I never looked up and forgot what was down I'm looking for a sentence to tangent to! Since I am filled with every longing that is a reflection of making fun of myself. So many books and millions of sentences about reading while you are a bookkeeper of your heart are dancing in my twitching eyes. My pupils and I enjoy filling the day and life with spelling mistakes. Should I say a busy life? Otherwise, the child inside of me, who I grew up sleeping like a dream in which the…
Darkness is playing ball in the corridors of my mind My wing is broken and I'm flapping incessantly. My poems that I keep in my bowl, which is actually the product of sadness, which I divide a day, then slice my heart, and then keep it waiting on the execution bench. And my exposures that I wrote and deleted recently. Moreover, if I live without knowing time and space, but with my floating existence, I bring a multidimensional perspective to life with a transdimensional…
I dedicate free smiles to that huge wound hidden inside me My dreams are one-man wit. I am on the sill, hidden perhaps in the womb of the universe, declaring my pre-death immunity. I am the miserable god of my chronic fatigue and hypocritical smiles, my heart jumps and I dedicate free smiles to that gigantic wound hidden inside me. My words at your command. However, my pen has not written for several days. Of course, my witty heart and platoons are monopolized by melancholy:…
I'm angry at my pen, my inner voice is still on silent waiting The days are nights, the nights are sadness. On my journey, the train that I caught at the last moment in the back car, and once I was its locomotive, my life, my pride and my teachings were defeated. I had a father who had such beautiful hazel eyes. I was the only one, he wouldn't be in any trouble. He was a simple man, he didn't get up from his seat much. There were too many of us, she wouldn't talk to me. Then…
Since the day I met poems, I've been hiding your words With the words of love, when my soul was poetry, I set out on the road. My love, my enmity with love, the darkness, and yet my sadness hidden in the dark, my Lord, my tears that I shed as poetry by jumping out of my tongue stuck in a syllable by nature. The sky's overalls of blue. Your emotions painted black. In the sometimes thick silence and dominance of the divine being, the fallen leaves of the Divine Wind line up.…
My gaze was vacant and you were my biggest iMy gaze was vacant and you were my biggest illusion The experience turned into an unmatched freak. Existence has been replaced by a completely different world. Memories turned into a cloud of dust, Life was now in the colony of another star. We were wandering around with half-ghost and half-living beings. Just as in the world; like being dead while living and some still living after death. Like the times when we couldn't bury it…
I searched for a garden of paradise in my life adventure My fascination is on the lapel of my pen like a badge that attaches to reality and sometimes dreams. Uncapped words are not in my area of interest. In fact, even though I accept every word, I am defeated by the possibility of being satirical, sometimes expatriate, sometimes pointing out the words and missing images, one by one, for a lifetime. No, no, that can't be me. Tongue sore or heartache? I can never be you, or…
I write as I burn and I burn as I write I have words, old man. I have everything old: Love and respect and respect and peace and truth. My words. Did I pay the price? Shouldn't I love then? The guidance that I climb as much as I love. According to some, I find peace as much as I love, misery. Virtue is what I know, which is added to torture. An order in which love and hope and sweat are not respected. Neither the victim, nor the opposition, nor the victor. My smile that I…
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