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دریافت

Mine-land

I'm learning anger

He writes on blackboard

I'm choosing his love

Down the one-way road

Green, like a nice gown

We ran in meadows

The sun upon us, yet

There were no shadows

"Let go," they told me

"Hell no!" I shot back

The bullet hit their face

I'm on the right track

"Sorry for your loss"

Don't be, I am not

I live in war zone

And swords still cut

I'm poisoned daily

A snake coiled in one hand

But how to fear death, when

my home is mine-land?

۱. دوست داشتم یه چیزی راجع به بند دوم بگم. چطور می‌شه وقتی آفتاب وجود داره سایه‌ای تشکیل نشه؟ جواب اینه که: نمی‌شه. پس اگه توی یه دشت سرسبز با وجود خورشید سایه‌ای وجود نداره و توش ما خیلی خوشیم، اون دشت خیالیه. و وجود نداره.

۲. عنوان شعر بازی با کلمات minefield(زمینِ مین)، homeland(وطن، خانه) و ضمیر ملکی mine هست.

جالبه، همونقدر که کشور من، شهر من و خانواده من مال من هستند، من هم مال اونها هستم. این مالکیت اجباری یکی از ترسناک‌ترین چیزهای دنیاست.

۳. خیلی به این یکی شعر افتخار می‌کنم. بیشتر از قبلی. مختصر و مفید و قشنگ شده، و کاملا مناسب این لحظه‌ای که الان توش هستم.

من که البته زیاد شعر نگفتم، ولی فکر کنم پوینت شعر همین باید باشه؟ Capturing The Moment؟

فقط جالبه که این "لحظه‌"ی ما سال‌هاست که ادامه داره.

بشنویم.

~Nine~

My room is empty

The days are all dull 

I'm waiting for you

By the morning star

Minutes tick by, I'm

Alone and content

That's what my head says

A game of pretend 

As eight struts forward

Cruelly, Into nine

Doubting myself, again

My focus is gone

Good and evil, is the

Decision made, or not?

Will I answer the call,

Dance to the pipe, or what?

I know of good, I do

It's nice and warm, like love

But who's to say what's bad?

And what's the poisonous dove?

Nine's dancing with ease

a street cat, in the dark

My Heart is unsolved, my work is undone

I'm standing steal, you know I don't cry

I swear to God, whom

I truly dislike

I made me the promise,

That you made me not

No thinking of gold

No thinking of white

In the loveless thing I 

Keep calling my mind

Guilty and red like,

Your flowers, I taste

Your hands, clasped in mine

The wine in cabinet

The art of thinking I'm 

Drawing on my time

Always a portrait

Of you, and it's half-done

Beauty, I'm at fault

Big mistakes I made

Thinking, longing and oh,

Wanting. That's the curse

My, how I wish you'd 

Carry me the weight

If your shoulder bones

Were not so delicate

Nine's ending her song

I'm still wide-eyed

Never close, you were

How far now you are

Too late now, it's ten

My hands undecide

Closing the curtain

I turn off your light

To listen~