Boredom

Boredom is all I have seen these days

It goes on and on and never ends

Days come and go with nothing new

All the same and news is few

Predictable my days have become

For they happen again and again all along

It is like I am stuck in time

Time passes but it is as if it does not

Time causes changes, but not for me

Same thing everyday is hell for me

Hell! Hell my life has become

I'd rather see it end than have it going on

I look for a cause to live, but none is there

Life without cause is death itself.

I was watching Two and a Half Men on TV. In that episode Charlie was writing a song about his evil mother. I made some changes and it is complete now ;)

Here we go:

"M" is for the misery that she caused
"O" is for the other things as well
"T" is for the traitor who's my brother
"H" is for the hippie that's his son
"E" is for the evil that she is
"R" is for the rifle in my mouth
Put them together and it's "mother"
But it's only half of what my feeling is

I Wish I Could Forget...

When I see her it is as if a dagger pierces my heart,
It is like that my whole world is on fire,
She is standing there in all her glory,
She is all, but just a memory to me.
How can I forget that she was once the one I loved?
That she loved me too, but today she has another in heart.
A stranger now I am, but one who has a past,
We loved each other so well we thought that it would last.
But she called it quits and left me all alone,
The one I thought would never go was there with me no more.
Now every time I see her all I feel is pain,
Those sweet times have passed, what has remained is pain,
Pain, pain and pain is all my past has become,
Forgetting is sweet, of which I am deprived.
I wish I could forget, but I just cannot
Damn you my past love
Pain you have become…

My Blue Essence of Writing

When I lost it
All was lost for me
It was blue and I was blue when I was left alone without it
All my days depended on it
I could no longer write without it
It was what made my writings possible
The essence of writing it was
My Staedtler mechanical pencil

I Remember [My First Love]

The waves and the wind slap me in the face to
Remind me of what a fool I was to fall for you
I came to you with my heart wide open
But you left me with one whose pieces are broken
A broken heart can be mended
BUT
The traces of those cracks are always there
To remind
Me of of an unfortunate past
The one not to forget
But one to last
I may fall in love again
But in fact, none will mend my heart and those cracks.
You left me with a bad taste of love in mouth so
I shall never fall in love again in truth
Cause I fear that I may lose him/her at once
And being left with broken pieces behind.
First love may come easy, but if it goes
Regret is what is left to deal with bruise.

Damn You...

You thought you made me feel good,
But you were only a tool.
Thought I was in love with you,
But I’m not such a fool.
You left me in loneliness saying all it was, is over,
That you and I could not make it,
It’s time to get it over.
Though not in love, we still could be friends,
But you showed your shitty colors and got the fuck away.
I was always honest, but that didn’t seem to suit you,
Honesty in relations? Not for an idiot like you.
Truth may sound bitter, but is better than the lies,
Lies did seem to make you happy,
Damn you! The lies make you happy?!
You were in love with me? How come that to be true?
You left me all on my own when I most needed you.
Betrayal is what you did, you dim-witted princess,
You never knew what love was though claimed it in your thesis.
Get real, bitch! This ain’t no fairy tale,
True love hurts , was it supposed to be easy anyway?!
It seems to me I was in love, I truly was a fool,
You played your game real nice,
I was a doll for you.
Fuck you! Wherever you are.
Though I may care for you still,
You left nothing, but pain with me.
Ruin is all you were,
Burn in the depths of hell!

Loneliness

There are many around me,
But it is like that there is none.
I feel so lonely,
I wish I was going to die.
Loneliness you loyal friend,
Never left my side.
I’m filled with emptiness,
Of which there is no escape.
I’ll be gone forever,
There is nowhere for me to stay.
Loneliness the pain,
But also the cure.

Vanity...

Vanity is everywhere,
Like it is something to be proud of.
People talk about their life,
Like the most glorious thing of all.
They talk like they know everything,
That they are the best at what they do.
Such pride is an awful thing,
It destroys you in the eyes of people around.
Pride is what makes you blind,
Causes you to be undone.
Pride is of what afraid you must be afraid,
The greatest Deadly Sin of them all.

HIV

There never has been anything like it,
That HIV [virus] rules them all.
Nothing comes even close in terms of lethality,
It kills not by its own hands, but with that of others.
It is the king that commands them,
All others act on his behalf.
It conquers the immune system
and makes way for its soldiers to attack.
They kill, but in the end it was HIV that caused all this.

Hell for Me...

Is it hell or is it a nightmare?
All I knew was that it was terrible indeed
Soon I realized it was mere reality
But why? What had I done to deserve such torment?
It was all I feared before my eyes:
A miscellany of the utmost terrible things I had avoided all my life.
A feeling of embarrassment and shame was brought upon me by those events
I always was a timid man avoiding making myself look like a fool.
All this was Mephistopheles’ witchcraft
He in the disguise of that wicked man was doing all this to me
That man was my own shadow of sins
The one I had hidden inside had escaped the bones surrounding him.
Mephistopheles, the damned one, showed me the true face of myself.
It made me shiver in fear of being damned by God.
It was the moment I was awakened,
the moment I realized something must be done.
So I stood up and fought the evil in me for reaching the salvation promised by God.
Shall I succeed? Is it too late? All this still in my mind goes on and on and on…

Four Years...

This is a poem I have written in honor of my 4 years of studying English literature in Persian Gulf University.

Here we go:


Four years it’s been,
What have I done?
These years have taught me a life of eternity.
But no! These immortal years cannot be measured in time.
Time betrays us all,
Those memories of the past flew in a blink of an eye
What is left is our sad and happy feelings of nostalgia
Oh! It flew…

My Left Hand

I feel the trembling of my left hand.
For why you tremble so old friend?
Of old age? No! Not it.
Those hardships life has brought thee,
Has made you old in soul while young in life.
Rise, Old friend! Duty calls…
For you must tell what has been untold,
For what we’ve seen and done,  none has seen nor (has) believed.
Thou art my friend the hand of left that tells the “right“.

The Cockroach

To call it perfection, no, that’s not it
That dark brown skin is like no other
That hue puts fear in the hearts of men
No other creature of this little size has such power

Its legs as swift as the west wind
It travel so fast eyes lose sight of it
Worries go on and on to find where it dwells
Almighty cockroach it is,
The tiny creature of unlimited power.
Bow you all to its greatness!

Youth Is Gone...

Once I was strong and wild
Then winter came and took my pride
Left no hope to cling onto
My spring so young was gone
Pride raises soul too high
Lets go of your hand at the top
Wrecked soul’s now all I got
Faithless mind and empty gut

Thoughts...

I was a young boy passing by
Saw a madman crossing by
Cut the corner to evade
His wild acts that made me fear
But the madman could be me
Judging wrongly what I see
How could he mean me any harm
By just passing by the farm?
In the end I was alone
Feeling guilty by my home
Thoughts do betray the gift of sight
Make the calmest things go wild
Guilty is the man I am
Misjudging a faulty dance

Prometheus

Prometheus is to blame

to gift the man with stolen flame

did he not already know

of man’s corrupted nature so?

Man’s evil kind did wrong (to)

put precious flame to abuse

ruined lives like none other

even gods such not aspire
.

Why he who was wisest would

endanger his life so grand

to bestow men with with such a gift

so to destroy love and peace?

Maybe Zeus done rightly so

torturing him in endless sore.

Prohibited were men from fire

was such great Zeus’s command

Prometheus why did thee so?

Prometheus why did thee so?