Half Dream: Poems

454 · Aug 2014

Half Dream Aug 2014

Remember me
When you discover
You're careless for the world
Visible to me,

Remember me,
When your ways become complex
you regret
you lost your way
back to my hand,

Remember me,
When you become an expatriate
When you become cold,
When you become lonely,
While you become an empty heart,
When you don't have anything from this world
Except your memories with me,
I would leave you on the same road
that you intend to leave me.

423 · Aug 2014

Violet

Half Dream Aug 2014

Violet

The color of my dreams
My favorites converse,
Songs that move me,
My letters without time
The color of my scarf,
My hand drawn clouds,
My locked heart,
My watch without hours,
My favorite bag,
My sincere words.

318 · Jul 2014

To My Dearest Mother

Half Dream Jul 2014

To My Dearest Mother

How can I carry your worries
And spite it away from you
How can I hold you
And make my arms iron shield
that protects you from any harm.
How can I make from my speeches roses
To steal the thorn in your chest.
How can I make my voice
With no tune,  nor sound
only whispering your love
How can I see your eyes
And hug you with my heart
How can I see your smile
and ignore your sad glances.
How can I make you see that the pulse of my heart beats only for you!
How can I heal you from
Your illness with my eyes before my hands.
How can I sow hope in your heart like you planted it in my childhood
How can I regain your stolen childhood,
I cannot swallow all of your pain
Like you absorbed mine.
In your heart you built my refuge.
In your chest you swallowed all of my pain
With your both hands,
You protected me from the world
With your tongue
you sang the sweetest words.
You kissed me with your eyes.
I never knew love,
I didn't see love anywhere,
I saw it in your touch
I saw it in your affection
I saw it in your tender
I could make my lap your home!
I can make my eyes your guard,
It blinks only for your satisfaction.
I can make the pulse of my heart
Your safety song.
I can carry you on my back and
Walk on the thorns
As you always did for me.
But do not stop me
From sensing
the warmth of your speech
I don't want to see you in sorrow
I want your pain to be replaced with hope
I want to replace your sadness into happiness..

286 · Aug 2014

Your Eyes

Half Dream Aug 2014

Your Eyes

Your eyes are like
Tow diamond earrings
But they took up
the worries of the world
Those eyes are too precious
To swim in sea of sorrows
I would like to carry your worries
To see them dance in joy
How can I do it?
If I was the source of their misery
Those eyes were always sad for me
And stayed up all the night
for my upbringing
Those eyes were closed
for my comfort
And it opened to hug me
Those eyes were my rainy sky
Whenever I was sick
Those tears burns my heart
Those eyes are more expensive than diamond
I wish to kiss them
And sallow all their pain.

281 · Aug 2014

Blank Page

Half Dream Aug 2014

Blank Page

I promised my diary.
I will only use black pen,
When I would write nice.
Slowly without rushing.
As the sentences with the speed of light going through my mind
I can not find my black pen.
As much my brain loves to think about today.
I can't write tonight.
I get up from my chair,
I'm throwing my words in the trash pack up my sentence.
I say the same thing anyway. Nothing change. Everything is the same.

264 · Aug 2014

In My Heart!

Half Dream Aug 2014

In My Heart!

In my heart,
Your faces is much different from what they look.
In my heart,
A barefooted homeless child
Dancing in the streets where the rain does not stop.
In my heart,
There is a kid who is never tired from racing the moon.
In my heart,
An old man dipping his finger in the loneliness..
While he is tasting it bitterly.
He knows it's his only salvation.
In my heart,
A sterile woman smiling as she hear
the heartbeat of children singing to her in paradise.
In my heart,
A strong girl still dreaming,
In my heart,
A weak girl is hiding her eyes,
When she contemplate the reality of the world.

250 · Aug 2014

To Breath Is To Write

Half Dream Aug 2014

To Breath Is To Write

Writing is our refuge,
Where we tell the truth
Without being judged,
From the moment you hold the pen,
Your soul flies to the space,
You liberate your wounded soul,
You write about love..
And you feel it,
Without being forced to practice it realistically,
You write about your grief and sadness
A stranger would read your words
And share your grief.
Writing is our life,
Writing is our third lung to breath
Writing is our escape from our beloved people.
Writing is our friend when everyone leave us.

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