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Arash Narchi Poem
A figure of joy
Disrupted during the lesson
Nothing can compete
Heartbreak and destruction find him
And he does not deserve it
A smile was always printed on his papers
But his pages have turned to dust
Shed a tear!
And comfort with compassion and respect!
Glass is always fragile
Our hearts break with his
And he does not deserve it
Worthless the money and miles
Why!?
Distance is irrelevant
We all sympathize
Please, don’t say
It was for the best, or this was meant to be
YOU have no knowledge
Of the loss of a guardian
My friend, a dear friend
He knows
And he does not deserve it
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Arash Narchi Poem
You don’t need it
The sun is better
Feed yourself by any means
Because her flawless skin is softer
Walk
The smell of fresh leaves is more divine
Don’t worry
You don’t need it
Santa will give you your presents
No matter how stale they may be
But it drives you to insanity
My thoughts are always on the last grape
See the finish line
Now you need it?
Stress drives you into a wall with black bricks
Paint your own
And spend them foolishly
Because you can’t buy enough water to finish this race
Why are you so materialistic?
And why do you consume me oh so much?
Like the vermin in my drainpipe
Clingy
The sky is brighter
And the moon is cozier
And blankets you can steal
And food you can make
Sharpen your spear and delete your texts
Wear a tie with no suit and no shirt and no pants
And leave to the beaches, forests and deserts
It will come with you,
But not for long
Forget
And pray they will forgive
When They find you and question your way of existence
Ask them how important It is
Silent reply
Tells you it means the world to them
The only thing that matters
More than little Matt’s soccer game or first A+
So grab your bag
And disappear into soil from which you came
You are no longer in pain, stress or anxiety
You are not corrupt or hungry for hate
Without It
The one who determines where you stand
Sit back
Relax
And breath the air you needn’t pay for
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A sport
And we do not crave
And what does addiction mean?
No glory is our desire, a lie
The best arm is aimed
The thrashing of egos and
Emotions. Lest you cry
When your food is placed on the platter
Examine it well
There are no regrets
Eating excessively is sin!
Stop before you're homeless
Gone in the dark
And alone in defeat
Impossible
So continue, like a true gentleman
It's almost a farewell to arms..
But your aces are high
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Futile
The printed text that tests your tomorrow
Do you need it?
It functions like a system
But later there's no text
When is it used?
Deep into the vast jungle of this universe
Lives a man
Who needs no text
Freedom is his daily routine
I am jealous
His base is incomprehensible
He needs a leaf, just one leaf
And we suffer in between the lines of his story
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