• Milad commented on the post, planter 4 months, 2 weeks ago

    just to leave the substrate home like a phantom
    without a way to delineate any traction,
    struck out three times in high school,
    suspended in a trifecta, thinking you pulled a hat trick
    but realistically comatosed into believing your a maverick,
    a few likes social media rammed you into thinking your immaculate….

  • Milad commented on the post, planter 4 months, 2 weeks ago

    I was there to pioneer new inventions,
    even though hedonistic intentions relentless,
    everybody has their own space,
    their own energy, that’s relentless,
    that’s bent less,
    I rafted into the notion,
    that were all human,
    in the same ocean,
    just each to their own,
    when it comes to paradigm, a hidden potion, between the planter,
    of…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, servant 8 months, 2 weeks ago

    The servant had a premonition,
    walking up to the master,
    handing him a plate of disaster,
    on a canvas platter.
    The herringbone jacket
    elbowed the platter,
    and now the servant
    wonders,
    if,
    he, even
    matters.
    He’s not a run of the mill type of celtic,
    he used to help people,
    vent
    and
    live.
    Now he’s out to give.

  • Milad commented on the post, stats 8 months, 3 weeks ago

    Become the celtic,
    and relish,
    your own life,
    don’t let the Roman in your brain,
    takeover,
    leaving you in vain,
    hugs bring you up,
    and other’s close.
    Monkeys and humans,
    both know, that
    a tiny hug
    can bring a bit of glow,
    so let’s go,
    check to cheek,
    heart to heart,
    everyday’s valentines ,
    no need for sweet tarts.

  • Milad commented on the post, classical 9 months ago

    uhohh get rid of that alarm clock,
    it’s just another screen,
    obsense,
    and in your face,
    and mean.
    Use a brick and morder
    alarm clock,
    tick tock,
    your life is ready,
    let’s get it stocked.

    Laugh, feel the thunderous,
    bubble coming over,
    you like a typoon for a titration,
    it’s a revelation,
    when we make eachother’s day,…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, classical 9 months ago

    The Crucifix was a classical symbol of sacred death,
    in today’s fast moving world,
    a willow tree and a deep breathe,
    can be a stretch.
    A human is not like a house,
    after it is dilapidated,
    it can be renovated,
    plugged into the an outlet of positivity,
    and recalculated.

  • Milad commented on the post, overtime 9 months, 1 week ago

    A baroque focus,
    Napolean put in,
    he’s twisted in thought,
    but readily he fought.
    A strategist with a map,
    his enemies couldn’t see through his x,y,z plans,
    they overlapped,
    and ran laps.

  • Milad commented on the post, cassette 9 months, 1 week ago

    In Asia,
    they crave,
    the good luck haven,
    sending out products priced tagged at random numbers,
    a business haven,
    we set 99 cents,
    and call it the only,
    In Asia,
    they set 88 cents,
    and feel like
    that products solid in solidarity,
    it’s lonely.

  • Milad commented on the post, weave 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    As we weave into the thoughts of humanity,
    we brink onto the mental slides of reality,
    two seeds,
    one blue pill-seed,
    one red pill-seed,
    men
    and
    women. Boys
    and
    girls.
    In a mosaic way,
    she likes to stray,
    he makes a move to stay,
    right in front of her moving lips,
    dropping jokes and tips.
    He questions as he sips his…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, musical 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    I want to you feel something,
    shall we get away into the dark,
    of the dance floor,
    and get thin,
    shall we crawl the night,
    like were shadows of the dim.

    With my hesitation,
    I lost your temptation,
    and now were both recollecting our lives
    outside of this room,
    let’s feel something,
    do I need to show you something?

    Shall…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, banking 9 months, 4 weeks ago

    I’m banking on friendship,
    do I let the thought of marriage jostle me into the jewelry store?
    My friends and I ride,
    oh, yahh,
    we rideee,
    the magnetic railways out to LA every Saturday,
    although I love her, should I share a sandwhich with
    her that never ends,
    not the foot long,
    the bread that never stops growing, yeeaahhh,…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, harm 9 months, 4 weeks ago

    Your mind is like a software,
    it can be programmed,
    you the creator,
    that seeks no harm,
    no foul,
    only meek smiles,
    and aware eyes of an owl.

    Joyance is up to the puppet–
    not the puppeteer.

  • Milad commented on the post, harm 10 months ago

    They say no harm, no foul,
    but I get a penalty everytime,
    anyone else but me is referring me.

    Harm is conducive to that go getter’s daily jostle,
    I’m not sure why I’m writing, if its for the sake of the word,
    or the hustle.

    I came up short when I peered into my bank account,
    anything less than a million,
    felt like negative…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, builders 10 months, 1 week ago

    builders, are society’s backbone.
    We once sought to build breathe,
    upon coming afloat for air,
    out of that fresh yet old whom,
    we called home.
    We’ve built a home now,
    a foundation,
    for all our worries
    and
    woes,
    now we blow,
    like light autumn leaves,
    whispering through dry air,
    for a greener grass
    to rest thy head.

  • Milad commented on the post, dining 1 year, 4 months ago

    The Japanese Noblemen, sits down
    to dine,
    but yet,
    he can’t
    seem to pine,
    successfully,
    for the women,
    of his dreams.

    He languishes Calbee
    Salad,
    reserves anguish for
    Calbee Chips,
    even deliciousness can be missed.
    every snack,
    under the sun,
    all run, from his judgmental gums.

    Then one day, after
    dining
    wining…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, millions 1 year, 4 months ago

    The mutuality of my apartment’s mundane garden
    that waves hello, and high fives me, is left hanging
    oftentimes when the winds of pertinent desires
    blow me off into my vehicle.

    One day though, a host, of golden daisy’s, prostrates my attention.
    Were they daisies? or were they daffodils?
    Whomever they be, they began to dance like a salsa…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, clamp 1 year, 8 months ago

    In only 4 minutes,
    the clamp of love,
    can be rhapsodized,
    any topsy turvy turbulence in life can be,
    flipped upside down,
    like burger on the grill.
    Music is, a part of life,
    that make us fly out of the trenches,
    of discontent,
    pay the rent,
    of your vocal box,
    and watch yourself soar like,
    a bobolink in the Northern Americas.…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, zipper 1 year, 10 months ago

    Oh what an austierty, I haven’t much,
    not as much usual,
    so what, I’d rather be awake,
    a real rake,
    of what’s stake, out there, for me chew up
    digest,
    poop out,
    and make my own.
    To profligate over nonsensical suppressible mistakes,
    overtakes what my next move is so I create
    instead of hate.

  • Milad commented on the post, dive 1 year, 10 months ago

    A courtesan, approaches you,
    and its just a mirage, a past dream,
    that was brought to you during the day,
    so you dived in,
    you fell right into the lap
    of the devil,
    now you’re in trouble,
    your feeling the stubble,
    of pleasure.
    let it burn, like usher did,
    and you’ll churn the pleasure of waiting,
    like a russian kid did,
    when…[Read more]

  • Milad commented on the post, streak 1 year, 10 months ago

    The streak of learning never stops,
    the screeches of yearning never haults,
    we just happen to be human beings,
    always on a feign,
    for more,
    until we’re crushed
    like a smore under high atmospheric pressure;
    I don’t get stressed out any more because I am my own mood’s lever;
    a whiff of freshness, a gasp of a hellish,
    Angel hot dog…[Read more]