My quill I dipped in snow
Instead of ink
The words forever flowed
And inspiration never failed
I wrote some more
And words were golden
They were pure and innocent
Just like the snowflakes
Falling from the sky
I kept on writing
Pouring out the emotions
Felt deep within my heart
Even those emotions
And feelings I have had
That I could never describe
I now could describe
My quill of snow
Never failed to produce
The words I have longed to utter
The feelings I longed to describe
But felt a loss of words for
Finally the words came
And I never felt more happy
I sighed a sigh of happiness and bliss
I dipped my quill in snow
And oh, how the words did flow
Like a stream forever flowing
In it's own special way
I dipped my quill in ice
And finally
My little dream of ecstasy
All too soon
Came to an end

*~Marian~

We're like
   A waterfall.
     Slowly moving
        Towards the edge.
                               Just
                               Waiting
                               To
                               Fall
                               And
                                      Break
                          On
                                   The
                                                Rocks
                               Below.

When I see you, my heart should beat faster,
My face should blush
My stomach should knot,
When our eyes meet, my eyelashes should flutter,
My heart skip a beat,
My breath should pause
When our hands touch, a warmth should spread through me,
I should awake inside,
Feel a connection and attraction .
When you hold me, I should feel happy, content,
You should smell like home,
I should look at you and feel...you're the ONE.
When we gaze deep into each others' eyes, we should feel longing,
We should feel love,
All the happy emotions flooding our bodies, our brains.
This is how I'll know if you're the ONE.

Maniba kiani © 20/07/13

The problem is not with the problem,
It’s that you don’t listen.
The issue is with the wound I carry
It is the neglect and egotistical dissipation
The ignorance and obscure character disposition
It is in your complacency and self-righteousness
I AM YOU INNER CHILD, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Or have you grown too macho to surrender to your sensitivity
How many times I’ve cried, waiting for your attention
How many times you have been of disservice,
I have evolved into a numb and heartless rock
I no longer have the frivolity and freewill to levitate
It is I who chokes your rhythm when you hesitate
It is me taking a cold shower when you are embarrassed
The breath of you takes away my reasons to live
I AM YOUR INNER CHILD, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
No? But I have so much to say
I have been wearing this forlorn contusion  
Even when I talk it is not a discussion
You have marred me to become bitter and resentful
Gone is your passion, you are submerged in your job
Gone are your dreams, you have focused on that promotion
Love has been jaded by your promiscuity
What happened to loving one person in a million ways?
You are a servant of the social mirror and its constraining chains
Dancing to the dictatorial piano that plays and plays
Where models are defined you are a written face
The beats come together picturesque but grotesque
For you are more about maintaining the picture on display
What is in your heart has bowed to despair

I AM YOUR INNER CHILD, CAN YOU NOT HEAR ME?
I am drenched by the sweat of your incessant grind for material
Can you not understand that this has left me hysterical?
Surrealism suggests that as partners we should yearn for the ethereal
Free me from child abuse
Free me from bad news
Free me that I can choose
Free me that we can fuse
Free me to sign a treatise of truce
So I can be the inner child you love and don’t confuse
So that we can be free to try new things
So that we can rise above dogma and play strings
So that we can ride the giant phoenix, on its soft merriment wings  
…. And I will be the child in whom you confide and pay mind and find signs of truth in our stride, we won’t hide for we won’t be blind but kind in humility like we never lied and be free from the twigs that had us tied to a tree of no-open-mind and one we’ll be in time… I the child in whom you confide to find the prize of life.

With no true friend around I talk to myself.
Or maybe I'll head outside and tune in to the clouds
I've never been intentionally hurt by a flower.
And the grass breathes life into my restless soul.
The breeze carries me away from this plastic world.

I don't belong here amongst the dour faces and slippery minds
Why was I forced to leave the light and inhabit this body?
Some say choice, others say fate. Above me the cosmos twirl indifferently.
A lone tear slowly weaves its way down my creased cheek.