It hurt so much but I still couldn't ask what's wrong I think that a person should not sit idly by, he should have a job, a hobby or even a phobia so that his life can be colorful. If he can't do anything, he should take a pen and write down what he wants to do. Well, there's no more pen. Still, one must write what they want to do, what they cannot do, even what they love, dislike, hate! Otherwise, people will crack! It literally cracks in the middle. For example me: After…
Happiness will not come to you by waiting I love the early hours of the morning, the rising of the sun is accompanied by the sounds of birds, you are there, let the wind touch my skin, you shudder. This is the breath of life. I will find something to make myself happy I walk around the garden step by step. I have spring flowers and what I have planted, the ones I have worked for, I look into their eyes, talk to them, talk to them every morning The great plane tree stands in…
Butterflies Hidden in Your Black Hair I am weighing my dreams, of course, the facts are slow, of course, I live in slow motion and I am getting smaller day by day, My Dear is now the content of my day and my soul. Of course, it is not enough that I hide in my soul: Oh, and of course, aren't there those mikado trashes, stick men and women, the ghosts that suffer from the colors of the carpet I make, my dear. Where did you forget your veil? You don't pout out of the blue,…
Maybe you can read it if it's your beautiful fans' turn It is pregnant, every winter to spring, every spring to summer. The sprouts recurring in the spring grow with the caressing lights of the sun, and reach the summer in a state of perfection. All creatures enjoy the resurrection and resurrection. They don their armor, gather their strength, and live upright and stronger in summer. These days, a nice spring cleaning is needed for the residues that accumulate in the soul,…
My space with the heart line Are you okay? How hard is it to grope in the dark of night! Touching things that you cannot know with your hands. And bumping into something while moving forward. Yes, there is every possibility. Either you break it, or it hurts. Either your life or someone else's heart. Darkness is such a reality. There was such a time that we were looking for our bright futures in darkness. Our feet are blind, our eyes are lame. Our tongue is covered in dirt…
Broken jugs in The Fountain of Sadness I am a night when dreams kiss my forehead and my nightgown knitted with black dreams. Like flakes falling from silvery faces. I am a dead person who delays moving, and here I will pass away with my gong and desolation that will hit soon. There are no braces, your life still consists of countless square brackets, my day. Allegiance to sadness is a discovery that I set out on. Let the mud trail remain and the battle will resume in the…
We've come to walk in a complicated life If it can cry like the hero, the monolithic language of our heart's tables, then the language of the heart will pull all the snakes out of the hole of the heart. Cultivating love, stitch by stitch, and opening the door of the veil of the heart is the only elixir that makes us human. We drink a lot of patience to repair the broken strings of our heart. We get wet in the rain. Our heart language is shaking with the intensity of eight.…
Time Dies Infinity Loses Its Meaning Are you hungry or thirsty? Do you need oxygen or other gases to breathe? Do you have a shelter problem? Are you hurting somewhere? It's all there isn't it? For living. Living with feeling is a burden. You know, you had no reason to "load and have to" any of this on you, and you didn't have to pay a price. Did he consent to all that he suffered? Even loneliness has turned into pain. For living! It's so painful to feel. Meanings and…
I read what you go through and every time I look at your face I am in the bed of dreams, my rebel wind, and I am openly waiting on the paths of Love. My words are the control of my soul. Oh, I don't have any burnt letters, so I can mail them to myself, and hundreds of sentences that I sewed from my plain words, what's wrong with being noble, especially if a person is rebellious inside. I unzipped my mouth the first day I started speaking: First I said mother, then father,…
We are shadows or we are nothing Tonight, the conversation again shifted to the most important topic. The focus was on the shadow. Their conversations were interesting. It was as if they were repeating what they knew. Of course there would be the shadow of the existing, and the shadow could not be said to exist by itself. I saw my misery when I thought we were shadows. My weakness, my addiction. Their graves in steps. Shootouts. His familiar voice was in my ears. The voices…
My Childhood and the Present Spectacular Artificial Lives I would never change my childhood for anyone, especially today's wealthy but virtual, magnificent but artificial lives, despite all the pain and poverty I went through! In our childhood, primary schools were full-day as they are now. We went to school in the morning, did three lessons until noon, and went home for lunch. We'd come back after dinner and do two more lessons. On cold winter days, I almost looked forward…
The days I dreamed without Slowing Down I have to be released, and most of all, people can see and ignore what they want, even if they don't see that I am isolated. What is left for me to postpone, and of course I take care of my joy of living tirelessly, as you taught me. You only got in my way once, and I got out of the way. I fell in love, then I didn't know, and while I was flying on a cliff, I grabbed a branch on the slope and that's how our story started that day. You…
My Friend That I Will Love More Than Myself Life is the charm of which dream, and it is the notice of what power is running out that lowers the sails. Smiles of words. The intersection of rhymes. Sobbing of images. Loneliness, on the other hand, frightens people as if they were loyal. Touch my sadness quotient, you know, fill your heart with the rich atmosphere of the backyard in that school mood you breathe. I'm on the way to school, my life is actually numbered, my…
