The Featherhouse
2007-03-02 15:57:00
don't waste your time anymore.i never let you down, i never make you cry,but this place is my only birthplace,and i never let you tear it down.there is a hidden place in my backyard,i lay you down in there,i make you free.let me carry you to your new birthplace.sleep silently and don't say any words,and i'm sure you won't !
F !
2007-03-02 12:34:00
Floating on mercury,...what the hell are you doing up there ?words of : Fouad Amiriartworks by : Arash Khosronejad
The Sweeper
2007-03-01 15:29:00
the sweeper stands out there, with the infected bandaged eyes,with the long besom in his hands, with black & dirty working overcoat.he stands in the middle of the square, the square with tall bared trees and flaming grass.from my window, i see him walks hobblely. he talks with those fairies, quietly.he is not a worker, but he works, he is not a scavenger, but he scavenges, he is not a thinker, but he always thinks, he is not a sweeper, but he sweeps... ...he always sweeps, he always sweeps.in the middle of nowhere, he stands with the long besom in his hands,with black & dirty working overcoat. he is a sweeper and he sweeps the square,the square that placed near our place of working.he waits for someone, for his woman who will come to his way.he always cries, and he hopes that his woman isn't a sweeper.
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Eiffel Lies In Parking !
2007-02-28 19:17:00
"Arash gimme that pencil..." "that's very nice boy." "heh, yes ! Eiffel
tower in..." "...in parking !" "yessss !" "just imagine it."phone rings5 minutes later"how should i draw that fuckin arc ?""mmm ! from inside, from here ...to here !""maybe, we should check it from Google Earth !""yeeeaaaahh !"...and nobody ever imagines that Eiffel Tower was under re-construction, somewhere in Parking
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All the Cold Cups Of Tea !
2007-02-23 14:22:00
that was my second time i saw her face,the first time was when i stood at her doorway,in the stairway,some days ago.she brought a cup of tea for me, when i was sitting on her sofa,somewhere in her living room.i wasn't thinking of anything, i was just thinking about why she was naked.i'm staring to her face, and she still thinks i'm her man......but i'm not.i'm just a postman.my tea gets cold.
It Always Hurts
2007-02-21 22:27:00
I remember my childhood's playmate, when we were so young, so pure, when we played on the backstreet park, on the dusty ground. all days long we were waiting for our daddies to come, to steal his money, to spent our time with gum & gun, all those days are gone. but this is not what we wanted, this is not what we desired to have, O' my sweet friend, i'm so sad, you aren't here and you'll never know, how much i feel loneliness.
the Dead-End Street Cries
2007-02-21 21:31:00
in this long, right and bright street,that short, silent and dark dead-end street is mine.my heart was broken by the shadows, my life was infected by them. Every sadistic dreams I expected to come true, went alive.every sweet emotions are gone.i'm living like this, the story of a boy who always misses.i'm so sad my dearest, i feel so down my greatest.nobody remembers his birthday and nobody remembers the time of death, may be yesterday, and may be tomorrow.may be we fall in love together, tomorrorw, once again.or just like everyday we forget each other, we bury it in yesterday.in this short dead-end street, the time is so long,the breath is so much longer...and Life doesn't exist any longer.i'm so sad my dearest, i feel so down my greatest.
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Until I Find Myself...
2007-01-26 16:42:00
I love you,but in this situation,i can't show this feeling to you.O' yes,in this fuckin dark & mephitic crypt,you shall stayand promise yourself,not to love me again.
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3 Stories About The Despoileds & The Deads
2006-11-30 15:16:00
vision no 1 : Despoliationall those birds, despoiled.those sick cats couldn't stay.until the darkness of night comes,they will disappear in the trash of the city.traitors sleep comfortably.vision no 2: Cracks Of The Stonei don't know !do you know ?how to learn a child about how we can plan a perfect suicide,to end our life.and how is the way of telling the children"why he commited suicide, because of his meeting with the day,but that shiny sun stuck behind the mountains"i don't know !do you know ?vision no 3 : Story Of My Friend, About How He Diedi can remember his birth,in a crowded place,when i lost myself.when he had a smile on his face,and didn't think about why he couldn't see me.he said hello to the world and came out from my head.that was in the beginning of the night.and now i don't know what was the time,when he died, when he passed away,without any goodbye, without any farewell.this is the way how i feel loneliness,did he think we should be closer ?
