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Story books
Grandma belongs to the story book!!
My face is not being painted
Handsome dads does not get angry
And when will my small ******* grow?
I didn't know
Dad may not talk about the way
he kissed my mom's lips.
Who was Jasmine?!
Where is my Nastaran?
How can I convince these people
that I'm mad
That there are many colorful
skies behind the moon!!
And I'm not that beautiful six year old girl
With the brunette skin
Skinny body
Black hair
Sloe-eyes
Looking for the thousands of rainbows
Are the girl's names pretty?!
The notebooks are not being painted...
A balloon was crying in my eyes
from every roof at summer.
I always have dreams with no flying
In this city the thousands of balloons,
fathers and mothers turn to giants
Eating the moon
Eating the wolf
Ignoring us
Fathers and mothers grow up
A man who sat on big switch in the city...
The actor got sick so soon
And the poet doesn't know when he has been chocked

کتاب های قصه
!! مادربزرگ مال کتاب قصه است
صورت من نقاشی نمی شود
پدرهای زیبا ناراحت نمی شوند
و من نمی دانستم سینه های کوچکم کی رشد خواهند کرد
پدر شاید نمی گوید لب های مادرم را چگونه می بوسید
یاسمن که بود!؟
نسترن من کجاست!؟
من چگونه باید به این مردم بفهمانم که دیوانه ام
!! که پشت ماه آسمان های رنگارنگ هست
و من دیگر آن دختر شش ساله ی زیبا نیستم
با پوستی سبزه
اندامی لاغر
موهای مشکی
چشم های بادامی
که به دنبال هزاران رنگین کمان می گشت
آیا نام دختران زیباست!؟
...دفترها نقاشی نمی شوند
از هر پشت بام
بادبادکی
در چشمانم
در تابستان
...گریه می کرد
من همیشه رویاهای بی پرواز دارم
در همین شهر با هزار بادبادک
پدرها و مادرها غول می شوند
ماه را می خورند
گرگ را می خورند
ما را نمی بینند
پدرها و مادرها بزرگ می شوند
مردی که در شهر تاب های بزرگ سوار بود
بازیگر زود مریض می شود
و شاعر نمی داند کی خفه شده است
I wrote this when I saw injustice...
he grapples with that memory
fighting to hold every detail, every shade
as the pain from his arthritic bones diverts his thoughts even more

oh...the curse of age
he took for granted every sweet morsel
every sweet moment of time given
and this is life's retribution

if given another chance
would he let her walk away
for he knows, looking back
that she was the one
that almost imperceptible,
yet obvious look when one's heart is broken
this he remembers clearly
her eyes as he turned away
relinquishing his chance at love
if he only knew then
that the excuses he trusted
were merely the voices of uncertainty

and now
in his room of fading memories
and fictional dreams
he begs for another chance
in another life
oldie
I walk alone this August morning
as the heat begins its climb
and the ocean wind
is cooling in its soft touch

manta ray jumps and flips
and splashes
bragging to me its freedom

I walk alone
this endless beach
til the sweat drips and
the skin burns
and the storms roll
in distant chaos

there was a time when I would have considered
turning back
but those days have long since vanished
into the curve
that separates the climb
from the descent
oldie - light revision
I shall not plunder
her delicate thunder
my love's true wonder
this magnificent dream

I am brought to tears
her unspoken fears
my lover's lost years
we embrace the seam

I am whole in her sorrow
we are one til tomorrow
in her eyes I will borrow
the strength not to scream

while our love swims in sadness
the world drowns in madness
we bask in the solace
of our shade
oldie - slightly revised
such a thin line separates us
the living from the dead
the spirit that is free
from that which is bound
I have felt your gentle touch
and heard your whispered plea
I sense your presence
across the open seas of time
are you my love from a distant past
a kinder world
a quiet life?
I have come to believe that you wait for me
there
just across the line
just beyond the fray
where spirits dwell
oldie - revised a bit
if given the chance to relive my days  
would I sacrifice to choose that which I left sighing in the Sun
I do not truly know if the love I chose to abandon
would have survived the years
would have burned through the days of darkness
our mornings wrapped in warmth
I shall never know
and I shall never see again
the vision of you etching your soul
on canvas
silently opening your heart to me
a moment in time beneath the Sun
oldie - for Yve
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