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Jaanam Jaswani Apr 2014
We share our deficiencies:
A haven of sorrow and fury

Friendly - they say hello
In mischief and spite.
Warm or cool under your feet
They swerve near nonchalant districts
And foamy lips

Destructive - they leave without saying goodbye
A routine they developed
Over the series of washed up regrets
And maroon sediments

Attached - they stick like superglue
To the pang they forgot to tell you about
They leave and take a part with them
And inevitably imprint themselves onto you

We share our deficiencies:
A haven of sorrow and fury
To Mari - the brave one.
Alireza Zibaie Dec 2012
Not that I have nothing to say
my words are meaningless in your presence

I have nothing to give
my worth is ashes around the fire,
the heat-waves around the sun
as you are the sun

I am an entity filled with desire
thousand and one desires in one
My belongings are grains of sand, washed away
at the touch of your oceanly waves
The heat of my soul, the energy in my eyes
all drained - courtesy of your coquetry

Drunken, weak, drained, and indigent
wondering if I stand a chance

silly me.
Radwa Jul 10
Oh Look at this obscure thing I've found,
Dangling right off the edge of a cloud,
I hold it to my heart soft and sound,
Oh do come and see what I've found,
A little shell shiny and round,
Gold and captivating, simply profound,
I hold it dear to me, And ive made it my crown,
And I won't ever care, if at this others seem to frown,
My little golden shell, is not to be clowned,
But my star does not seem to ever be homebound,
And so I must return her now,
To the depths of her oceanly home is she bound,
And while I attempt to revive this deed, I hit a sharp ground,
My blood flows freely, without interruption nor sound,
And so I lay deserted, as my lips pale to blue and my hair dies to brown,
Oh to die so quietly, without ever making a sound.

— The End —