If only it were called extinction I wanted to disappear. He will probably give someone to destroy, he reproached that even my closest one is making me attack. The man is a master at smoothing out the incoming passes. He also did not hesitate to exhibit his art. I'm pulling. May God not be one of those who attack him! When a word has such a heavy price, I should not open my mouth again! I'm especially afraid of upsetting you! It is the last adjective in the book and the most…
People want to answer the question they find It used to be a shame to wear ripped, not patched. Just as; as it is a shame not to know, but not to learn. We grew up with patched clothes. But we never walked around with ripped stitches. My mother used to say that the one who does not have the old one does not know. And we valued our old ones. We wouldn't throw anything away just because there was a small rip or tear. My mother used to say that a woman is the most skillful…
Imagination should not overflow my soul beyond a page For a while, I wrote as if I were chatting, I did not see when I looked, I was forgotten when I envied, I cried when I laughed. When I said don't cry, it was from the real one. Let's say in a movie, the atmosphere of a hospital room, whose fakes were obviously shot with pink shutters, in a film, an old face with wrinkles converging and wondering where to go, each of these things made me emotional. Maybe at that moment,…
Careful orientation to the hunger of creation “I felt like shouting at him: Notice me! I'm awake just like you. I'm in pain too. Hear me! Hear me!" From Stefan Zweig, Woman and Nature. We're so fussy about everything, my friend. Like those trying to collect snowflakes in a hole bucket. Even worse: like those who gather light from the sun with their palms. Transients have blown our minds. There is no time left to pay attention. No, there is time, but there is no…
I noticed that I am more cheerful and full of energy Is talking to oneself crazy or not? If it is insanity, how would you define this insanity? Every morning; Goes in front of the mirror And we talk to myself about what we will do about this day! Do you believe; Ever since I made this decision and started doing it I realized that I am more cheerful, more peaceful and full of energy, and the mirror reflecting on myself. volcanic lava, The cooled shiny bits It was discovered…
Dreamy boy who doesn't know how to inflate balloons Once upon a time, there was a boy whose dreams traveled to countries and conquered continents. In front of what he saw, he was immersed in dreams. This was his favorite game. But nobody knew about this game. One day her teacher gave her homework. He gave everyone a balloon and asked them to inflate it. However, the dreamer boy did not know how to inflate balloons. A couple of boring but no. He couldn't inflate. He tried it…
Sometimes the roads part to meet again Neither night gives darkness nor morning gives light. The color of the unchanging night and the day, the changing colors of our inner self. I saw many beaches abandoned by seagulls. Sometimes the person you love the most, on whom you have built your hopes, on whom you have left your life, slips from your palms. When one says start to love, one must be strong enough to risk it all. Some drink water and drown, some are brought back to…
The Emotional Life of Like-minded Inventors I want to disperse my anger on each line, To scatter and empty me, to hit, to smash, to tear up, Whatever it is, to destroy everything about this moment for me, To renew myself without minding my tiredness, By connecting every particle of it to the ground dirham dirham, doomed to drought, To cool down, to take the fire of my soul and to present it to life, Everything that I do not know, that I have not seen, that has been given to…
Looking for excuses to stay and holding on to my love! Footsteps in the hallway every evening The phone I thought was ringing wrong Wait for me, I will definitely come This is not our first separation, nor is it our last. I basted this love from my dreams, The edict of my beloved and free heart in the cage. You are my wind. You are my cry and my cry. You are the survivability of a life that has been neglected and the delayed counter of happiness that I missed as much as I…
Making material and moral sacrifices and not expecting anything in return I have a problem. Who will listen to me? No one will listen to you. Why is that? The sea is inside, they do not know the sea. We are like fish in the sea who do not know the sea. We seek justice in the afterlife. First of all, I say "marriages and family life based on love, of course" for the peace and welfare of the society, deep-rooted family and happy partnerships. In this way, the uncontrolled…
With my Pink to White Color, I Can Be a Poppy Future I didn't know that I was faithful to my dreams because every dream was a trap to fall into, before I turned to my lower memory of the truth and its hook, after all, every hidden item was indispensable for me, of course. It was always me who came to the injury, and what's up, I built it for a lifetime, and in a moment of anger, I destroyed the towers I erected, moreover, the dwellings that I acquired with my wrist, even…
The door of my house, which has been silent for all these years I'd like to say it's on my mind like it was yesterday, but I can't. I remember many things. Many beautiful things. It goes a little against the clock, though what I remember. Everything happens in slow motion because it's in my eyes. I miss you so much and this feeling hurts me so much that I cling to life just because of this feeling. Is not it funny? Does a person cling to life to feel pity? Everything was…
You were a song that never actually existed It turns out that I was shot, I understood when I saw you Your face was glass green, your eyes were all wet Darling, I've never dated another girl but you I don't know where the lights are hiding Your lips are getting shadowy I'm more and more alone, I think I'm dying. Release me from your dreams, darling, and make me happy again. My heart is an acrobat and you are only you. Latif wind, My love and your gentle house of heart, and…
First time seeing you like this after a long time Hello my black-billed crow, how have you been since we saw each other? Did the girl have your spotted puppies, but they are so cute? Let me secure the nest so they don't fall down, right? But you brought a few speckled boughs with your beak, honey, I didn't like you at all. He whispered in my speckled ear that he barked a lot, from far away I want you to know Do you know I missed you all Yes yes you too my caterpillar, I see…