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The Flaming Candles & A Cake
2006-11-27 06:58:00
someone hit the lights,when i was so broken-hearted.i thought everyone left me,i felt i was alone.someone lit up the candlesno one was left me.flames of candles illmines the room,but still, i feel i'm alone.
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Ashes Of A Friend
2006-11-20 14:36:00
our one last day, when we were together,when we were so high, when we were so low.you sat alone on a bench, i was walking to you.the people screamed, you was thinking about me.when i reached to you, you said "i was thinking about you".but i'm sure you weren't.
On My Stone
2006-10-28 09:11:00
(just like a candle...)the light of my candle fades in the wind,and it doesn't make any sense to you.because you never know what happened,what happened to me,and of course to my life.all you said was about my reality,and you thought it was a lie,O' my brother, i lose it again.and this time is so hard for me.it writes one my stone, i was not reality,because i was a dream and the man who lies beneath tried to make it real.O' my sweet friend, accept all my excuses,this wasn't a lie, and this wasn't a reality.that was just a dream, and you was part of it.you was part of it...you was part of it...but still i'm not sure.
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For A Dreamy Moment...
2006-09-23 22:43:00
with a pain in my back,with the river of painkillers in my veins,i sleep on the sofa,somewhere in the hall,somewhere in the clouds.
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, Moment
Your Reincarnation
2006-09-02 09:50:00
i sit behind my desk,with a pencil and a paper in my hand.i shocked about a new story,about a new event,that came to my home.every story has a hero,or heroine.and this story has no hero,and of course a heroine.this tale, is true, or maybe not...but in the absence of all heros,a shadow lives in darkness.nobody knows him,everyone desires to unmask his face.but he grips it so tight.angels never send any message from you,all the ways to his home are dead-end.how can i draw your face ?all the brightest things left, and nothing remains,more mysterious men will come to my way.
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Incarnating Of Crying Faces...
2006-08-25 01:37:00
close your eyes...don't listen to any other words,dont listen to any other voices...i know you have a pain.but where all the pains lie ?in your head, in your eyes, in your mouth,in your chest, in your heart ?in your legs, in your hands, in your fingers ?talk to me my dear....!say where the hell your pains lie
Her Silent Fiction
2006-08-25 01:27:00
darkness was their bride,Ezeserbeth dances in the center of square,i search something in the embrace of her,and the moon looks us brightly.not enough reasons for our dying life,nothing for me.dying,rotting,her blessings break us...
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, Fiction
Talk To Me
2006-07-24 19:49:00
O' my sweet friend,talk to me...in the middle of the night,your song played in my ears,your face appeared in my eyes.and the only thing i want is,your voice.i wished you call my number,because i want to reject you.[i can't hear your voice.]
How Much Longer ? (Part IIII)
2006-07-15 20:43:00
i can fall from the grace,from everything you deny,i can kill myself if you deny me,hang myself from myself,throwing inside,so deep, cold and clean.my ideas fall down,break by your hands,and you aren't aware about it.neither the way how i fall in love,nor the natural of yours.the mighty sign of you, still reigns,the availability of your power,still exists.still exitsts...i feel it.it feels me...it fills me.
In The [biggest] Crowd !
2006-06-25 11:17:00
you turned your head,i droped,you didn't see how i failed,hope to see you...in the other side.
Crucifixion
2006-06-16 00:50:00
shining in me, in the absence of you,in the dreaming moments of mine,leave another scar in me.heart in the fire of living,living in the dreaming of you,dreaming of leaving sadness,it leaves antoher scar and...it only comes out in the night,it only comes out in the morning,it only comes out in the begining of dusk,leaving your embrace,drifting away, far away from your smell,it lives, it exists,it leaves another pain & scar,i can't recognize it...shining in me, in the absence of you,life is gone, my hair turns to white,you gain everything,i lose myself,it leaves a big scar,it builds a bitter place,for living,for me.