I was impressed by your kind heart It was the time when September rains and coolness were felt. I said to myself, “Give him a hello. Just say hi. It might work, it's simple; but a warm greeting can come in handy.” He greeted the first greeting with surprise and embarrassment, smiling a little, days later he was more fearless and sincere in my second greeting, more sincere in my third greeting in a week. Three days later, on my fourth salute, he had lowered his security…
Ask my God for Me and know that I don't lie Keep your dreams alive and wash the falling syllables one by one in the shower of the downpour. From your eyes. From your mouth to your nose You know, whatever emotion is overflowing from the images that have sailed in your mind. I don't like it loud anymore, but I'm counting one by one. First, I line up from left to right whoever is there, and I count them out of respect without fail. It's an idle dream, maybe it's a metaphorical…
Years passed and We just got together I placed my sentinel feelings at the border of my heart. Some came with a heavy limp, some injured, offended. Some have roses on their faces. I wanted them to take the trench well. I built walls from stone walls, adding patience to its mortar. Then I looked behind which wall the hope was hiding. I searched, searched for the hidden rascal. Then I came to myself with the chorus of birds in the tree. I poured tea into my mug and threw…
I was really living downstairs of a miracle This evening suits my soul, blue I wore a taffeta dress, Sister Now you can make a semolina delight What you will tell with my most broken heart Tell me sister And I wear a red rose on my chest. How long has he been alive You look at it as a fait accompli. It's like the mirrors are drooping Again this winter. If I cut bangs on my life, if I commit murders Does it suit me, Sister? It's a nylon fringe, where love piles a pile, and…
You're the one I get up and down on your shady roads You give room to dreams, dear. What is it that the soles of loneliness burn? The stillness of the sprout in me What is the devil in your forked voice, my being a whirling dervish? Your life that I can't sew is a complacency Even though happiness is a rumor. More than what all these sentences that I keep pure have added to me What is your life that I did not enjoy I fall and get up on your shadowy roads. Of course plus the…
So many people I need to cross out and their disappointments from yesterday It is a fateless think history that my poems that I wrote are the pencil that I put in the pen after the bracket I know that I'm now a goer of two worlds. Has a hide hand has been seated at the table and he received the pen as well. Words out of me. Sentences carrying me on me. The most beautiful composition of the universe is only my mind stealing in my mind and stealing from my life, with my life,…
Bravely starting life over again We are in the age of speed and speed. So every morning is a different morning for us. Our sun on the horizon is different for every moment. Our nightingale singing in roses every morning is different. Before we can get used to a blooming flower, its leaves fall into our hands. The whites in our hair, which were one or two strands yesterday You'll see that it covers half of the head. Our time is not a river, It's like a wind. It blows and…
I roll my eyes in the darkening sky and infiltrate the star cluster I suffer from my dreams of pickpockets, doctor, traveler, of course, only you can fix the rhythm disorder in my heart. With the poems I wrote like a sublingual and my dreams full of stories minutes later, I pass through the last door that opens. What part of the snatched life do I fix and rebuild? I am like a schoolgirl: I am still pure and clumsy, yet so excited and sometimes like a deflating balloon, I…
Still roses bloom on my face Especially when I love I am a master of pain, sir, and I am a miserable butterfly, a dialect expelled in the middle of the night, while my lady is a suckling pig in every syllable, the guard of the climate inside me, and I never like the heat. I am the goddess of cold weather, mister and left and right, a mind-numbing worm that gnaws inside and fattens outside. I'm addicted to every color, mister, most in love with the dirt on my hand, my destiny…
My heart is for people who love without hesitation I named everything. I end my life by telling I don't know how else to end a life I drew a flower on my palm tonight I used glittery nail polishes because I was bored with loneliness. Now my nails are like a sketch A gilded night. The equivalent of dreams is a song addicted to love, in which the poet's eyes rebelled, sometimes in the dark of the night. Seasons are sometimes heartbreaking: Like a scratched green olive Words…
Unfinished loves die in time unless they are Healed Handkerchiefs in the hands of my feelings. They fell from a desolate heart. Blood is dripping on the discolored collar of my feelings. A thin ache on his left side. I am walking in an indescribable void. On the ladder of life, I was clinging to the side branches; sometimes they were in my hands, sometimes they were new born shoots stuck in my hands. Was it the hardest thing to be human, to have a heart? To stumble on the…
Instead of being afraid of loneliness, one should reach oneness I bowed my head for a long time. Like a prisoner, as if caught in the winter frost, I was standing on the red line that would be death if I took a step on the edge of the cliff. All those years lived, questions, friendships, loves, loves, worldly things that never came to me, who wanted to exist but always disappeared. It brought my head closer to the ground. I suddenly felt my neck burning and tingling. I…
I'm overtaking the people living in the past who despise technology It's like I'm overtaking the slow-moving trucks that show aging, carry heavy loads, write advice on the back. I am overtaking a very expensive jeep of the latest model, representing arrogance and pride, dazzling with its splendor and speed. I overtake the horse-drawn carriage living in the past, which accelerates as it whips the animal that attracts it, and ignores technology. I'm overtaking the children,…
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