FreebirdFree the bird,that speaks no words,and let him find his way.
infinite CompletenessThe road to infinite completeness,is patience beyond such doubt-that we gaze upon the ground beneath us,while wondering what life is about.
Songs of Our SoulsThe songs of our souls,are simple,short and sweet;lovely and vibrant.
Forgiveness HymnsThe sky sings hymns,when we sin.Life is hard,but it also forgives,by letting us live.
Life is a RainstormOur hearts bear pains,harsh summer rain;What one might call,trials,and tribulations.
GoldSilence is golden.Talking is silver.Living is glitter.
Sky and GroundReaching for stars,and setting high bars,is why we have Sky,and Ground.
The Death DanceDeath is the new victory dance,moving like a shadow against this wall,we call life.
The Little ThingsStill waters,quiet birds.Bumblebees,that say no words.These are the many,joys that life brings;the little things.
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presenceTo be your maladySo fragile in essenceWith vulnerabilityThe last of the lettersHas finally been sentNo newspaper cuttingsJust these feelings to ventAlone in my abodeAt the dining room tableI relinquish romanceTo the realms of fableThe time of no replyHolds sway over my lifeFork for food, spoon for sauceRedundant is my knifeArrogant ignoranceHave you forgot my nameWatch from your widow's walkAs you drench me in shameOut to sea, out of sightYou cast my memoryI'll run aground on the shoresOf your inequity
Simdi Bir Yerlerde"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDEŞimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlarŞimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyorSazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyorKumsallarda toprağa değiyor ayGüneşin hatırasına sarılıyorDalgalanıyor kumsalÇoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyorŞimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyorKimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyorMandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor ineklerÇeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesiDerinlerinde tane tane incilerDerinlerinde yeşillerDerinlerinde bir tok toprakÇeltiklere varamayan sularDoyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanlarıKovana dolar gibiŞehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıklarıBu
day eighti. let down your guard i must admit; there is nothing at all that i find more becoming than a subconscious smile, than a door into your thoughts, than a heart free of armour. ii. like what i like i seek a symphony-saturated soul; rasied upon nocturne lullabies i search in every ( suspended ) harmony for someone who's searching, too. i seek a writer, reader, poet; who bleeds in melifluous metaphor and i'll fall so quickly for the wordsmith who crafts his stanzas with an infinity of careiii. cherish love me deeply, hold me; make me believe there's nothing else in the world. let that be enough.
VIRTUAL INSANITYReality your concept,of cause and effectCommon to your belief,of order and disorderA world of regret,of chaos and introspection
Prelude Nocturne;I conjure the moonas dusk crests, a wave across the sky I am lovely and lonely in the night, shadow- shackled to the mountainsideand the mothsunfurl their hamsa-wings asmama calls me in.
Useful skillIt is a useful skillTo fake a smileTo put on a maskGiving others the lieThe sweet delusionThat you're OKThat you're happyBut don't let that maskNo matter how usefulBecome your true faceFor it is betterTo face the hardshipsAnd conquer themThan to lose your identityOn behalf of a lieEven if it is temptingEven if it is seductiveIt's still a lie
The friction's in the fictionSurprise! Surprise!The moving imagesyou didn't even think were connectedturned out to be your life.I can't find myselfin those flashing pictures,but sometimes I catch a glimpse of mein the spacesin between.I was the one holding the camera.I was the guest you forgot to invite.I was the one you left waiting at thedock, clutching a ticket for a shipthat never had any intentionof coming in.Congratulations!You've stopped me dead in my tracks,but so what?We both knowthere's a millionth time for everything.
Marlboro WishesI watch pebbles send ripples dancingacross the half-congealed sludgeof a gas puddle left behindby a nondescript driverin a badly painted pickuppicking cigarette butts out of the ashtraysin this abandoned parking lot.You study me with steady eyesover horn-rimmed glassesand lips lined a working-girl red;in a fit of inspiration,I let the puddle settleand tell youI've been skipping wishesacross the aurora borealishoping for a break.Before you drive away,taillights red beneath a red light,you strike a match across the dashand hold it to your Marlboro Red.Take a drag, working girl,and leave it still-smoking for me.
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”[Free-style poem]Why do this love this web comic, you ask?Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)We really do love Sollux’s lisp,and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,it's also Rose's amazing magic.How about when Dave starts rappingand Jade Harley begins napping?We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,and how John is such an adorable guy.Or maybe it’s with all the spritesor how prospit glows bright.Can’t forget about Derse’s darknessor Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)There’s also this thing with Tav and stairswhich he t
BabiesBabies are born,like butterflies;nurtured by nuance,and destined to dream.