alireza-zibaie
My ambition was always to save the world. I glazed and got distracted by the freezing of the horizons, then the sky dripped into my eyes. It was a fiery drop - my heart caught on fire. My mother excused me from saving the universe, she said I had no business playing with fire.
Swear to the sky
I am grounded
to the horizon of your smile
swear to the beat
i am shaken
by the sound of your silence
swear to the wind
swear to thunder
I am wandering
with your constant whims
take my word
you are the cloud
Dripping the soul of my sky
take my words
I wash my soul
at the river of your unspoken thoughts
swear to love
YOU are bliss
YOU are the constance of a hidden variable in life's equation
Discover the self
take my word
A trance state of mind conveying dreams of you
Is where I have called home all along.
Take me with you
All I need is you
Caressing the wrinkles of my soul
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Just like every school essay I've ever written
I am having hard time with the conclusion.
How do I end this chapter.
How do I conclude losing you?
I've been practicing this speech
In my empty room, in front of the mirror
But I don't hear applaud
All the sounds resemble the rhythm of you walking away
How do I conclude losing you
How do I tell every night dream
That you are no longer there
That you're gone for good
I've never been a good writer
Or a decent public speaker
And I certainly can not conclude.
This ship in the bottle
May be better off left misunderstood
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Don’t take me home
nostalgia lingers in my soul
like the taste of that forbidden fruit
like the taste of water and air when drowning
don’t take me home
a survivalist without nostalgia
is a fish out of water
quietly listen to the quest of my heart
as each drift is justified
and each love story
is a battlefield
a ****** fight
I fear
I, the survivalist, fear
becoming nostalgic for love.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
She did her happy dance
As she walked down the stairs
And that hug was the evidence for unconditional love
Like that fight between pomegranate seed and the teeth
Love burst at the right pressure
She did her happy dance
And visioned eternity
But I don't believe in unconditional love
So right before dawn I prepared to leave
As I do every time I sense love on the horizon, rising with the sunrise
Take me with you, she said - let's run
I've been choked before - I thought
And told her I'll be going for a spin
Spider webs were colonizing my bicycle
I find freedom as the air shapes my face into a smile
I am far now, in that shed were I hid myself
And I'm not intending to return
I will be watching the sunset alone
Her eyes were intending to nail the sun
On the wall of our destiny
I speak highly of the sunset
But she insisted to capture the light
She believed in unconditional love
I believe in unconditional positive regard
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
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Passing idea
Clusters a spark
a mundane brainstorm
And as it passes
Through the elastic mind
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before the idea vanishes
Before storm ceases
Mad,
Mad mind
-
Passing idea
space exploded within itself
atomic fusion instigated
The mundane universe
And it expands
Through the elastic space
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before a black-hole
Swallows my universe
to create another one
Mad,
Mad universe
-
Passing idea
Clusters of minds
Until civilizations are fused
Into mundane cultures
And they expand
Through the elastic generations
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before civilization zero
Is both dead and alive
In the schrodinger-like
Transition to civilization one
Mad,
Mad persons
-
Passing idea
Cluster of lonely universes
Until the almighty gravity
Loses its kingdom
To the thought of multiverses
And it expands
Through the elastic kinship
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before multiverses wonder
And discover:
They think, therefore they are.
Mad,
Mad multiverses
-
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex
Perhaps
Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain
Is sitting at his typewriter
With a writer’s block
Trying to make sense of the birth of me:
His equivalent of the big bang
a single atom
Giving birth to the energy
That shaped his universe - my cerebrum
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda
Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths
Perhaps
The conscious of the universe
Ponders my existence
In a form of a passing idea
Mad,
Mad Alireza.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
It wont be till tomorrow
Before I make up my mind
It wont be till I see the reflection of the sun
in your sweet smile
Before I choose to stay
Or walk a thousand mile
There’s comfort in this pain
There’s guilt in this prayer
Yet still I am here
singing my dearest dreams
In your ears
I am shattering my own heart
As I see my reflection
in your tears
It wont be till tomorrow
Before I make up my mind
It’s raining outside
broken hearts are no strangers
To these rainy nights
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Not that I have nothing to say
my words are meaningless in your presence
I have nothing to give
my worth is ashes around the fire,
the heat-waves around the sun
as you are the sun
I am an entity filled with desire
thousand and one desires in one
My belongings are grains of sand, washed away
at the touch of your oceanly waves
The heat of my soul, the energy in my eyes
all drained - courtesy of your coquetry
Drunken, weak, drained, and indigent
wondering if I stand a chance
silly me.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
We became nobodies
though we started as heros
of our own stories
to be written by our small hands
brainstorming the possibilites
If only we knew
how to start the thesis
someone somewhere made us believe
this world is all into shatters
let the mirror inside your soul
give you the key to find your role
we fell so hard for this lying
we all broke, shattered trying
as we became older and older
our dreams got much smaller
and the earth caged the falcon
while the lion met the mirror
a cat was staring right back at her
the dove's happy ending arose
with the vulture's ample smile
and the vulture dies not surprised
dreaming not of high flights
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
Parallel to the storm
my beast of a motorcycle
paired with the sharp edged sensations
complimenting me with backfire
as the October cold meets my desire
to detour off my daily route
with a demand for an early rise
In the mirror I see a home
where I belong
where my lover is waiting with warmth
but for now
the cold is my journey
cruising with the noise of the roaring tires
the power of the horses
and the God-like cylinders demanding spark
shaking me and my world
while they routinely
explode petrol beneath my feet
like a heartbeat
that reminds me
- I am alive
as I pass the bridge over the frozen lake
a frozen thought melts and finds a way
from my heart to my mind
that taking comfort kills me
journeys are the only reminder
that I have lived
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Loneliness is consuming me
Solitude is the only road to salvation
For the purist
For the one who
Excruciates a life time
To die at ease
For the one who
Has an idea of happiness
evolving in a nest
Madness sheltered in order
Chaos ceased with institute
Love meant being apart
Freedom meant demerit of attitude
Free as a falcon
Flew to spread the wings
Not to reach a destination
Roamed to feel the wind
Not to discover a new dimension
Explored the darkest nights
Never let down by apprehension
I am a bad man with a good deed
I will burn in heaven
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC