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  Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh
Raj Arumugam
How are writers born? What do they suffer? Do writers have to be famous? Are writers so used by readers and the characters and the stories? Does every writer end up all right?


1
"Sammy baby
You’ve got all these voices
in your head, baby"

"Is that a bad thing, mom?
Is that gonna hurt me, mom?"

2
"No, Sammy baby, cause
You’re a writer baby
You’ve got all these voices in your head
You’re a star baby
and all these people want your hands
They’re screaming to come out
They’re saying:
'Let us out'
cause you’re a writer baby"


2
"They talk to me, mom
They say: 'Please, Sammy –
give us a name;
tell our story'"

“Cause you’re a writer, baby Sammy
and  it doesn’t matter
if you live unknown
and be famous after you die
But you’re a writer
and you do what you must do
Give voice to these people
and all their lives
You may become awkward socially
and grow old to be a recluse
but with ‘em people in your head
and as a writer, you’ll be perfect
My Sammy, baby
cause you’re a writer, baby
I carried you to be a writer
You’re born to be a writer
Sammy baby, Sammy baby"


But sometimes it gets so lonely, mom…they only want to talk when they want; then they leave me alone, unwanted…used…and you’ve left me too, mom…you’re nowhere in the rooms or anywhere…
...poem based on the lives of various writers like J.D. Salinger and Kafka, to name just two...
Neda Zeidieh Oct 2014
When you walk by, my stomach tingles
My cheeks blush and turn soft pink
With you all day i'd like to mingle
But with you all day i can not interlink
Maybe one day your heart will jingle
And maybe, just maybe about me you'll think!
Girls and crushes :)
Neda Zeidieh Oct 2014
We began solid rock
Just you and me
You loved me and i loved you too
We had an understanding
That when an object is in motion
It should continue on forever
We were in motion on and on
-------
Until that rule was broken
And we suddenly stopped moving
Gravity had interfered
And falling back we had returned
And i checked back on that rock
Not much solid it was as before
I thought i loved you
and you thought you loved me too
But to every action there is a reaction
Like every beginning has an end
Our relationship was still young
but had gradually disappeared
Like a ghost
That slowly    
f a d e d    
a   w  a  y
When it had accepted it didn't belong !
* This ones about a friend that i thought was one of my closest until we just gradually started getting to de-know each other and we grew apart until the relationship faded away like a ghost.
Ps:- of course i had to include a little bit of my physics major in one of my poetry pieces :)
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a vast ocean
Taking me from side to side
Taking me inside
Then pulling me outside
As hard as a fist
As a granite
As hard as a heart

The eyes are mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a deep ocean
Always floating on the surface
Never reaching the bottom
Never finding a way
A dead end
Never finding a path

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like an empty ocean
Not an island
Not a rock
Not a dream
Not a boat
Not a life
Not a hope

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your soul is a dead ocean.
  Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh
ally m
happiness never stays with me.
it merely touches me, leaves a memory
and then slips away—just like you did.
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