ماهانه

درد زنانگي

از مركزم پخش مي شود

مي رسد به مغزم

به چشم هايم

و چيزهاي مهم برايم بي معني مي شود

مهربان نيستم

اما درد آدم ها را مي فهمم

راحتم

حتي از درد زنانگي هم شكايتي ندارم.

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west

people get annoyed

by every random thing

but not the things

that are actually deeply annoying

durst

Why do we always want to be

so proud of ourselves?

and in defense of everything related to us?

5 a.m

so much later than midnight

waking up of the weight and sweat of a messy dream

and then the brain drain…

there are times like this, later than midnights, when life sounds nothing but a short term to do list.

a broken one, the one in which you are just always behind yourself, and you have done it all grey and wrong.

the spiral to do list, giving the illusion of a path.

I hurt myself, without even bleeding

I hurt myself at the deepest places.

ex. colleague now

I asked him if he can taste the freedom now

he said he does, although he had other plans…

I said, but freedom tastes better than any plan, and brings the best plans.

-sorry I am way too poetic after midnights

ah

sometimes

poetry prisons me

into having to be a soft, gentle breaking thing.

talking about butterflies and waves.

my writings are not obliged to pass a beautiful message

or to make stars in your eyes.

I often need to write

only to set my own self free

to write about the absurdity of life and everything in it

about my rage and the ugly sides of me

or sometimes about wanting people

to get the hell out of my horizon.

dark spot

She dies once everyday

in the middle of day and night,

hardly lives a full single breath.

what sign of life do you expect from her?

Rejection

What I went for yesterday,

was more a strategy of failure.

the habit of giving up on who you really are.

I can not write for others, and I can not dance for others.

I refuse to exist for others or to serve their eyes,

because my vision is not to be what they want to see. freedom is my forever moto.

I let them go,

I let them leave my horizon.

Then right away, I refocus on my momentos joy

in a still vast vast field

remained to me

free of crossing thoughts.

I dare.

If you find your judgement fair,

then why do you stand there

pointing at me?

convince me.

help me see through.