Mahtob

A kiss is as simple as two lips touching
Yet as complicated as the millions, billions, and trillions of electrons vibrating against one another
Breathing life into the chemicals that create your DNA
The piece of print that creates our being
That encodes your personality, your likes, dislikes and the
unlimited amount of love that can be expressed from the simplicity of a kiss.

a kiss. it’s a symbolic gesture. You are saying so without saying anything at all
you’re telling her “i trust you” and if she reciprocates, so many doors open and shut at the same time.
It says i love, i care, i trust; love me, want me, trust me, hold me. Kiss. Me. A.Gain.

a kiss. it means so much and sometimes we just give it away
sometimes it’s wasted on someone random, whether night or day
they come in many forms and can be done in many a way
they can be on the cheek, the lips and the duration can make a world of difference.
One second could mean i want to spend the rest of my life with you and ten minutes of tongue can mean I won’t remember this when the sun rises.

a kiss. sometimes a mistake. A pity when we just give it away.

a kiss. It’s like it’s own language in a big way. on the cheek can mean hello friend, it can be innocent and harmless
or if it lingers it can mean hey. let’s get lost in bliss.

a kiss. it’s like a key into your heart, your world. your soul.

a kiss. it can make your tears sweet or sour. sad or happy. excited or glum. One can make your skin tingle with excitement. Yet watching it be given to someone else can make your dermis feel on fire. A kiss can take you to heaven on earth or hell in your own mind.

a kiss. we only have so many to give away before it starts to mean nothing at all.
It’s like the green dollars put away in your wallets, once you start spending it irresponsibly you forget it’s value.
Don’t let this happen to you. Don’t let your kiss mean nothing at all, don’t let your kiss let you or someone else fall, don’t let your kiss be forgotten in the ray of the sun
in the morning when you wake up not knowing where you are and are frantically getting.your.clothes.on.

a kiss. respect it. value it. love it.

by: Omeed Askari

January 29, 2010, 2:21am

You know when her eyes see yours and the world is instantaneously better?
You know when her hand feels yours and you feel you could live forever?
You know when her scent reaches your nose and it’s like you’re inside heaven’s gates?
you know when her lips kiss yours and you know you’ve found your soul mate?

And then, you know when you look into her eyes,
and they’re just a bit too shy?
When you feel her hand
and it’s nervous as a clam?
When you kiss her lips and
that’s all it is…just you,
kissing her lips…

You know when she can’t look you in the eye
to tell you there is someone else
When you feel your heart tear to shreds
as you try to tell yourself it will all be well,

even though it all seems like a dream from hell.

Like a dream from hell.

December 04, 2009, 5:13pm

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

—

By: Omeed Askari

October 09, 2009, 10:01am

Today is any day, in any month, in any year.

It is any time and many men get on many trains.

Many men with many titles, many suits, who’ve made many gains.

They enter many doors, see many seats, and sit many ways.

The trains depart at many stations,

All sharing, a common destination.

A place where happiness is stored in a wall,

in a vault with guards, cameras, and all.

Train one is about to leave station A.

The seats are filled and space is packed.

A doctor steps in filling the last possible space,

leaving a girl on the platform separated from her mother.

He feels terrible at first but comforts himself,

“There is nothing more I can do to help.”

Train two is about to leave station B.

The station is crowded and the doors haven’t opened.

A Entrepreneur and owner of this train,

Stands up to shout in a tone so vain.

“There’s too little room for all to get on,

highest bidders first till all space is gone!”

Train three is five minutes from departing station C.

The station has none inside but three.

Politicians in a hurry, ready to leave.

To the driver they go and offer a bribe,

“Leave now good sir, and a bonus your union shall receive!”

Train four is about to leave station D.

The doors are open but the train is full.

An economist arrives at the station,

Pushing through crowds like a bull.

An accomplice exits the train to let him on.

“Time is money,” he goes on,

“So I paid this man to reserve my seat,

in order to have time to relax and eat!”

They all depart within minutes of each other.

Heading to the station at the end of the line.

The passengers urge the drivers to speed,

“Ignore the red lights, no warnings we need!

A crash and a boom, all trains have collided,

Metal and bones severely divided.

Today is any day, in any month, in any year.

It is any time and any man has heard all the commotion.

He is at the destination, fear restricting any motion.

Every couple seconds or so he hears a soft rumble

Only time can tell when the tunnel will crumble.

He enters train A, only the doctor is conscience.

“We have to remove these people,” he says.

“Only those we can save,” says the doc,

“everyone else stays!”

The doctor helps him remove the select few,

Then leaves in a hurry and bids him adue.

He saves the rest, while on his own.

Then moves to Train B, his worry has grown.

To his surprise when he enters the door.

There is one man conscious, the Entrepreneur.

“We have to remove these people,” any man says.

“The ones with full wallets I will save,

any with less to reward me stays!”

The Entrepreneur saves the rich, leaves the poor.

Quickly he does this, then exits the door.

Any man bewildered, continues to work.

All the while thinking, that man was a jerk.

When finished he exits and finds train C.

He is surprised to find only three.

All three politicians were pointing a finger,

Not realizing, what a danger it was to linger.

Any man yelled for them to leave,

Unwilling to listen,

The argument continued, without reprieve.

Only when all were safe, he would be relieved.

Pain in his ankles and pain in his wrist,

He arrives at train four to find the economist.

“We have to remove these people” any man says.

“Those strong enough to get out survive.

and the weak stays!”

The economist walked out without regard,

Here is where Atlas shrugged and boy he shrugged hard.

Any man worked with no time to dwell,

As he left with the last, the tunnel fell.

Nobody saw him as he left the scene,

to go home to his family and his dreams.

A title was given, with no degree.

A hero he was called, so a hero he must be.

Any man thought to himself, if they only understood.

A hero is in the human heart, where titles do no good.

A standard now set for all those entitled,

To act as a hero no matter your title.

—

By: Alexander Kalish

October 05, 2009, 1:47pm

(via loveyourchaos)

October 03, 2009, 10:00am

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.

—

By: Omeed Askari

September 28, 2009, 11:14pm

(via maluna)

So true..

September 24, 2009, 1:58pm

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A Simin Behbahani Poem. Poem starts around 1:28

Simin Behbahani is one of Iran’s national poets. She is often called the Lioness of Iran. She wrote the following poem as a tribute to the violence, the protests, and the courage we saw last month, and continue to see, in Iran.

September 23, 2009, 1:57pm

Looking up all you see is gloom,
months it’s been since a flower bloomed.
The sun won’t shine and my skin wears taut.
The lack of light looms over what i sought.

Even as the moon climbs to the top,
behind the clouds it’s erie light will rot.
The stars that you’d think would shine from the abyss…
not even these lights of God can get through the mist.

We look for hope in the flower garden,
to the rose we hoped would remove this burden,
but without the flame our hope wears thin;
its pettles brittle and a dreary dim

We said to ourselves, “it must be the soil,”
avoiding the real cause, avoiding the turmoil.
Perhaps it was too dark to see the truth.
Perhaps I was cursed by her in my youth.

When ever will the sunlight shine?
I seek the day happiness will be mine;
the day that rose in the garden blooms,
the morning I awake, squinting a what looms

—

By: Omeed Askari

September 22, 2009, 1:56pm

isn’t it odd how she can make you feel;
isn’t it odd how she can make you keel?

isn’t it odd, the control she has over you;
isn’t it odd how she can convince you 0+1=2?

isn’t it odd how your stomach feels a pit;
isn’t it odd how you’d rather feel lit?

isn’t it odd that you’d jump a bridge;
isn’t it odd how she’d never walk the ledge?

isn’t it odd how you’re just a chump;
isn’t it odd how she’s a cancerous lump?

isn’t it odd how you’ll do anything in the world;
isn’t it odd how you find yourself curled?

isn’t it odd that you end up not regretting;
isn’t it odd that you end up forgetting?

isn’t it odd that you do it all over again;
isn’t it odd that there is no end?

isn’t it odd. isn’t it odd. isn’t it odd.

