Babies are born,
nurtured by nuance,
and destined to dream.
Peace in the SnowBroken branches,
Our souls carry scars,
from sharp splinters.
In our attempts,
to match the speed,
of a sprinter,
we find peace,
in the winter.
ExperienceI’ve had a taste of peace.
I’ve had a taste of pain.
I’ve had a taste of sunshine.
I’ve had a taste of rain.
I’ve experienced silence.
I know what to do.
Somehow I get through.
Ash MiraclesGod is good.
God is great.
He is not,
the author of hate.
The Lord is a flower,
in a garden of ashes;
He always takes action.
Erasing the PastThrough time and space,
we learn to erase,
our issues past.
And even if,
the past does clash,
with our dreams,
Hope On FireSo spacey.
My mind is so racy.
And it's driving me crazy.
Yet it never seemed to,
I’ve grown tired,
as my patience expires;
Like hope set on fire.
he made me cry long hoursI think the man who opened
the Starbucks door for me today
knew that I was broken. I think,
as he rushed to get the door
before I got there, he knew
my arms would snap off if I tried
to open it myself. I think he saw
something crooked behind my
straight teeth. I think crying
is my job and a day without bawling
my eyes out is a fucking holiday.
just so you know, I've learned how
love works: it's you doing nothing
and that meaning everything to me;
it's me doing everything and that
meaning nothing to you. we're broken,
you know. like a song on repeat, I've tried
countless times to fix us. I even volunteered
to be a janitor to sweep up all the pieces.
but I can't fix something that you broke. so
will you just leave me alone already? I'm not-
look closely, I have 34 syllables just for you:
my lips can't speak so
I settle with the open-
ing of hips instead.
I am begging you
to please be careful when you
pull off my tight pants.
I have mailed the notes-to-self
to my eye sockets, the ones tha
to cry and be heldhe's awake and he's cold and he's
crying in my arms, whispering songs
singing the sound of the rain into my ear
tears are falling on our cheeks
our skin swallowing the water
we are naked and calm
beneath the cinnamon tree
our skin cracking as its leaves land in our hair
holding dry leaves in our hands
holding them to our hearts
he's kissing my shoulder
the wind blowing my hair
onto his spine
my skin is bruised and cold
but he holds me as my eyes cry
into his heart, soaking the leaves
our bodies drifting and fading
into sleep, the leaves awakening
our skin cold and dry- the leaves alive
if the leaves were our hearts
blowing in and out of the wind
landing in our lover's hair
soaking up our lover's tears
falling asleep and awakening
with the seasons
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent
Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable
The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame
Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity
Simdi Bir Yerlerde
"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"
ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDE
Şimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlar
Şimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyor
Sazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyor
Kumsallarda toprağa değiyor ay
Güneşin hatırasına sarılıyor
Çoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyor
Şimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyor
Kimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyor
Mandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor inekler
Çeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesi
Derinlerinde tane tane inciler
Derinlerinde bir tok toprak
Çeltiklere varamayan sular
Doyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanları
Kovana dolar gibi
Şehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıkları
IgnoranceBroken dreams, a shallow heart,
Wings of innocence torn apart,
Caught in a moment, but out of time,
Lifes a song that just doesnt rhyme,
Selfish wants, puritys destruction,
Snared in the wildfire of needy seduction,
National suicide, greed became lust,
Having to lie in order to trust,
Nightmare, wide awake,
Watching society burn at the stake,
Shattered faith, gone with yesterday,
Back before love was a cliché,
Light inverted, shadows lead,
Growth is faster with a tainted seed,
Destiny, approaching fast,
In a race where all come last,
Apparitions, icy chills,
Blaming ghosts for making the kills,
Breaking silence, whispering screams,
Accepting everything as it first seems,
Ignorance, we brought this on,
Then were surprised when all hope was gone.
compulsive liartruth: my paint water from two days ago is still in my room.
truth: it's murky.
truth: it's foggy outside.
truth: I can't find my shirt.
truth: that's nothing new.
truth: whatis ever new anymore?
truth: that was a rhetorical question.
truth: I lie when i write poetry.
truth: I have suicidal thoughts during dinner often.
truth: there's a reason why I wear baggy clothes around the house.
truth: I'm so ashamed.
truth: lately I've been eating less and getting full more easily.
truth: the pants that were too tight on me are beginning to loosen.
truth: halfway through brushing my teeth I realized I was using someone else's toothbrush.
truth: I didn't care.
truth: I just lied twice.
truth: actually I just lied six times.
truth: I follow you around like a little sister follows her older sister.
truth: I should leave you alone.
truth: I can't leave you alone.
truth: I could've loved someone better than you, you know.
truth: he wouldn't avoid me like you do.
truth: he would notice the days we di
everyday, every night, all...in preparing a heart
for the vast expanses of america
be sure to schedule disappointments early
so as to leave endings
for bitter defeat
be a firm believer
in the healing power of laughter
this makes trying to stifle
the unavoidable giggles that occur
when considering the irony
of your own demise
a lot more fun
failure romantic again
what we're giving
and completing the circle
when truly taking the time
to find yourself
be sure you've filled out
the proper forms
you'd hate to find yourself
and just one more line to go
it's something like infinity
if it's enough to make you angry
it's enough to make you
it all comes down
to proper planning
day ninei. starting over
i'm deserting bitterness and battle plans
in favour of yeats, plath, and fitzgerald;
i'm going to put myself together again.
you nodded in what i suppose was approval,
but offered no encouragement except for
a small and tender smile; quickly gone.
you've little to say to me these days,
although we always do our best.
we sat silent in the park;
winter at a chilly height,
while the last words of
an unsatisfying latte
( soy, extra shot ) lay
heavy and uncomfortable
with malt biscuits in
my stomach, and with
the knowledge that,
i'll be right back
where i started.
there are some quiet nights when it
almost feels as if i've been placed
on the wrong side of daylight;
swan diveserpent eyes, you stair-step the ladder of my spine
with parched lips and whispered treasures,
weaving an enchantment measured
deep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,
your breath a gasping, breaking me in
with a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,
walking promises like dogs pulling at the leash
avoiding the corner fire hydrants
because that's where the town meets
to swap gossip like spit
and you can't stand to let your secrets slip
so they pool instead at the corners
of your poison-chapped lips
when i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,
catch your heart as it drops,
jot your number on scrap paper,
drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'round
telling you i risked it all to find myself,
a paralyzed swan diving from high spaces
on a dare to feel everything except broken...
but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,
flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything