Inhale The White [Title May Change]
I learned to grab the space
And paste it to all my life surface
From where the title which is my name
I take a walk in the space
I breathe their blackness
And inhale the new white surface
No matter how I absorb the black
And how many spelling of people will be left
I am proud of my spelling mistakes
I learned to not use the past backspace
But to highlight the words of experience
And just start writing again …
Putting words and sentences down
Spaced my words carefully
Listen to my life keyboard
Enjoy the pressing the bottoms
And the surface as unlimited opportunities
[To be Continued] 01/02/2016
Confessa In The Present by Mahboobeh Rajabi
Just under the neck
going through the middle of my body
Where it’s called “chest”
Is heavy …
Is so heavy that’s like someone put a heavy rock on it
I can still breathe, but it’s heavy
I punch it while I inhale and exhale deeply
But it’s not working
I close my eyes for just listening to my body and my breathing
My chest is going up, inhaling the universe of thoughts
The plan is to exhale the “Nothing”
And just the thought of breathing
Inhale …. Deeply … Stop …
Stop …
How can I destroy a universe?
I never learned that
The Big Bang didn’t end yet
So how can I expect myself to end it?
Full of universes that couldn’t get destroy by exhale
I just need to confess it
And the thought of Confessa and it’s melody
Dragging my soul to the galaxy of broken but healed hearts
My pen is is like an ocean now
Each wave is a word, same time of my breathing
It lands the words on the sands:
I, whom has her name, carved in the stone of Love
Made the sky roar
when that question from the winds
stays with no answer
I teared that way of the oxygen
that made my heart beat
I listened to all person’s words
My heart was just beating
I teared it from what was the Hard Air
My heart was just beating
I teared from those capillaries of quiet
The sky roared in my throat
the clouds rained on my reaped chest
It washed the blood and clots of death
Then I put my heart back to my chest
deep breath finally heard
my beatings
The love is pouring from the sound of the lenses of the camera of the Earth
I submit all the timeless moments full of new existence feelings
and being submitted on this earth
my name was at the top
it was timeless and free
Staring to the paralyzed far
That tied up to the part part of the soul
To the melody of time and trauma
The word from the past, incredible memories
The galaxy became a memory
A backpack full of questions
And a cup of missing feelings and pains
Whatever from the capacity of an intense past
Again had to stop and think
Make a decision, from the beginning
Sometimes at the climax of tolerance
It’s like you were just rounding around yourself
It was hard … It was hard
Where is this part of the drama?
With “ A 100 No Answer Questions”
With a backpack drawn on to my life stories
With a glance on my backpack
My shoulder couldn’t bare
I continued the way … the drama … the trauma