My mom sleeping in the mornings
Asleep in the mornings
Sitting in the car some days
Seeing the city in blue
I don't like the car seats
Smelling smoke and sweat
I Always vomiting in them as a child
Jasmine and mom
A mother and a daughter
Nastaran, a sister
I don't like scarves wearing by force
I love to live in a city having a sea...


مادرم صبح می خوابد
مادرم صبح ها خواب است
من بعضی از روزها در ماشین ها می نشینم
شهر را آبی می بینم
صندلی ماشین ها را دوست ندارم
بوی دود و عرق راننده را می دهند
وقتی بچه بودم
همیشه در آن ها استفراغ می کردم
یاسمن
و
مامان
یک مادر و دختر بودند
نسترن یک خواهر بود
من روسری های به زور نشسته را دوست ندارم
من دوست دارم
در شهری زندگی کنم
...که دریا داشته باشد

remain silent

until you get peace

thoughts can hinder your

joy

I prefer silence

rather than

a smart mouth

To say that you love me would make me an Ersatz being,
A substitute
An inferior entity woven like nylon;
Over
And
Over,
To be used as a shirt.
Nothing more than to cover another's body
To hide them in synthetic fibres,
A spurious masks.

I never get tired of the perpetual winding
Of untrue nature.
I am unsound like polyester,
No soft cotton.
Unpick my threads
Each stitch as rough as my skin.
Pull out my stuffing
And cut through my back.  
                              
                                        Throw me to the side.

Then buy a new doll.

Hello, everyone on Hellopoetry!

Interestingly, I have just created a website that has my poetry, short stories, and articles that I have written throughout my life.
Hopefully, you take sometime and check it out! Thank you:

https://whatweweretaught.com/

there are times when you

work mechanically.

you don't feel like

a human.

you don't feel

life.

all you focus is

a rat race.

*Even if you won the race you would be a big rat.

They say all's well that ends well
And maybe that is why
I'm not happy with the situation I'm in
Without you here in my life

Must be because it never ended
The day you said we're through
You were so sure when you walked out the door
But I never did stop thinking bout you

They say happiness is where the heart is
And yours is not in attendance
As I rely on mine, one beat at a time
While yours goes about its business

A heart that is self employed
A one person operation
As I sit at home filling out forms
With you no longer taking applications

They say time is the mighty healer
If so, physician heal thyself
Though there's no magic pill that ever could heal
Why am I just now finding this out

After I've already contracted the sickness
Without you not sure I'll regain my health
On the street the word is there's no cure
The way I see it now, this can't end well

Good and bad days are
Results of your actions

So, Don't complain

Just enjoy the moment

*Remember in many cases

You are just an observer

Rather than an active participant

Don't look for God,
He is always with you.

Instead, show his Love to others
With your Kindness.

*You Smile and the World will Smile

After All We All made of same Star Dust