“Today is a writing day.Kamand Kojouri
My head is spinning with rapture
as the words rise from my throat.
I am dizzy
from holding the world in my palm.
At dusk, my lantern and I go
in search of cries of the destitute,
I lend them my pen
and offer them my heart.
Today is a sacred day.
My skin is anointed with their blood,
and I am ready to battle the darkness.
With hope as my shield
and love as my sword,
I will not return until dawn.
Because no one must be forgotten.
Because victory is possible.
Because anything is possible,
for today is a writing day.”
“There is no shortage of beautiful people in this world.
What use is your beauty to me?
Your beautiful hair, your beautiful eyes
and legs? I will only speak of your beauty
if your beautiful soul shines on it,
for I am blind to that other beauty.
What use is your hair, eyes, and legs to me
when I am the seeking the light within.”
“Why is it surprising that I,
your Little Sequin,
can write devastating love poems?
Tell me how you can spot
the violent storms inside a heart?
Can you identify which person
is going through a revolution?
Which is revolting against their thoughts
and overthrowing their mind, only
to make their heart king?
There is a world inside each of us.
I hope to share mine with you.
“I do not write about love
as if I have invented it.
I write about love
because thoughts of you
And because writing about you
gives birth to a star.
These stars sit inside me
where there was once
when inspiration runs dry,
I drink classical music
until my words spill out.”
“These poems are cups
that I pour my love into.
“I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
“Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.
Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.”
“All I need to do
is place my pen against paper
and your love
writes for me.”
so I may write
you into a poem
and make you