My miserable diary and my miserable life story dating back to my childhood I'm cautious now while weaving life with dreams. To hell with all teachings. Silence and nightmares were my counterparts, whereas enthusiasm and dreams were of course a large-scale window sill, the words that oscillated while the veil of love. I cured the day with Divine Love and dream brokers... I am the lonely and pink rose of the steppe. Thousands of pieces falling from my smiling face and everyone…
It is never a lie that I am as good-natured as I am incompatible I'm a mutiny that has been silenced. I was the last to wake up from the dead climate. I am the rose of the season, my feelings, the nightingale of the season and the nightingale of the life I shielded my chest. While I was an iceberg hidden in the North Pole, I drifted with the south winds to the equator. My geography was never good, but it was a good geography that I believed my teacher kept hidden in her…
The wings of pure knowledge are what the sorcerer fears most! Coincidence is the concerto of the senses. I think of that marvellous word called coincidence. Its spread in the infinite loneliness of the universe. How that gift presented to sad hearts at unexpected times awakens the joy of living. To meet a girl I knew from the town of cancelled memories in a poetry van in a city of sixteen million people, where I went for the first time, to sit softly next to her and smile...…
Doors slammed in my face and the rough wind blows in my soul! My dreams are not haunted these days. Just like you emphasized, after all, you were the first to say that you are not alone in dreams. Did you add the depression of the heart like the nausea hidden in the climate, and should I say the human losses that I could never eliminate from my hands, or should I say shame, that slipped away without my help? What emotion do I not have that I spur, that boredom that takes me…
I'm still searching for myself that doesn't end My dreams, I say, my dreams. Uninterrupted and unintentional. I define the season, I define every new day as a day, I expect the season, actually intertwined time and emotions and negative positive comments, from wise men and women, and while I live on the branches and streets where I have settled with my heart, the pavement sparrow, while I live on the branches and streets where I have settled with my heart, I will not change…
I've never been a misfit person That world where I suffocate is, of course, my intimacy, cross-legged and swaddled. My words are never isolated and my voice is still cheerful and my genealogy is still Sunshine. My ancestors, my grandfathers and many people I have read mercy on, maybe I am a dervish looking for his cap, I am the lodge of my heart. The wind that slays love and my feelings hanging in my temple. If I want to get profit, my hibiscus feelings that I boycotted life…
I would never skip my homework accompanied by mixed feelings and restlessness I was the only regular in the abandoned classroom. Whatever is hanging in front of me is like a painting that I actually hang on the wall with my hands. Everything was hidden in the climate of my heart, every person and the abandoned classroom that I had plunged into without even making excuses. I activated the X-ray machine inside me and documented the day and the class one by one. That day, in…
I will suddenly find peace in the bondage of love A rough wind is pounding inside me. It's like the universe incubated. To the wound of the night where I present a section of my stricken dreams, and the flickering and moving stars inside me, sometimes a picture I draw, sometimes the earth on which I crouch. On the curved roads of your life, I wait like an abandoned child, the night of my soul and the shift of my loneliness, and the darkness with which I exchange, many people…
I live with a self-data and add a word to the night A port of blue in the bed of dreams! The climate of the heart that anchors my life sometimes collapses to the ground, sometimes to the top of the sky, to the top of the sky, where I am placed in a perimeter busy with hugs, perhaps my so-called destiny, which is left over from the stories I made up, is of course my bibliography, destiny. If I am a cloud, angry. If I'm a rosette, her bright eyes. It must be a rank, the wisdom…
Cheering with my words the alphabet hidden inside me Now every line, "*Why did I write this line too?*" I angrily add to the previous one. I feel it is my duty to keep my saintly existence up to the last minute with the same vision. Because any other kind of behavior will be found strange by people who have a small relationship with me and have a little interest in me. However, now and then I lose my cherished existence from time to time. But my wounded mind. For now, he…
I'm close to the jugular vein in your neck where I string pearls of emotion I'm close to the jugular vein in your neck where I string pearls of emotion Clusters of dreams are obviously documents of betrayal and dreams hidden in the face of reality. While that song sung by the fragile birds, who have unanimously agreed to the concerto of the universe, is of course the daylight that drives the joy of the earth, and our soul and body that we surrender to the night, and then the…
My real memory is the library of my mind, I reach out my hand My existence is not stolen! The ignorance of that divine void, and here is the loneliness on its bed, handfuls of stars are hidden in my hands, the scent of lavender, the delicate texture of love, and the survivability of my sadness, which I have pinpointed, are my dreams. I'm not imaginary. Whatever my real memory is, on the dusty shelves of the library of my mind, I stretch out my hand and my heart, hidden in…