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How Much Longer ? (Part III)
2006-05-21 10:07:00
you are still crying,and i still think about you,we go,we go,and still we go,we fade in our shadows,moonlight swallows our shadows.
Flying Points
2005-11-28 16:20:00
i deserved to watch you die,on my hand, across this empty feelings spaces.i keep your sign, you keep my feelings,silence in my head, i can see myself,fly above these points,the spaces you call flying points.am i brokenwinged, are you brokenhearted,is god alone ? angels watch us die ?i let you have your own world,without my shadow,without my speech,without your heart.you deserved to watching me die.
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, Points
Where Life Supposed To Be
2005-11-18 18:33:00
life owns to somebody who set itself free.never forgive itself, and feel the freedom in loneliness.and that's the right time to find itself so pure.
"Martina Clancy" Diaries (Part III / III)
2004-12-01 22:45:00
through this wide open ocean,there are only tow boatsand i as a traveller.i see them on the other boatwith a gun, with a sniperscope.i think they can see me so close,closer,closer...closer,closer..."Martina
Clancy
's body found on atlantic ocean in 23rd december 1976. Martina Clancy, the 45 years old woman, reporter, writer, photographer, who disappeared in San Diego, CA in 3 months ago and killed with a bullet in her head. that seems she commited suicide." Danial Jefferson Clancy, husband
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"Martina Clancy" Diaries (Part I / III)
2004-11-30 23:20:00
they said i'm a sinner.untill their next inspectioni can rule myself.they chained my wrist to the shining window,a window with ironic guard......but still...i can rule myself.
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, Clancy
, Diaries
Leaving Home And Every Bad Dreams I Had !
2007-03-03 20:19:00
leaving home is an emotional event,something very beautiful, unexplainable,amazing & unforgettable.all your family members want to hug you,but you can't forget your damaged pastand you can't show what are your reasons to leave.you just want to leave yourself, leave everything you did,everything they did & every bad dreams you had,in your place of birth.yes my dearest, this is what i learn from a damaged,& insane family.i will not go, i stay here and try to forget,all those sweetest moments i had...
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, Dreams
When I Say It One Thousand Times !
2007-03-04 19:43:00
Always i remember the moments,the moments when i was with you, in the city of lights,between the laughters, murderers and friends.i just wanted to know why i was in there,and why i always desired to be with you,and why there was only me,why i appeared in your way, my brother.hell yes...i lose them all, there is not justice for me,and i adore the moments, when i say these words,one thousand times......I'm the second and you are still the first...you're still the one !
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, Times
, One Thousand
Redemption In A Cafe, Or Someplace Else
2007-03-05 20:42:00
"Look into my eyes !"the poor girl looks into his eyes, with so much fear & love."this is just what i want...""what do you want from me?""your heart, your soul, your virginity !"the poor girl cries so hard and asks herself:"where is the best place to hide ?, what is the finest way,to feel my life once again ?"the tall and blond man wears his glassesand asks his final question:"what do you think about it ?"the sky is cloudy, and it seems that it isn't a good decision,to spend your lifetime under the rain.
Rooms No. 24 & 25
2007-03-07 21:49:00
please be quiet dear psychotics. doctor will be here for a minute.but control yourself for awhile. he sleeps in the next room and......hey you son of the bitch ! hey you ! are you listening to me ?shit ! give me that poison !give me that !
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I Believe It...And It Always Makes Me Believe !
2007-03-10 20:20:00
Through the Insomnia Times,when i want to close my tired and puffy eyes,suddenly, i remember everything i had,everything that i don't have them anymore. i cry.and this crying is just like thinking.thinking about why i just cry for my wasted things,but i didn't laugh when i had them.through the Insomnia Times,when i want to close my red & bloody eyes,i yawn and try to sleep.maybe i don't cry for my wasted laughs.
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