No. 16 Fat Every time I pass by a donut shop smell of coffee and the frying oil and all the pink boxes straight out a bad cop movie made in the late 90s I want to scream, don't do it, that fat is not good for you, then I step in and when I … Continue reading No. 16 Fat
Prayer
My dear, I have asked the sun to give you a kiss when you wanted a kiss next time. And the moon sitting in the sky ever so lazily, I have asked her to watch over you, when you are walking home alone at night. The wind shall carry lavender smell that you like so … Continue reading Prayer
9 – Screech
who would have guessed, if you listen closely, you can hear colors screech in pain in a Van Gogh self-portrait. My ears are bleeding a sunset. Van Gogh went out to get Absinthe and bandage, what a night we are going to have, you should come. 10.9.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman
8 – Crooked
Never cared to be straightened anyway look what happened to straightest trees I am writing this poem on a table made out of their body. No thanks, I'll stay crooked and write poetry, you live that perfect life. 10.6.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman
7 – Shy
Never been, until that time when the night opened her mouth, and through the slit, red as a fresh cut fig, you came with a thousand laughters blossoming in your mouth. 10.6.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman
6 – Sword
Who is calling my name so relentlessly Standing on the edge of the night? their voice, sharp as the damascus sword, is slicing my dreams. why are they not letting me sleep? Don't they know, sleep is the only country that I am allowed to love you. So here I am, awake as light post, … Continue reading 6 – Sword
Long
The wait time for someone to pick up the phone when you are scared; long. 10.5.17 Washington, D.C.
Underwater
Underwater There's a difference between a house that was built underwater and a house that has gone under water, One is a mystery one is ignored. one is in Atlantis, and you'll read books to your children about. one is in Puerto Rico, and you don't want to talk about. when the roses bloom more … Continue reading Underwater
Poison
Poison some fear you some hate you some love you. Some call you posion, some call you blood of christ, some call you nectar of life. Some raises a glass of you, some raises from death because of you, some just cuts the edge with you. Some never live, some never die, but tonight we … Continue reading Poison
Divided
Divided Let me be as urgent as I can. This is who we are, living lives, hunted by one ghost, or another. Chasing or being chased. Divided until nothing is left of us. selfish, loveless, and forgetful. Living lies in Carefully divided, neighborhoods, schools, hospital rooms (and quality of medical care one can receives.) so … Continue reading Divided
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