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Pouya 1d
Down the river,
Depleting my anger,

Chasing sunset,
With a fixed mindest!

Growing houseplants,
Just like a house pet.

Unleashing my isolation,
With a lot of dissociation
Aurora 1d
I was surrounded by darkness.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a saviour—my knight in shining armour.
There you were, showering me with love and care.
There I was, blinded by my own glimpse of imagination.

When times were tough, I closed my eyes and ran into your arms.
You held me close and wiped my tears; I felt so safe in your embrace.
I didn’t want to let go, even when I knew you weren’t real.

I gave you a name, added yours to mine.
I gave you a family, added me to yours.
I gave you a job, and associated with you.
I gave you a dream, and helped you follow.
I made you a hero—and me, your heroine.

You were so perfect, so charming.
You had all the answers to my problems.
The voices around me told me to wake—but I couldn’t, wouldn’t.
Because some part of me knew I’d lose you the moment I did…..
She walks on toes, in silence dressed,

As if her presence is a guest.

Years of echoes, sharp and rough-

Too loud, too soft, not good enough.

Too much, too little-constant doubt,

That made her want to phase right out.



Compliments land like drops on stone,

They touch but never claim her bone.

“You’re strong, your kind, you shine so bright”-

But her own voice dims all that light.

“They don’t know you”, it softly sighs,

“The fear you mask, the truth you hide.”



She second-guesses every sound-

Each word returns, a ghost abound,

Haunting her in nightmare’s hush,

When the world has lost its rush.



Still-she's learning, step by step,

Through every wound she’s ever kept.

To trust the view that others see-

Not brokenness, but bravery.



Not the girl once coldly told

Her worth was something bought or sold,

A maybe, shifting, not quite real-

Just based on how she made them feel.



But the woman who still wakes each day,

Who shows up, even when afraid.

Who loves with scars the world can see,

And dares to think; “I might be me.”



Perhaps her pride does not yet roar,

But hums beneath her, evermore.

A steady thrum, a whispered song,

That tells her she’s been strong all along.



Her pride may not yet roar or rise,

But hums beneath-her quiet prize.

A steady thrum, a whispered song,

That says she’s been strong all along.





She's not quite there-but still she tries,

And wipes the doubt out from her eyes.

And sometimes, in the mirrors gleam,

She catches glimpses of the dream.



The woman others swear is true-

And in that flash, believes it too.
Mirage of lives,
Ever tell me current lies.
Mirage of time,
Sever bells that cries.
I live today,
But I died tomorrow.
I live today,
To see the old of me present.
Dead memories,
Unknown reality,
What shall wake me,
treacherous why.
Pouya 4d
Sitting in the crowd,
Let them think I'm crazy.

Let me let go of ego,
Let me drop that mask.

Power is within, now.
Freedom is here, now.

Am I crazy — or awake?
I'm feeling alive, now.
This poem was inspired by a real moment — I sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the city's chaos, letting go of the need to be seen a certain way. I allowed myself to be judged, maybe even seen as crazy. But for me, it was a raw moment of ego death and inner freedom.
If knowledge is governed
                      By its narrowest point
                      Defined
                      Judged
­                      Evaluated
                                 ­           By width
I'll stay slim
               Look Deeper within
               Search for that without certificate
               Love
               Humility
               Compassion
               Divinity
Nurture only that which I wish to flourish
every word i ever wrote is for you,
every breath i ever took is for you.
you're the version of me that lives on in my head,
kept alive by the lives that i haven't lived.
you're the reason why i'm still here.
i'm afraid,
i'm afraid of the stillness that captures the thoughts
and refuses to give them back.
there you are.
all these years between us, but there you are.
there i am, all alone, cold and terrified
of the day that will come, but i'm still here,
locked up in a room inside my mind.
you're alive, so alive despite everything,
and i owe you a second chance at life.
you're the reason why both of us aren't dead.
every breath i ever took is for you,
every word i ever wrote is for you.
there's something wrong with my head.
minutes turn into days, days turn into nothingness,
fall through me like i'm made of holes,
scars form where grass used to grow.

i'm in the middle of an uninhabited desert,
i'm in a crowd, so dense there's barely room for a breath.
my thoughts follow their own footsteps,
caught in a game of hide-and-seek with myself.

i should've paid more attention to chemistry,
because i think my brain is missing some vital element,
one that would finally show me how to be whole.
but there is something wrong with my head.
Pouya 5d
Talking abundance
Or
Be abundant?

World of difference!
I was born
with questions in my mouth.
Why do wolves howl?
What do bees dream?
Will I ever be held
the way that the ocean's depths
hold secrets?
*
I pressed my hands
into the cool dirt of every mystery,
removed them to find earth under my nails,
ink on my palms,
and a smile I still cannot explain.

They tried to tell me:
not everything needs to be known.
But how could I keep from exploring
when every whisper of the wind,
every caw of the crows,
every daisy's petal,
tells me there is more.

They tried to tell me:
Pandora's jar is just Eden's apple
wearing a new name -
blooming only sorrow,
but can we really know the light
without the dark?

Hope was the last thing breathing.
She was caught in the looking glass,
unable to speak,
and I thought her reflection
looked an awful lot
like me.
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