Open mouth Speaks his mind No unnecessary signals No signs to discover Plain... Calls what he says Thoughtful Cold as ice Warm like a blanket When it's time... He gathers all love, Open up his wings ..and fly He won't let any uncertainity to cover up my mind So honest even it hurts my heart How come? Couldn't help to notice but, We are destined to crush. As written all over the walls, all around the world, "life sucks and then you die" ... He's neat very comforting... makes me wanna be a better one. I'm dull I'm numb One arm broken, an eye missing... I've been always told, it's devastating when you're torn apart He sees pieces of me He collects my parts Whole is not enough He's self controlled He knows I'm not one of those stepping stones I raised my arms, He knows what I want... As known by everyone; The more we ignore, the closer we got. Stares spread, All around the hall.. He may not know, This is an engrave to my soul.. He's fine Smiling all the time My cheek hurts Even it's hard to follow up his line I know. How? I don't know. Could it be any other Could I have been anywhere else but here? He's sweet Chocolate flowing over my wrist Unaware of how scary this is He's a stellar with cosmic instincts I'm down I'm all tomorrow parties missing clown He sees me... inside. He feels my sad miserable parts, Though he heals my scars.. He dances me over the night, Seductive electricity in between eyes, United under the stars, Love is our playground...
So this is it. Now. Conspiracy of our own doomed fight, A little wink over love, Putting spells over life... Now. We have cursed our own hearts. Flashes above the moonlight, All stars are possessing random nights... A walk by the twilight, A long pause over the dead flies, Putting aside the fences one by one, is like building an artificial history behind. Relentless shouts behind the neck of the street Just like crucifying the little girl over misreads False alarms, while she's dancing with sparkles in her eyes, twirling round the hall, by little misleaded steps.
A high journey after stepping aside of a long grief Within the manner of speaking, feeling at ease... Rest in seagulls, stuffed hearts, permissions to breakdowns.. Ramble at once, all of sudden sweats got cold dry. Fool mind, how come had a belief in unexplainable loves? All the time, all this catch & release? Even an end, with a proper tease, would bloom new daisies, over to-be-forgotten miseries... If only a step further to reality, would be a real convenience dream. Pacing back & forth between semi-dynamic world of relationships.. I'm very down to earth, yet a very vulnerable instrument for so many. Still not completed, as if blanks to be filled are missing. Genuinely just got started, as if expectation clears the history. "Brand new starts" are the next generations wish-list I'm staying at your disposal, in case you all may need me! Whether you are an old hawk or just a wanna-be I'm wasting overtime & stealing the possibility You all are very fucking welcome to ruin my very own feelings! Exposure your little cracks and I'll devastate my mind I'll explode my heart out, to ease your lazy outcomes Surely you're very fucking welcome to turn my world upside down! Yet to make a better please upon your lives, keep up counting on me, like a healing divine, while I'll be really happy to inform you, that your shortcomings & insecurities are no longer my issue, I'm no longer at your pathetic funny little side!
what an ironically true way... what Drum tobacco puts on ,of Voltaire : "The passions are winds that fill the ship's sails; although they sometimes cause its destruction, it could not proceed without them"
Koskoca bir yaz ertesi, terleyen bir balkonda, sarmaşıkları henüz kurumamışken asmaların, ve eylül hala yaz güneşiyle flört ederken, biten mevsimin son meyveleri, avucumdan, ıslak toprağa karışıyor. Sabırsız dalgalanışı bekleyişlerin, sınırsız sabıra kavuşuyor. Gecelerin sabaha dayanışı, günlerin gecelere yalvarışı... Herşey baktığında var oluyor. Umursamazsan yok olup gidiyor. Farkına bile varamadan dönüyor dünyanın nevri. "Sonunda buldum" dediğin başlangıçlar başka mevsimlere anı oluyor. Aslında seviyorsun güneşin ışığını, belki yalnızca aşıkken, Yalnızlığın karanlığa yakıştırılmış olmasından güzel geliyor yıldızlar tercihen, Aslında bütün aşk şarkıları gecelere güneşler doğuruyor, Ayrılıklar ışıkları söndürürken. Çünkü o zaman gökyüzü gerçekten mavi, rüyaların en olmazı gerçek, ve nefaset... içerilere yerleşmiş oluyor. İstisnalar bazen kaideyi bozuyor.
Histerik öfke patlamaları
Hisseli harikalar kumpanyası
Bunlara rağmen her tabela, U dönüşe mani
Pişmanlığın sırtında üç kalorifer peteği
Keskin bir noktaya hizalanmış gözbebeği
Yaşları titrerken bir güz yaprağı gibi
Kalbin sonlanan devri aklı pişman etti
Hezeyanlara gebe davranışları
Hayal kurma oyunları
Bunlara rağmen her teselli, can yakmaya kafi
Sersemliğin belinde senelerin ceremesi
Sararmış havada tıkanmış nefesi
Gecelerin sesi bitmez bir çile gibi
Aklın hoyrat seyri kalbi perişan etti
