Whenever sleepless nights pile up, My heart pours itself into words; Sometimes my emotions are a rebellion born of defiance, At other times, the fresh blossoms of spring branches. Silently and helplessly, My heart pours itself into words. Perhaps one day we will become the beginning of a brand-new spring. Or perhaps that fifth season,
The lines of the balloons got tangled as I can make it out. Love affairs got mixed and cooled, like balloons. Who loved whom and when? some are gone by a flight, only their lines are left behind. Sometimes we held them high overhead, like balloons, sometimes we pumped up too much, and they blew
For Hakan Türkürer, Main Records & DJ House It’s both misty and cold But the pale street lamps Wriggled out from a colorful night Twirlingly Wink at the night At the love looking for loyalty Concerned with finding That eternal, endless love Maybe there is one It is sweating while dreaming about it Bitter
For Küçük Oya, Saliha Yiğit, and Canan As if dying of love is too easy Time and matter do fly in space as it were Inside a moment The teeth of my dreams Would whimper for their trouble The lines are drenched in blood The mirrors would draw a circle As if in front
You are young, and you want to marry Give it a rest to breeding Ask yourself what you whether you deserve or not To demand a child You used to think that you are shrewd You thought your short foolishness was love You found a maid like an angel, and you got married In
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Please talk about love Tell me about love About love, You too talk about it It has been told many times So shall be until the doomsday Why is this insistence Some talked about it with images, some with metaphor Some looked down on it, some exaggerated Every love told is way different
If we are lucky and live long enough, one day quite by accident the great consolation appears. And although it cannot heal the scars of our past loves or help us to forget the last tear racing down a dying father’s cheek, the great consolation suddenly overturns everything we were so sure was finally settled
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I want what fire craves to hold everything always to burn through appearance like flames shattering a mirror. I want what summer promises in breezes perfumed by honeysuckle, jasmine, and rhododendron blossoms when heat quickens the senses during nights of unforgettable lovemaking like poems in which you encircle every line. I want what
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carotid artery of life cracked there’s no one holding me spread out on my eyelashes is the chart of the depths from the cross-section of the cliff-herb i am squint-eyed for the blueness the color of hope disappeared reality is an arrow made out of bone is someone wondering if it is a ritual
The wandering feet in these secretive gardens are not mine anymore, I swear, no idea whose They are leant on your high-flown looks The eyes are not mine, I swear, no idea whose The words uttered for the first time in the world are not mine I am in doubt of myself Let
