Poetry – The Phone Call


Phone Call

by Talin Mari


Waiting impatiently for the call,

Nothing delays it from arriving.


The phone rings,

The heart beats,

The soul softens,

The voice echoes,

The eyes imagine,

The phone clicks.


Sliding softly in the silky chair,

Imagination is only left stirring.

Censorship – Poetry



by Talin Mari


My words will never be censored,

They will echo in everyone’s ears.

My words will tell all the stories,

The ones that no one wants to hear.


My words are the truths that I see,

They are hidden among the crowd.

My words paint a colorful picture,

The ones that look clearer at night.


Censorship breeds hate in this world,

Acceptance is a word we must know.

Censorship breeds lack of innovation,

Acceptance is the path to our liberty.



A Writer’s Freeway of Thoughts



I sit at my desk writing with an orderly freeway of thoughts, continuous and in beautiful synchronization.  These thoughts magnify with each second that passes.  They create a beautiful harmony of words.

Then, all of a sudden, amidst the flowing freeway of thoughts, there is the one distraction that causes the thoughts to rapidly move into chaotic directions.  I try to hold on and find my way back to the normalcy of my orderly freeway.   I start to think back to the time when the distraction was a mere car driving in its own path.

How can I divert the distraction to the take the right path?

Thinking… thinking… thinking.

Nothing seems to work.  I start to enjoy letting my mind wander in its blissful chaos of thoughts.

Should I let the chaos consume me?

The euphoria of the distraction hinders me from reaching my destination.  Driving circles in my mind, the thoughts overpower my desire to do anything.  “It’s fun!” shouts out the distracting thought.  I sit and let my mind wander into its colorful world.

Wandering… wandering… wandering.

They cause me to procrastinate, these thrill loving freeway of thoughts….