who can I blame?

if I have your ear,

I’d like to claim—

right now and here,

and for shame!—

that it would appear,

I fear,

that I’m kin to

poet Edward Lear.

I know it’s queer,

but my skin is thin

and cloaked in scant veneer.

I’d really rather

be a kinsman to

William Shakespeare.

and now I sorrow.

please don’t interfere.

I would classify myself

as one overenthusiastically keen

objector,

one apt to ask those in government

who on earth inspects the government

inspector.

“Oh, my!”

I cry.

“Is your

bungalow

or high?”

“Oh, no!”

he says.

“Where does

your assembled

archipelago?

I’d really

very much

like tonneau.”

چندیست که از دامن  مادر دوریم       از گرمی دستان لطیفش دوریم

هرچند که لب باز به لبخند کنیم        لیک از غم هجر او به دل مهجوریم

اینجا که وطن از آن ما نیست ولی         هر روز امید وصل رویش جوئیم

با خوب و بدت بسازم و دم نزنم           از ماست که بر ماست اگر مغبونیم

Today I went back in time,

back to last year and the year before.

I read old words and felt the same,

slightly more numb, but essentially the same.

The pain is still there. The tears still flow.

I keep wondering when it will all go away,

when will I just wake up and find it all a bad dream.

When will I hit the snooze button and try to sneak a few more minutes,

then realize I don’t have a few more minutes because it’s only 8 hours til I have to have

my words ready to say in front of all those people.

 i did it well i met a boy i loved so well he stole my heart form me and now he wants to  set me, i ran strait home and cryed in bed not a single word i sed mom came home late that night, and looked for me both left and right , she ran up stares the door she broke, she found me hanging by a rope, in my jeans a note she found it read

Hey guys shut that door

Wipe the butter and jam off the floor

Tidy up you room

Sweep the floor and use the broom

Is that washing clean or dirty

Shut your mouth and doant get shirty

Stop your moaning and wash the dishes

Rinse up the cups and and feed the fishes

And when your done take out the garbage

When you talk to your gran mind the verbage

Wash the car dads in bed

Take the dog for a walk and dont get led

Polish my shoes and iron my dress

Tidy up the garden its such a mess.

Your lips…

My hips…

Kisses tracing down.

Your tongue…

My mouth…

Juices slipping out.

Your hand…

My Breast…

We make sighing the only sound.