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قَهقَرا
– دیگه نه از نقاشی چیزی می فهمم نه از تو؛ حالا خوبه باز رَنگا هستن، رَنگا کمتر نیاز به فهمیده شدن دارن، اونا هستن. ولی خیلی از هم دور شدیما؛ تو این وانفسا این چشمای تو مونده بود که هنوز گاهی می شد...
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Dear Diarrhea
– Dear Diarrhea, You resemble Things that fade Like the burden Off my shoulder The painful gift of awe This promise was For me The moment though Was not As autumn that Does bring A turning point For...
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Not to be
– When darkness falls upon my eyes- Through winter’s plight of passing pain I’m nowhere to be found and then- I’m lost again, I fade. Through days of sunlit morrow land- Redundancies of thought,...
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Gone
Artwork: Times of transition by Michelle Jader – Dear those who dared to die, Was it painful or- A moment of divine? What was the thing that died? Our soul, the self, the mind? Or something not...
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Minoo & Ganymede
~ Your thoughts of thanatopsis- Exuberance, fatigue, Go gather in a bundle; many-toned. On a day-not far from this- Hoist it unfurled- A thousand-colored, many-pieced sail. Set out to the sea, Ulysses....
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دُزد
~ ما را چه آمد؟ سراسر دروغ شدیم. از آن نگاه اثری نماند، آن نور دیگر نبود. آوازها مان در پیله ای به تکرار ماند. هراس، تشویش، انزوا- آرام جانم، تو نگاهبان خورشید بودی- و من آتش دار شعر اشتیاق. چگونه به...
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Glint
No eyes A stare at me Seamlessly ablaze History of times Gains a gleaming glow Of gratitude and might They beckon With their presence This brooding look of awe The thrust Of fears abundant The...
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Note to a prior self
Artwork: ‘Echoes’ by Reality Must Die You say that your shit is real. Well, so is mine. It’s just that my shit looks very different from yours. You see, my shit has been about dropping… More
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The Light
In a world Where good intentions Are taken For malice- Aforethought Painstakingly keep trace of The moon You call me A lunatic That bites I’m lost in Translation Between what is And what if And… More
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The Shape of Need
The Lilac dancing swiftly Doesn’t matter who is who We are really, truly one Words are spoken to you Telling thoughts that are said To a someone’s soul called me Where have you truly been?… More
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