Exhale in the ocean!

The girl outside a cold room

Drawing butterflies

Looking inside a masterpiece

Behind the dusty window

Tip toeing not to bother the broken glass

Pictures by:Vladimir Kush

And the sneeze

That was about to

relieve her from all 
the pain

The cat was biting the dog

close to chickens dancing

She watered the plant

it had the everlasting smile

promise of new growth

close to Jack’s bean stock

above the clouds

far from the cherished broken glass

 

Waiting for her to exhale in the ocean

and wash herself free

p.k

                                                                       Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

  (This is this week's poem! :) If you are reading my poems I would love to know what you think! Cheers! Parissa :))

The innocence of thought

Pictures:Vladimir Kush

No one will know how I bled away

The way I mourned the loss of my virginity

In a flash

A black line was made on white

 

THE INNOCENCE OF THOUGHT

The tragedy of naivete

No one will ever read

The tears drawn on paper

You forced me

Truth

The bitter syrup

How I drank till the end

And still lived

In the corner of nowhere

Or so I thought

 

Listening to reality barking

With a tune

While I bled

Coloring paper with tears

No one will ever read the color

Or know

The innocence that was stolen from me

Standing in the corner of nowhere

As I believed stories of wild flowers

Laughing

Before you fed me that syrup

 How can we ever sew back?

Threads of a torn heart

As I’ve bled all my tears

As I’ve washed the innocence away

Then the light brightened the room

I saw you clear

How you did to my heart

Will it ever smile again?

Now that you shine

And the new light

In the color of my nightmare

In a corner where I bled all the innocence away!

p.k

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

Picking up tears on the Sand

Pictures:Vladimir Kush

The whole day I sat in the ruins

Picking up tears

Watching sand pour all over me

The whole day I watched the duck fly!

Fire took root

My whole house broke down to the ground

And the meadows too 

 

I saw a frightened deer in the corner of nowhere

Looking to the horizon

Lost

In the shape of her mother

I watched with no shoes

My wings burn

Picking up tears with no hands

I hid under what seemed to be

A shadow of a dream

“Smile”  I said

I stopped in my tracks

Smile followed

I ran after laughter

I was deaf

I could only hear tears

I coughed blue blood

Smile stopped

I shook its hand

We became friends

Only for the night

Too many stars

It was too bright

 I could only see

Tears, ocean, smile

Me and no you

I couldn’t sleep

The night too orange

My dream too pink

And I laughed while picking tears on the sand

There it was, the pearl inside my heart

I kept choking on

I tried to take cover

The ceiling was too short

The flower was too wild

You picked the wrong flower!

The flowers you wanted!

But I wanted a vase

I had a hiccup

There was a pearl stuck in my throat

I was bleeding tears

My tears turned blue

No shoes and I needed to walk

Couldn’t scream, I had no tongue

 I couldn’t reach with no hands

Run with No legs!

People were laughing

Someone was selling their kidney for money

I had a kidney

We all went out

It was a good night

I found my voice

Hiding under a smile

We sold our kidney

To the boy in the river

The one with no shoes

I hopped and reached

I had my hands

Legs decided to run

Expand

I never stopped

or stood in my tracks

Amazing fireworks

Smile was picking up tears on the sand

p.k

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

 (This is this weeks poem! :) Thanks for those of you who are emailing me your comments! You can also write on this blog! I really appreciate your feedback.)

The River,the Pebble and the Moth

Pictures: Vladimir Kush

Life is like a river

Passing by our door

 Stops for only a moment
Turning first to South

Then to North

There is a rock on its way

A twist in the river

Life is a long dream

ending soon

of the Pelican’s wants

Life is opening of a window

Stuttering of love

It’s the distance between our hands

It’s the return of the Parrot from India

Eating watermelon by the stream

Life is this rivers journey

It’s the fish’s foot print

Or moon’s perfume at night

Life is the dew drops on your believes

Life is the color of feather

The smell of salt in food

Tickling a kid in its sleep

It’s a wish, a pray

To the Daffodile

It’s not a so easy swing

And my need

In a constant truth

 
Life is words in a book

Flirtatious smile of a cucumber

Celebration of balloons

Life is a new season to believe

And to forget your dreams

It’s a painless free fall

And a light that refuses to die

But it did!

Life is the present

Not tomorrow

     Life is no longer supporting yesterday

Smelling the moment

Whistle!

Soaked in the waterfall of thought

Life is soul

It’s a belief in all that is beautiful or ugly

It’s the hard crash of finger and light

It’s an imaginary kiss of a duck

It’s a jump over a naughty bush

It’s the pearl’s dream deep in the Spring

It’s the growth of a seed

It’s a knock at the door

A party by the river

Life might be the celebration of --X---

A game of hide and seek

As such speedy and fast

Pulse of death

It’s sleep till the mornings end
 

It’s dandelions’ cough from afar

It’s a gift that never did arrive

The girl waits by the door

Staring at the river of life

Finding pebbles

The Parrots’ foot prints are by the river

Believe the river

It’s the pulse of my dream

Your dream

It travels the mountain side

Or stays behind

River is river

So grasp the moment

Moment is magic

My river laughs, cries

My river cries with the shake of an earthquake

My soul was invited to a fishes wedding

Believe the river

There floats a shoe

It belongs to --X---

It’s been left behind after the celebration

Of night and day

She has been missed

Where is her river?

Life might be a dream

That took my breath away

Behind a hazy game

We turned our back to darkness

Behind us a bended bridge

 

Road was not too short

The shoe was lost

A hiccup till dawn

Morning became beautiful then left,

Moth turned around

Soaking in the moon 

 

Life is

Getting your cells wet

In the river itself
Believe the river

It passes
Alas, too soon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                     p.k Feb 5,07

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

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Hearing the flower talk

There are four boys walking on the moon

Pictures: Vladimir Kush

I used to walk on the moon!

I did fly once

I smelled the centipede and heard a flower talk

There are four boys walking on the moon

I used to fly over the rainbow.

                              I caught a fish with my hands

I don’t like fish

I like its smell

I'm a weird creature that way!

Never say good bye to a butterfly

YA-hooooo….

The butterfly can sting

The bee and its wing

 

If I had another life

I would be a wolf

Wolf is strong

If I had another life 

I would sing two songs

One to help me awake

One to smell the stars

 If I had another chance

 

 I would stop being a cloud

I would make love to an ant

I would sing and sing
then sing some more

I don’t have a nice voice!

 

I would watch In-treatment with J.

I would play the piano

If I had another life

Yes,if I had another life 

                                                                        P.K

                                                                                               Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

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Finale of my play

Pictures: Vladimir Kush

"You know how I love you?"

“Even now?”

You ask in wonder

“After all the thorny flowers

I bestowed upon you?"

I laugh,

A moment of silence 

It’s an awkward sense, don’t you think?

After all the thorns....

I reply

                         “still!”

I ask again “….”

 

“What you’re saying girl

Over the forest of time

Yesterday and today

Now! Hazy and Grey

Still?”

I wonder how my madness you don’t know

“Do you know how I love you?”

 

You answer in surprise

"No!How?

My crazy dove

At the finale of your play?

How?”

“You’ve been tattooed in me”

“Where?Where?”

“In a small house within a capillary

In a house like no other

Behind my heart's wall

By the foot of that small capillary
Yes, the small capillary

In a space
You’re tattooed.

And my heart till I don’t know when

Shall play your drum

Spring Resurrection(mask)

 Unless,

by accident

I give away my heart

In a night of passion

to be free

then my heart might laugh

Once more

Die once more...”

                                                                      p.k

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh