Images of My heart like a weary traveler I am at the end of the Gregorian calendar. Science, the republic of pain, the title of the sky is hidden in the hands of love and in it. Maybe it's an enigma that has been smashed, sometimes with a vaveyla that pauses while loving, and sometimes goes out like a candle while going crazy with anger. The secrets recorded in the budget of the cantor and we, the keeper of the winter, shivering with cold, are waiting at the ready as we move…
I never envied the tales of a thousand and one nights I have no color, mister, and I'm fed up with dime novels and riots. In the phases of love, my mind was blown, whereas I was always in love, and a foreign and false wind to manifest love and itself. I tied rags to the sky with my hands. I rebelled and lamented a thousand times. I never emulated the tales of one thousand and one nights, and I never imitated film in the series, which parceled out the screens with high…
I keep my human love even when it hurts I am weighing my dreams, dear sir, because I am a dream magician and I hold them involuntarily, sometimes I sew up my tears when I stare at your heart, and sometimes I try to bring my two sides together after a great effort, but I cannot repair that broken temple inside me. Sometimes I wrap myself in calico. Sometimes I'm craving sponge cake, but I can't button it, otherwise I miss you every time I want to unbutton my jacket, but I…
After dozens of poems I scribble, I forget to write poetry My being lost in the first step of a paranoid loneliness. A wish is the repetition of the wind passing through me and blowing, a subtitle is that I put my laziness in writing unconditionally. I'm losing a cent, a dire stray, I'm a suspect of the foaming sea and the dreams of the dark: I have an elegant loneliness that I sometimes get defeated, sometimes boycott and sometimes capsize, and more than a flashing light on…
What I said impossible in life became a reality I collect dead leaves in a frozen garden in the frost of the soul. Every autumn he comes to the city early, with half women and men after him. I see children walking barefoot in the streets. Hungry pigeons… A quiet breeze blows her hair in the stillness of the evening… Her feet are also bare… The cars with bright red headlights, the moon in the night, the pain full of charcoal hitting the sea, the birds dancing in the sunset,…
Caught in a shower of dreams tonight and I stumbled forward It turns out that you have fallen into a postponed dream, especially as I write these lines to you from the far walls of the future, where I stare with my loneliness. What I thought was packed until yesterday, and now what I didn't expect has prevailed in this stampede. A shabby dervish lives in my heart, and with the mobilization of the climate, I supposedly make my day, whenever I come across the sun at the bottom…
I don't have a color yet but everybody says I'm white It starts from the ends of my hair, no more breakage I taste the words I accidentally swallow bitter words whose poison I fear. Is it the charm of your life, you know, the entrance of the garden where mimosas are entwined and thousands of buds spread over me; I breathe the rebellion of the flying pollen inside and I sneeze, if it is in the language of poetry, if the turmoil inside me is also the gigantic conflict of the…
I saw myself in a mirrored dream, in the pale solitude of death I was a lonely child His heart is on the tip of his tongue. Said I could die of lovelessness psychiatrists Whereas me and my naughty heart were there Everyone knew! I knew that ! For some reason, everyone was smiling at the mirrors in that shadow game. Our hands were bare in the midst of orphan crowds And far away has never been so close! While we were resting in the shadow of lost memories, we were fading in…
No land accepted me, but I worshiped the land A child with his heart in his mouth Like I'm taking the pen in my hand Incompetent, inexperienced and unlikely I'm all alone every time. I chewed the flowers, it wasn't enough, I scrambled my joys with the dust left behind, I accumulated loneliness and tile-colored pains every time, then I went to the roof of love and I got lost from that day to this day. The time I lost. Every place I've been lost. The meaning of being human is…
I was in pain while my two dear friends were hanging around, the three of us Darkness devoured time. There was no night. The sun was already charred and the earth was covered with a sticky darkness. Wild voices came from the depths, and they ripped through the darkness like a thin blade. Like a whip that hides… These sounds, which broke through the wall of pain, turned into a metallic noise and were now forcing the earth's crust. I had no voice. I lost my voice in the belly…
Although I didn't lose hope, My dreams lost a lot of momentum Which fairy tale were you, me wandering on the planet of reproach... The addicted to love and intoxicated sadness is hidden in the race. The time when I planted a smile, His long gone breath. I cut this article from slaves who worshiped their souls, and I drank until they swelled, and I drank the insult of poor creatures. Maybe it was a smile, a slap in the face of humanity and while the few good people with…
He would paint his paintings in the color of sadness before he was ready A crossroads covers the night without stopping, Uncertainty has fallen, no one is asking about that sad person anymore. When loneliness closes an era, Each of the future days that will run into the past. The street of the house where the doors are closed, the unknown hangs over it, the walls are filled with worries, and the walls are painted and they swear they can't enter. He was walking away from the…
I was guilty for everything I explained and even my secret was a crime As I close the suitcase I prepared for the trip, she looks into my mother's eyes and in her brief moment of silence just says, "Mother!" I would say, that's it. All her complaints would end at that moment, and the tone of my voice would make her a docile and submissive woman again. That one word, the butterfly's determination to fly in its cocoon of love, "No!" Maybe it was the saying itself. My mother…
I'm the mafia of my feelings and my share of under the stairs sadness Every poem has its own loneliness. I write poetry to deal with all this confusion. Poetry is a good companion for a nomadic person like me. Even if you go to the bottom of the seven floors of the earth or go up to the seven floors of the sky, it will come with you. Poetry is an impossible thing, impossible, helpless. I feel this, I always find my own despair in him. A mountain with a high altitude hidden…
My hidden unborn children and undying loves in my dowry chest In your face covered with dreams, the city of love, and every time I fall, I fall in love with you again. A long, long wait, a long, long wait, a smile stuck in the rivers of the sun-faced dervish mind, with wandering sentences hanging in the country cafes. I praise every morning and cure loneliness, mostly with the enthusiasm of being us. I was playing a red leaf, flying as the main girl. It turns out that my…
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