It Is Odd.

—

By: Omeed Askari

September 21, 2009, 1:54pm

She’s here.

I don’t recall the last time I smiled so wide.
Through the deep blue ocean tide

you would think you saw a pearl.
I think I have found her.

She has come to put me together.
She is everything I could ask for,
and often quite a bit more.
When I see her, she makes me smile,
a motion my lips have not made for a while.

But just as quick as it began,
It all blew away like sand.

Before I knew it the smile had turned upside down;
as fast as it had formed, it changed to a frown..
Her emotions fluttered and it was done,
I should have known this was to come.
These stories are always too good to be true;
she’ll always turn your red heart to dark blue.

—

By: Omeed Askari

September 20, 2009, 1:53pm

you know
you know when it was a mistake
you know
you know when hope was worthless
you know
you know when it wasn’t going to happen
you know
you know it had been over for a while now
you know
you know the response would be hollow
you know
you know it was dumb to think she’d follow
you know
you know when your efforts were ignored
you know
you know when you were careless
you know
you know when you tried to cover it up
you know
you know when your life is a facade
you know
you know
you know

I’m sick of knowing.

—

By: Omeed Askari

September 19, 2009, 1:52pm

Remember the day the world fell down?
The day the Archduke would never reach the crown.

Remember the day the Iron Cross began to walk?
The years that David’s people ceased to talk.

Remember the day the great bomb was dropped?
A day so many lost their lives on the spot.

Remember the day the curtain went up?
The day Stalin said, “enough is enough!”

Remember the start of the icy war?
It reached across so many shores.

Koreans, Afghans, Viets and more;
their countries torn apart in a silent war.

Remember the day the wall came crumbling down?
The day Lenin’s dream fell to the ground.

Remember when King stood up to the status quo?
The day Brown versus the Board caused a row.

Remember the day Kennedy was killed?
The day America’s heart was chilled.

Remember The day George Walker Bush won?
The day we realized our votes didn’t count, not even one.

Remember when the Towers came down?
The day when black became brown.

Remember the day when we went to war
for reasons based on the president’s folklore?

Remember the following years? We thought we were safe;
in actuality our rights were all raped.

Remember in ‘08 Hope was in the air
The name Obama echoed with “Care” and “Fair”.

Remember the day King’s dream came true?
The day the White House would only be half too.

Remember when we changed our nation?
When our votes were a reason for celebration,
When our votes were a loud declaration,
When we were tired of our rights’ degradation,
When we cast the ballot without hesitation,
When our votes were a type of illustration,
When He won, it was an inspiration…

My friends remember that day.
Remember what you could feel.
Remember what you could see.
For that day, WE made history.
—

By: Omeed Askari

September 18, 2009, 1:46pm

With every click
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;

He took the risk and he fell.
He confined himself 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 her makes him 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 oars have sunken so painfully.

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

By: Omeed Askari

September 17, 2009, 1:46pm

I knew it was you.
I knew it was you,
the girl in the blue.
Made my stomach churn
wondering if you would turn
around to see me and say hello.
But I knew you wanted me to go.

Away I went in a rush,
close enough for us to brush.
You noticed, I know you did.
I should have turned and said,
“Is it you, is it really you?
May I have a hug? Maybe two?
Have you missed me as I have you?”

I knew better and walked away
scurried thinking, “what would she say?”
Walking off into the distance away from chance
wondering, “what if I had asked to dance”

I turned back to test my luck,
only to be left debunk.
Had I only said hello at first,
My heart may have avoided this curse.
—
By: Omeed Askari

September 16, 2009, 1:44pm