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Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Cycle

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Cycle

i’m

    began                                        back


     i                                                            again

where                                              at

    from                                   the

       place

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Love

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Vivian M Lockwood

Love

It's like soda-
Bubbly. Sweet.
It's like sun-
Warm. Bright.
It's like movies-
Neverending. Timeless.

#love #poem #it #how #feels

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

i think i maybe hate to admit when something's finished

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

terra nova

i think i maybe hate to admit when something's finished

recently i've found my
eyelids heavy and my neck
too weak for my head and a
gravitational pull calls my
consciousness down into the
dark and when i wake it's to
people saying,
"you shouldn't stay up so late".
i nod no, thinking of the nights
when the time seems slipping through
the cracks in my heart and i can't
bear to close my eyes for fear of
missing something. it's my private
starlight patch; cool air in my
hot head and the sound of nothing
on the streets like after-rainfall.
the still quiet calm of 2am and the
curling toes and the dark, always
- undeniably - the end.

#solitude #late #tired #sleepless #nights

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

two hundred and seventy seven

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

madeline may

two hundred and seventy seven

there is water in my lungs, darling
I'm choking, suffocating
my face is beginning to match the sky and
I'm not sure I can feel my fingers
but I think I feel more at my farthest extremities
than I've ever really felt for us

for the last two hundred and seventy-six days
I've wondered how I would breathe
if you ever left my side

but never for a minute did I consider
that I might be the one to leave you

i love you and you love me but i don't think i love us anymore
do i want to spend the rest of my life in safe, comfortable, mediocre love?
or do i want the rush of heartbreak and fear and passion to kick the life back into me?

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

elephant crying

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Raj Arumugam

elephant crying

I  did a gig last night
at the local bar - Moderation Inn,
they called it

and  I played the piano
late into the night -
the usual tunes, the usual crowd:
friends and lovers
people talking aloud
no one who drank in moderation;
couples dancing...when I noticed
an elephant in the corner
crying,
and I said to the elephant
even as I continued playing:
"Recognise the tune?"

"No,"  said the elephant,
shaking its head
*"I recognise the ivory"

...dark humour...

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Beethoven in his grave

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Raj Arumugam

Beethoven in his grave

just a few days after Beethoven was buried
the local drunk heard
music over the composer's grave;
the priest came running
and he said a few prayers
and crossed the air and his chest;
the Mayor came running
and wondered if
this would be it: big dollars and tourism

and so they called for an expert in music
who listened with them
to the ninth Symphony being played
inside the grave
but backward;
and then each other symphony
from the eighth
to the first,
each played backward -
and then, duly composed, the guest expert
made his proclamation:
*There is nothing to worry
about this phenomenon
and this will end soon:
it is merely Beethoven decomposing

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

My Sister

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Brianna

My Sister

There was something so delicate in the way she told me she was scared; it was almost hypnotic.
She was a liar.
It was beautiful the way she held her head high and took the punishment she knew she would get; it was terrifying.
She was a fighter.
The day she took that fist and punched that girl was the day I knew I had lost her; She wasn't innocent anymore.
She was trouble.
We were never close ya know? We never said 'I love you' or 'Have a great day' no... we were just there.
She was gone.
But today I felt bad... I wanted to tell her it would be okay and that she could get out of this rut if she wanted to... but I knew that wasn't happening.
She was changing.
She would turn into our mother soon.. a lowlife nothing.
There was something painful watching her grow up..
Because as much as I wanted to hate her for who she became...
*She was my sister.

I wish things were different for you... you don't have to be her.

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

2:04pm

Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh

Haych

2:04pm

...even if I tried putting words together to describe her, I'd fail, because she's so much more...

I wanted to write about my baby sister
but some things are just so beautiful and fragile that words aren't enough to describe them.
She's a little bundle of sunshine tho <3
I love her to bits!
-H

#sister #my #baby #bundleofsunshine