a girl I love her so
And how I’d hold her so tight and never let her go
But in the past I met you and I made you an exception
Sometimes were rough but I figured we'd prevent the birth of war like contraception

Don't really know what to say but speak from my mind
Well I'm fine and I guess you can call me one of a kind
Been tricked by a Slick Rick...I'm feeling sick
But I pick the tick to travel out and stab him in the palm like a prick

Trapped in a dimension where Darkness overpowers light
Leaving a trail of sorrow, grief, and pure rage
Trying to figure out why this world carries everlasting night
And why I'm alone stuck and trapped in this cage

I never thought I'd see the day but baby this is true
Out of all the people I thought I'd love I never thought of you
Now that I think it was kinda meant to happen
So the fact of the matter started me up rappin

There’s a diamond in the sand.
Cox’s Bezer, Bangledesh
There’s a diamond in the sand.
Steadily pacing back and forth

Zahir Kijani Biography

I started writing stories when I was seven but I didn't have much of a great vocabulary but I had/have a perfect imagination so set out a goal I made to learn more languages so I learned Spanish and I'm still learning Chinese & Japanese when I turned nine my step father and my father were/are into rap and they rap with their friends so I thought it was cool so I wrote a couple of raps but still with a kinda limited vocab I was limited with my rhymes but people always told me I had a great vocabulary because I avoid cuss words in my language because I think its kinda stupid when every other word that comes out of peoples mouth is mutha F this and F that you know its real dumb to me so I try to say words other than them. But I remember I had a girlfriend when I was like...10 and I wanted to do something sweet for her so I wrote a poem to her that's when I realized I had a gift of poetry well I kinda did I mean everyone can write a poem when they want to. But one day I was on punishment and I was on punishment a lot like my friends would literally call and instead of asking for me they would say is Corey on punishment or something like that but after awhile I was grounded for stupid stuff like I would get off of punishment just to get back on really. So I was just on all the time and it started to get ridiculous if it wasn't already and so as to it I began to feel mistaken that's when I wrote the poem mistaken but the problem is is I lost the original copy so I tried to remember some of it but I couldn't remember it all but I know it was a raw poem unfortunately my mother found it and started questioning me about it I never wanted her to see it in the first place but she got a hold of it cause of a I don't know annual or weekly or something inspection of my room and thought I wanted to run away(even though I did) So later on in life I stopped writing but in school a few years ago I began to write again we had an assignment to write a I have a dream speech in Social studies but I decided to write a poem instead when I handed the poem in entitled One Day my teacher loved it so much that every teacher, teacher aid staff member everybody read it and they loved it so much that they sent it to the mayor and he sent me a certificate acknowledging and praising my poem so I thought I'm gonna enter this in a contest but instead I found this place which is the main reason I write a whole lot more. After I was praised in English we had a temporary student teacher and he assigned us this assignment to write a poem with something in it I forgot but I remember I wrote a poem entitled The Dark and it was a six line poem and it was so sweet but I made a mistake and lost it.: -(Anyways later he assigned another poetry thingy and that's when I wrote My Big Fat Evil Wife. Now I've been writing poems and I don't think I'm going to stop anytime soon. Lately I've been inspired by a lovely girl I know as Loveiy if you saw her you'd understand why, I love her and we already planned our future together YAY! ! ! ! Now my poems are a lot different from each other I have many emo poems many love poems and many inspirational poems. Well I'm a little Scyzophrenic I have about 28 different personalities in which I call Viruses, or Virus 28. The Viruses have been my inspiration for many of my poetry so in order to know I'll name which Virus I was when I wrote the poems at the end with an asterix as the indicator. Thanks for reading and remember Spread Yourself! ! ! !)

The Best Poem Of Zahir Kijani

4ever My Friend (C) 3-29-2007

4ever my friend you will always be
And you'll always be the number 1 girl to me
I know we've known each other 4 so long
And the friendship we've built has always been strong
But days go by, me wishing that we didn't have such a bond
Cause all the love I feel for you keeps building on and on
I don't want you to think I'm sweating you, or I'm like a stalker
I would tell you face to face but I'm really not much of a talker
Maybe it's because you actually count as someone I love
Or just that your a tease sent from below or fallen from above
I understand we don't share the same feelings like the romance
But how can I be judged if you've never given me any chance
Everything I probably said may sound corny or cheesy
But I really and truly love you, hopefully, you'll believe me
If not, I really don't care my feelings will never bend
But I'll know everyday of my life you'll be 4ever my friend

Zahir Kijani Comments

Ben Bump 14 April 2009

Good. Keep writing in the same path, your style is true and your talent is needed. Too many writers and rappers feel like they have to sell it...This is art from your head, paintings with words. Stay true to yourself and if you're about to say something in a verse don't hesitiate, run with it. Your E-book is advanced and if you keep at it you will master your craft for sure.

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Kainwo Moses 21 April 2009

I just started reading Corey Threet and I am hooked. I sure will come back to you. You awoke my feelings of friendship for an old friend.

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Jackie Compton 27 April 2009

Corey you are truely a talent artist that paints with words.Even in the darkness your words have a shing light of a meaning.

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Lovey Bby 24 August 2009

I knw corey personally. &&honestly he is weird. but dont get meh wrong. i like weird. :) he is sooo unique. aint no1 quite like corey. he is so nice &sweet &really caring. &i very well knw, some of these poems is about meh. but all of his poems have meh thinking! ? because i can relate. dats y we is// or at least was good friends. &&2 meh he will always b more than a poet but a friend. some1 who has always been here for meh. even when i honestly didnt want him 2. i gave him cross emotions...&broke his heart. although im sorry it doesn't make meh feel any betta. thus... now he is knowing as my enemy or stranger, , because as long as we dont really talk dat much &wat not. emotions will not appear making it hard for meh 2 know between wat i want or need. i made a desicion on wat i want//&need but i honestly dont knw if i made thee right desicion: ( quick or threet? ! smh. P.S. i changed my bio.

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Shaniqua Parker 27 November 2009

i luv that poem 4eva my friend so much. bcuz i understand where ur coming from that waz amazing. =)

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Claudia 30 July 2019

Upon googling 8-5-08 eclipse, got Corey's poem about an argument between the sun and the moon as to who should survive the eclipse. My younger sister committed suicide that night. I'm quite sure it was after an argument with her son. The poem makes me think what went down between two very strong opposing forces, sun and moon, mother and son. After all, who came first, the sun or the moon? Doesn't the foolish moon realize it would not exist if it weren't for the sun? Thank you for the poem!

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Fatima Peralta 19 June 2010

i like this poem////

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Bryan Riley 29 April 2010

I like the style of your writing. It has the attack of a street rap, and the imagery is great. Awesome stuff!

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Brooke Mcminn 18 March 2010

The poem '4ever My Friend' is really really good. I could actually feel the emotion behind it. I hope that things work out for you two! The fact that you two are already friends may help you out a little bit, since you already know each other so well.

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Rebekah Strunk 13 March 2010

All of your poems are really good.

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