After all the obstacles that I overcame by writing, I reconciled with myself The projection of the infinite record hidden in the world library that I want to read. What I want to write is never limited to these. You see the eternity inside of me too, dear reader, and it is the sparkle in your eyes that makes the night bright, and here I am, I fired sleep from the door, and when my muse came out of the chimney, my glorious journey has already started as of now. Millions of…
I still live with the belief I feel for the presence of beautiful and good people The poems I sometimes read in magazines; It is so fancy and diligent, sometimes I am ashamed. I tried to be otherwise for once, and even for a short time… I am happy with my unhappiness, and I love to love a word, just a salute. Why should I lick what I spit? Yes, it has been a long time, but the climate inside me still doesn't go beyond spring . And yes, I have no lie and I am peaceful with…
Millions of lights are on every night in the city in my heart The most beautiful springs are hidden behind the harshest winters. This word is written on the back cover of the magazine I just closed. part of my heart; “Sounds good, promising to say the least.” Although he says he says, this determination does not prevent the sarcastic smile that appears on my lips. And involuntarily the words are pouring out of my heart. Even though I see a thousand springs, the stone will…
I pay the price with my words for my unceasing longing in My heart It's like a dream under which I'm wedged The arrogance of love to fall into The demon who blew the curse and his disciple Ants in my chest Offal hidden in my heart Guest memories in my yesterday My day-faced mother, whom I host the night A hunchback before dawn, perhaps of loneliness Adjective, smashed heart Retaliatory world and fate And here I pronounce my pain That locked drawer I can't open I still loved…
I finally came to my senses and stood before you with my poetic heart I longed for the fire of the dim star. But I was a scream without season. Doors that close in my face rather than when I shut myself in. Sometimes strange dreams, sometimes verses that I know as sarcophagus. Was it the treat of the season, this intoxicating bustle? Was my heart the disciple of the day I sent down stories to the wicked? I, on the other hand, remembered a familiar face as love, in me I knew…
My inner voice that I put on hold plus it's screaming out loud I'm on the brink of impossibility in this life. I have loafer dreams, I have a nature that I do not leave my school path. In front of me, there are rough faces like hyenas, whose name is human, but he sold his soul to the devil. The sky in me is to live while I mourn. My sovereign, my Lord, and my hectic temperament. My solitude is inviolable, yet my self is occupied. The sky rumbling in my chest, whereas the…
For the first time I'm not afraid of being forgotten and erased I got caught first. All my cells burned one by one. I didn't even chime in. I burned until there was nothing left of me. Oh if only you could see! My skin was the most glorious of flames. How this story started, it doesn't really matter. One day I decided to erase my fingerprints from the world. The only thing I would leave behind would be a deep and silent void, I knew. I let go of my last breath, which is set…
You used to dream of me in the front row of my hopes Where are the traces of tears flowing from my eyes while you were dreaming? Even the dreams of love that are now erased are not felt. Listen to me and there is a black mourning with your dreams in my eyes. With your dreams, I think of the years in a row. There is not a single sentence that belongs to you that will make me happy, together with the remaining time. The moment I dream of you, it's as if it melts into your…
Tales are full of hope and some poems are too As long as we live there is hope, despair is choosing not to live. Every living thing that breathes carries hope. The trees hopefully wait for the spring to come. No tree will say what will I do now, if all my leaves have fallen or if new ones do not take their place. Birds migrate to warm places when the weather gets cold, they fly far away by flapping their wings. All animals are hopeful. If we say that life is an unsolved…
I fell like heaven to your rose garden that I should love the most The divisions of dreams, the separating of the facts, the geography of the heart that falls into a dilemma rather than a climate, and the seasons that I mourn. If you hate the dirty meter, I bounce in the daisy fields one by one. With the privilege of being a flower. The majestic dome of a chromatic guide. Poems for a drink inside of me, which I sometimes resent, but mostly to myself because I love the guest…
I think for those things that I know what it means A poem. A story. A verse. One try. Maybe a novel. With the peace and happiness of progress at the peak of spirituality that revives me. I stole from my sleep. The one I stole from my life before. In order to touch the future, the feelings and dreams that remain in my palate and the trademark is your life. One by one I'm going. The only one I chose. I shunned my eyes. Sometimes I get hooked. While my heart is love, my radar…
Time was running with me towards the end and I didn't care The big mountains were divided into two with orphalism. They crumbled. There was such a noise that only silence remained behind. I was the reason, but no one knew. Arrogance. I was eaten secretly wandering in my blood. My skin, my body, my cause, the past, so many anger about the past had accumulated so much that I did not make my voice even what was going to happen. I hugged the only weapon in the hands of a…
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