Mahtob

I can’t get you out of my head.
From the darkness, I remember sitting on the bed
playing the game as you passed the sadness ahead.
Face to face, “yes” is what I recall you said.

Then it was chaos and all went astray
black was white and white was gray
the rhymes ceased and so did the play
your kind heart struck me with dismay.

I passed the happiness to my brother.
He listend as I told the story of my lost lover;
perhaps her act and play was all a cover,
maybe all along her sights were on another

that night we were on the bed,
all of those things you said.
Little did I know you’d choose that way,
little did you know I was left in dismay.
Such is life when you pursue a false endeavour,
I will always remember sitting on that bed…forever

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By: Omeed Askari

October 09, 2009, 10:01am

with every click of the mouse
a part of the past flashes by

a broken soul twists and turns
churns and spurns. It never learns.

the pins hit quick and hard.
All the pieces, all the shards

quiver, tremble, burn, and fall.
Every exchange, quick and dull;

I took the risk and I fell.
I confined myself to this hell.

With every resurgence a new strike blows;
back on the ground facing new lows.

Sometimes it’s hard to fall asleep,
thinking of you makes me weak

in a way that creates an insomniac
a torturous consciousness, a mental wrack.

The rower is out and the weather is glum
he now realizes he is deaf and dumb.

nothing gets through. He needs to flee,
but the ores have sunken so painfully.

Abandoned and alone, a storm he shal face,
floating above a sea of disgrace,
only himself left to embrace.

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By: Omeed Askari

September 28, 2009, 11:14pm