TODAY IS A WRITING DAY

“Today is a writing day. 
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, 
the displaced, 
and dispossessed. 
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.”

Kamand Kojouri

What Use Is Your Beauty to Me?

“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.”

Kamand Kojouri

YOUR LITTLE SEQUIN

“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.
By writing,
I hope to share mine with you.
So please,
step inside.”

Kamand Kojouri

BEFORE I MET YOU

“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.”

Kamand Kojouri

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.”

Kamand Kojouri