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“زندگي شايد يك خيابان درازست كه هر روز زني با زنبيلي از آن مي گذرد زندگي شايد ريسمانيست كه مردي باآن خود را از شاخه مي آويزد زندگي شايد طفليست كه از مدرسه بر مي گردد زندگي شايد افروختن سيگاري باشد ،در فاصله ي رخوتناك دو همآغوشي يا عبور گيج رهگذري باشد كه كلاه از سر بر مي دارد و به يك رهگذر ديگر با لبخندي بي معني مي گويد “صبح بخير” زندگي شايد آن لحظه ي مسدوديست كه نگاه من ،در ني ني چشمان تو خود را ويران مي سازد و در اين حسي است كه من آن را با ادراك ماه و با دريافت ظلمت خواهم آميخت”

Poem
Author:Forough Farrokhzad
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“In Summation A poem by Taylor Swift At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things Lovers spend years denying what’s ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align. And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips He never even scratched the surface of me. None of them did. “In summation, it was not a love affair!” I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest. A smirk creeps onto this poet’s face Because it’s the worst men that I write best. And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink All’s fair in love and poetry Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department”

PoemEpilogueThe Tortured Poets DepartmentTtpd
Author:Taylor Swift
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“I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me— A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life. And now I know that we must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat. To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire— It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.”

InspirationalPoem
Author:Edgar Lee Masters
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