My quill I dipped in snow
Instead of ink
The words forever flowed
And inspiration never failed
I wrote some more
And words were golden
They were pure and innocent
Just like the snowflakes
Falling from the sky
I kept on writing
Pouring out the emotions
Felt deep within my heart
Even those emotions
And feelings I have had
That I could never describe
I now could describe
My quill of snow
Never failed to produce
The words I have longed to utter
The feelings I longed to describe
But felt a loss of words for
Finally the words came
And I never felt more happy
I sighed a sigh of happiness and bliss
I dipped my quill in snow
And oh, how the words did flow
Like a stream forever flowing
In it's own special way
I dipped my quill in ice
And finally
My little dream of ecstasy
All too soon
Came to an end

*~Marian~

I am the
Fox.

And these
Demons
are the
hounds.

Their pursuit
is endless.

And my
need to flee is
my wanting
to survive.

Most of these choices
evolved from
random thoughts.
The learned way had
been abandoned.

The air held hostility
and the peoples
minds were
polluted
with a threatening view
of the world.

There was still trust
in the talking heads
and trust in the
Novocaine.

I found I could
drink and use
and be able to
stay cool while
everyone else
was panicking.

A radio played
and the lyrics rang true.
"Trust in me and fall
as well."

The pigeons sat on
wires in groups like
gray clouds full of
anxiety and doubt.

Stray dogs shared
negative thoughts
and ran the streets
with pink tongues
swinging from
in between
stained and bloodied
canines.

The moon took
flight and produced a new
era of paranoia.
A Fleeting feeling of
worry and reasons
blew in with the
wind.

I closed the door and
thought out loud.

Why risk it all
and step out
into the world when
I look around and
listen hard and find
so many reasons
to avoid it.

It hurts
It hurts to see you go through this pain,
Everyday,
It hurts to see through your smile,
Through that hideous, exaggerated laughter of yours.
It hurts to see the truth behind those puppy dog eyes,
It hurts to see straight through your lies.
It hurts that you ATTEMPT to lie or cover up.
It hurts that you're up to the point where you CAN'T go on.
It hurts that my efforts are useless,
It hurts that I'm hurting you in the process,
It hurts that no matter how hard I try -
I'm pushing you further away.
It hurts that you can't talk to me.
It hurts that you can't even look me in the eye.
It hurts when you cry or experience pain.
I can't help but cry too, with you.
It's hurting.
It's hurting you...
It's hurting.

©Maniba Kiani  24/10/13

There's an angel I wish to bring alive,
On the canvas of your heart,
Through the brush of my mind,
And the colours of my words.

Be prepared to be astounded,
As she's nothing ordinary,
For even the stars above,
Envy her pristine beauty.

To begin with her eyes,
they are the twin moons,
A single look into them,
And you will swoon..

Her smile..
Oh that gracious smile!
That soft glow of moonshine,
On a dark summer's night!

Her veil of silky hair,
Will leave you mesmerized,
As they dance
To the soft blowing breeze..

Her gentle whisper;
Her cheering voice:
A bundle of innocence,
That will bring you joy!

Come, walk with her a mile,
For she's that butterfly,
That will wreck havoc,
With a bunch of crazy smiles!

Hold her hand,
And you'll witness the eternity fade,
Embrace her heart,
And you'll bow to her angelic grace!