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Reza Mahani Apr 2014
Can you
travel the path
without moving
or being alive
for that matter
Because I
am disintegrating
rotting
from inside
And I know myself
better
Now
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Reza Mahani Mar 2014
Mirror looking
for a place to rest
comes across  
monkey's naive heart.

Thus,  
heart reflects everyone

Everyone and monkey lie
to save face

Depression
brings the path
to monkey
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2014
Here is the secret shrine
for
thoughts of uncommited sins
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Reza Mahani Dec 2013
How frightened
How sad
did I feel
as I watched you
torturing the baby
then and again

In silence
as your eyes were shutting
I prayed
for your soul
your
*****
violated
lonely
soul

You exclaimed
''The God, who
cannot torture,
is only
a feeble excuse.''
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Reza Mahani Nov 2013
I run "you".
Reach "you",
by accident.
Who's "you"?
A father, who
could not protect
A mother, who
could not love
when most needed?
Accident
Danger
Death
I seek.
I seek "you"
hoping
this time
I am found
protected
loved
and to feel complete
once more
once again.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Reza Mahani Oct 2013
The worst thought, you know, is the thought of killing yourself. It's annoying, as hell, that's what it is. It's like you're reading a good novel, say ''The Catcher in the Rye,'' and you think you're having a good time. Then, you see this beautiful black lady and think, what if I have *** with her? But then she approaches you, and hugs you, and you feel her full, firm ******* pressing against your chest. And you think, What the **** am I doing here? What is this life anyway? And you think, I should end my life, yeah, that's what I should do. And all other thoughts, even ***, disappear, and all you can think of is how to end your life. ******* annoying, man.
This is not a poem, not a short story either, I am not sure what to call it, lol

Sunday, October 13, 2013
Reza Mahani Aug 2013
Do you hear the calls of a boy
who went to a forest
with his parents,
on a sunny, delightful afternoon?
Playing in the woods
he heard a faint voice:
''Find the magic mushrooms!
Find the magic mushrooms!"
''What are the magic mushrooms?''
''They are magical,
give you power,
make you attractive,
and you won't need your parents
anymore!''
The boy looked at his parents,
busy talking and fondling,
and he started to walk off,
following the voice,
hypnotized
by tall trees,
deep scent of wood, and
vibrant colors.
Hours went by
and he suddenly realized
the voice was gone
the sun was setting behind trees,
shadows long and frightening,
mushrooms
all deadly and poisonous,
and he could not find
his way back
anymore.

Do you hear the calls of a man
still wandering
the deep dark forest?
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Inspired by the David Cronenberg's movie, Spider
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