Missing in Action--
that would be me--
I hide out in my dark room
sometimes afraid
to leave the gloom
but when I finally
find my way back here
I always find writes
that seem so perfect and dear
and I wonder why
it takes me so long
to come back here to read
when so oftentimes
that I do--
it sparks the hidden need
I feel for connection
for all you amazing poets here
thank you, dear poets
for helping me to clear
a path to a new and improved me
I hope I'll be here more often
and that you all
will be happy, safe, healthy and free...

You are a child
Taking me above to your paradise
Embracing tightly
I  afraid of such a flight.

And you are a mother
Careful of my grooming
Chiding me often
For my carelessness
In looking after myself.

We are inseparable.

So I fear,
I should not be
Your incompetent protector
When we fall.

I feel
If accidents don’t happen
We have an excellent life.

دوست دارم در خیابان ها برقصم
تو لب هایت را به من بده
من گوشواره هایم را می آویزم

i like to dance in the streets
give me your lips
i can hang my earrings

HOW CAN A WOMAN
                        BECOMES
                        PREGNANT ?!

I feel so horrible
the pain is just so irresistible
like Clair Huxtable

I can't think
i want to eat and drink
but i'm afraid it wont sink

I was told
i was found drunk and cold
dying and yet i'm not even old

Choking on my own puke
the beer hit me like a nuke
my survival was a fluke

I thought i wanted to die
but i'm so happy i'm alive
time to throw the beer outside