All Nights I Searched for the Taste of Poetry In order for an article to come before us with the taste, salt and consistency of a poem, first and foremost; The poet, whoever the writer, should be in the climate of writing and poetry. Climate is the top priority in writing. We know that climate is a condition that comes and goes periodically, even though its time and time are not certain in humans. We can talk about climates that last for years, as well as monthly, weekly or…
We are weak players in the empire of fear Without your madness, your mind is useless! I told you. I had a dick close to him once. They're all dead. They were the people I got on best with. One day I am sitting outside the city. A young man got out of the trunk of the bus. Leakage. How it came. It came right up to me as it came out. "I know you. You are good person!" said. What the hell were they, my God! What love they taught me! I miss those days. I won't make you look for…
What I want to tell is never limited to these It was not enough to lock your dreams, dream again in the heart of your dreams. The city and poetry in vigilance, and I am swaying like a wildflower that delays opening, in that gigantic construction called Istanbul. It is actually the field of flowers inside of me when I can still be a flower and smell flowers, still plant flowers, and still love from afar without touching them. It's true that I'm opposed, you know, when people…
There are those who run and talk to the black holes of the heart I'm proud of you, but conscience can also be your enemy. You are conscientious, compassionate and at the same time cute and sweet. So tell me, do you know the attitude you should have towards this girl? Because just like other people's strengths, their weakness can destroy you. Weak people are not harmless. Their weaknesses may be their strength. Someone this unstable is a threat to you and a trap. There are…
We Are Victims of Those Who Wrong Teach True Love The memories he had kept in his heart for years were like a rebellious wind. He did not hide his hatred, he vomited everything he had accumulated inside, one by one, covered and suppressed. He knew that all those years taken from him would not come back, but all his words were the explosion of a volcano that was so full and thought to be extinguished, even though no one wanted to hear it, that volcano was boiling and of…
Showers of Dreams Trigger My Instincts A seasonal instinct is almost endowed. I was stunned and again: a relative closeness that I couldn't rest in the spiral of those erratic emotions and the dynamic of emotion that was emerging, and I let my tears go: it's a relative intimacy that I hold on to with the hand of a tolerant person, as it was yesterday, because I'm already far away from life and the world and my existence only. while writing and loving, my foundation is that…
We live mindfully in our own world without unhappy relationships The secret of all beauty is love. The secret of love is respect. The secret of respect is courtesy, grace. There is an incomparable flavor in relationships that are based on these principles. There are features that make the soul and mind very happy. There are very subtle features in such relationships. Man is in ignorance and ignorance; in vagrant flux, ignoring these great blessings of God's accidental…
Beginner and slightly brazen prayer essays When will you give me back to me? I'm thinking too. What if it's too late when you say enough is enough and you give me back. Unless there's no one left to take me back. Then will you re-create me? I play with my wreckage, which has been broken into a million pieces and each one stuck in my skin. With great calm I pull out the tiny bit, each of which has pierced my skin. It hurts so much, how can you say it? I don't know but. I cry…
Your name hidden in my tag on the hypothetical journey What dream was your guest, at what time and at night you threw me away, and now I have adopted the principle of giving birth, not being reborn in the ashes of love when I thought it was true. If you are a color, the most noble black but dreamy-eyed girl of the night in your dark eyes. All this time I have built the wall of mourning and covered with words and I have built this love from the words that escaped my veil. My…
I came out of loneliness and fell on the roads with my longing I go in search of the heart of the city, which I think is hidden in the side streets. My eyes, which accompanied the determination of the workers who were excavating their covers all night, preferred to stay awake. As soon as the sun was shining, I hit the road too. All the shops are closed, the weight of sleep is laid over the city. There are only a few people, their gazes are always on the cobblestones. Why…
Squares I've been defeated and seas I've been swimming in Every time I stare as if the rotten teeth of the old season will fall on me every time the old season strikes the sky, it is almost my existence hidden in the mournful cloud and in that single layer. It's not wanting to be with him. In endless frosty nights knowing he won't come Waiting until the morning comes. Is it the texture of sadness, maybe even the touch of a judgment that has not yet been given, and a clown…
They want to hear the language you speak for identification Listen, I'll tell you what, man, I'm saying that your love for him is like the excitement of a new country where a tourist has just set foot. Like the exotic, enchanting and dazzling one you dream of... Your curiosity is intolerable. It won't fit inside. As soon as you get there, you want to palm every inch of it, turning it into an inversion. E.g; You want to walk every single street of him. You thoroughly examine…
I am aware that there is no love in you The two elders must have been hearing the footsteps of the death that was approaching step by step, as they were expressing that they were deeply saddened by the death of their friend. Even if they read an obituary in the newspaper, they talk about it. He's much more sensitive than that. Remus shakes. He can't come to himself for days. Their last conversation was very interesting. Yesterday, I had two palm-sized pains in the back of my…
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