I'm in this awesome age where even a greeting is spared My loneliness hidden in this difficult road to fall into since I was caught in the shower of a dream. I try to open people's hearts with the screwdriver in my hand, but none of them respond, still I avoid my eyes as much as I love and the people I love. What I never exaggerate is that God knows first of all and that I have been rejected no matter who I am. The manifestation of reuniting with myself as soon as possible…
I expel those who are likely to leave from my soul I'm aware that my eyeglasses have increased in the last few years. I mourn my old low glasses trick. I don't have the luxury of going to the doctor myself, I don't particularly like the measurement of glasses full of germs, but my cold hands tell me other things. I miss the days when I played the piano as if that wasn't enough. I'm writing in a hurry. Actually no! Do I love in a hurry, but out of nowhere? This is also the…
I don't look at people and lie just so they'll approve of me I am on the throne of dreams, dear stranger. I am a fire that silence hears! I hug the mature body of my inner voice and mature ears, while the guide of the life spent in social life is the one that springs from me. I just feel and know what others don't see. The barley barn of my mind. Free travel and positive negative words. I have just discovered that I am hidden in purgatory and I have only just realized that…
I have words that have fallen into my heart because of the people who lost their greetings You are a city that burns in the stampede of my heart. Please turn off all the lights before I die. My words are neither iridescent nor prohibitive: My hatred and anger at the demon that blew its curse and the burning lights blinding me. If I am a word, what do I mean and why don't people call me by my name? I'm hidden in climates, I'm never burdened with a dilemma... My most reckless…
Hundreds of books I've read about you have given me so much I share a loneliness with poetry and everything that goes from my strength to my strength is inside me. As a quote, I've stopped talking about my life stolen from my everyday and stolen dreams, I just write, I just love. Wasn't that what I had before? After all, I got my strength from love and knowledge. Sometimes it is not enough to know what I know: but not to me, but to the people I am talking about, and climates…
I woke up to the call of exhaustion today My prayers have no color because as much as I embrace a utopia, I am deaf to the call of the world, and I know that the scale is as fake as the cruelty and evil and demon that I boycott. Because I only wish from my heart the beauties isolated from the human soul from my Lord... A blessed victory awaits me, and without giving thanks to a servant of God. Giraffe with cracked heels. The spiteful hyena. The treacherous-looking carrion…
I've never been harmed by people who were hurt I have never drank poetry. I never knew that I would be a rebellion left over from the boats that were floating on the horizon of my heart and the ships that sank for a lifetime. I fell in love once. Once again… However, these loves had no interlocutors and what I did not know when I had not written poetry yet is that the life I live is poetry in itself. It was you who told me, moreover, my pain that I took advantage of the…
I want to fully trust the other person without breaking my heart. I'm on the radar of your life! Sometimes the tired pages I scratch are as much a part of me as I am scribbling. Melancholy and joy. Many syllables that do not remain in me, because I love to play with syllables and spell life: I am truthful and honest and faithful to your Lord. My best man is usually sadness. All that is hidden in my balance, briefly… It's my budget deficit, my feelings are my budget surplus,…
Now I wake up more happy in the mornings Loveless people, on the other hand, are supposedly loving and omnipotent and I can't help it: I love my nothingness and I have always aspire to the office of nothingness. I demand neither implication nor destruction. Only while my cells are multiplying and decreasing, I am grateful to my destiny with the presentation of life, and since I am in love with my Lord... What has changed in the world and in an age where even love is denied,…
It is only humanity and love that is in my head What does being earth change? Just as we came from the soil and we will go to the soil. With my blossoming soul and the fast approaching spring, know how I too will run to the countryside and bloom. And yes, I have always postponed opening, don't look at my flower quality that I have for a lifetime... For example, I am a nomadic song forgotten in the nooks. I am also very familiar with history that repeats itself. What am I…
I also kicked out the shadows that accompanied my smiling face Life when it's not a game! I'm a noose in the blind knot of my loneliness. You took my youth, which I sacrificed to blind bullets, in front of the bullets. I have the perfect white collar title that matches my mood in the plazas where I take flight with the peace of backflip. One step later, I returned to education again, and while taking crazy notes in the lecture halls, I kept my eyes on the hill without being…
Even if I write thousands of poems, I am still the child of the first day The mild season hidden inside me and a stylish smile hidden outside me. While my destiny and my fortune and my chest and my chest and what I don't think are my slogan as much as I pronounce it, my feelings and your belief in the power of the Divine Wind blowing is the most significant. The sky is roaring. The heart is snoring. If it is love, I am the spelling mistake of love, because I am a poet,…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
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:…
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