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

Understand me like
Hands on a clock
          Time
T
      I
        C
            K
               I
                  N
                     G
slowly never to
                 STOP
Always moving forward
           Never taking a step back
Just keep pushing forward
         Your on the right track

what does it feel like to strip off your skin, to let the outside sneak in, to creep in the shadows, to take a leap in the unknown, to hear yourself groan.
I could tell you, why should I?

Experience the delinquency of heartbreak and tell me,
what do you see?
a black rose?

The wind blows whoever you are and better by far you know,
but I won't be telling you, it's hard enough being me without worrying about who's at the door.

As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this.  Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes.  Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal.  As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket.  I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man.  Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Olive as she sped past by the other drivers.  As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.  "It's 7:55am.  I made it within five minutes" said Olive.   Olive got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public.   One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face.  Mmmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.  "Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down.  "My name is Akurra Wings.  I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.  "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive.  As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level.  
After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home.  On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel Stone Wall.  "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone."  "I'm doing great Olive.  What's up?" answered Jewel Stone Wall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.  "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive.  With a confused look on her face Jewel asked "Is the day Friday already?"  "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive.  "To tell you the Truth Olive I thought the day was Thrusday" said Jewel.  "No Jewel it's Friday.  I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive.  "You better be thankful.  I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel.  "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive.  
Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life.  She always looked forward to Saturday.  A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stone Wall her childhood friend.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum