I woke up with
A sore back, and
stepped in cat
***** when my
feet hit the floor.
I turned on the
radio, and My Favorite
Things was playing,
the John Coltrane
version.
It reminds me of
rainy July nights.

I make some coffee,
And check the book sales.
Hey, I got a couple in
India, and the coffee tastes
right.

I take it as it comes.
Black and true, like
Steinbeck's bones.
Don’t forget about the
goings of mice and men.

All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end

This latter stage of life unfolds—  
so distant now from dreams once gold.  
Each sunset sinks, each storm is crossed,  
and whispers still of Loved and Lost.  

The days ahead, though yet unwritten,  
hold no warmth, no solace given.  
I stand beneath the waning sun,  
and find no comfort—  
there is none.

It all fell apart,
To fall in place

I got stuck
in a plot
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w
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and it made
me

A) Dizzy
B)  Sick
C) Light-headed
D) Aware

............(Answer)..............

I might be somewhat egoistic
I could be very indiscreet
I might be rude – just by statistics
And just insensitive a bit.

I might be full of flaws, my dear
I can regret some things I do
But I have one good trait, it's here:
I just can't stop my thoughts of you.

If I offended you, my deity
Please, have some mercy and forgive
My heart of steel is slowly melting
So now it has some love to give.

The world does not stop.  
Its hands grind the hours to dust,  
indifferent, relentless,  
a machine that tears beauty from its roots.  

They pave over wildness,  
turn green to gray,  
and laugh as they vanish into cities  
built to collapse.  

And I hate them for it—  
for the way they pass by  
what remains,  
too blind to see the tender rebellion  
of a wildflower rising through cracked stone,  
the stillness of a hill beneath an endless sky.  

At fifty-five miles per hour,  
they reduce the infinite to a blur,  
a place they will never touch.  

But I love the quiet, the overlooked.  
The way moss clings to damp stone,  
the faint pulse of water through soil,  
the hum of life in a field mouse’s frantic dash.  

A single blade of grass,  
standing unbroken beneath the frost,  
carries more grace than the world  
they call progress.  

For I, too, am a speck of dust,  
being ground down by causality,  
spun within the great indifference  
of all that moves and does not see.  

And yet I persist—  
a small thing against the weight,  
an ember clutching at its warmth,  
a whisper in the deafening void.  

I want to scream,  
not to stop the world,  
but to make them see.  
To make them hear the voice of moss,  
the whisper of grass,  
the soft rebellion of the unnoticed.  

I want them to kneel  
and lay their palms to the ground,  
to feel what still endures beneath them—  
not in grandeur,  
but in the quiet things  
that will outlast their noise.  

Let them say I was hollow.  
Let them call me bitter, or ruined.  
But let them know this:  
Every fragile thing that stood defiant  
held a piece of me within it,  
a weight to steady its roots,  
a breath to fan its fire.  

And when they forget,  
as they always will,  
I will remain in the places they passed,  
small and unseen,  
but unbroken.

It took losing you to realize, I want you
It look losing you to realize I have been a fool to you
It look losing you to see it was my own fault
That I was pushing the car to go overboard.

It may be broken and hard to salvage
But I intend on working hard to bring it back from its garbage
For even trash and broken things can turn out even more beautiful than it was in beginning
I promise you,this would not be our story's ending.

I didn't see the vision of the life we could build
I was consumed by all the bitterness that I didn't search within
You were trying to save me
Yet I constantly rejected it
As if you meant nothing to me at all.

I was a fool to ever let you go
I did damage to you that you never deserved
I'm trying my best to pull myself together
So I can get another chance at building that life you so desired.

The journey back to you would take alot, no doubt
But let me prove to you I can handle the load
And make you proud one day of being your girl.

We ran out of us !

Sixty years of
Blood
Sweat
Ink

Perhaps today
Something good

We are as moral
as we are able to be,
just never forget the principles.

Like the wind stroking leaves, causing it falling from the tree.

Like water kissing fire, extinguishing it suddenly.

Like snow touching ground, melting slowly.

Like the moon meeting the sun, covering it completely.

So was your love, poisoning me intentionally.

Trusting blindly, while you consumed my soul cruelly.

My heart surrendering passionately, only to be destroyed fiercely.

My mind embracing loneliness, determining my destiny.

                                               *Ş.Ü

The hurt I can't touch
Shortens breaths
Widens gray-green eyes and forces
Bitter, stubby toes to curl
It moves me
And I bear it
It takes words away
And forces others
It winces and worries
The hurt I can't touch is to much

Un baiser sur mon front ! un baiser, même en rêve !
Mais de mon front pensif le frais baiser s'enfuit ;
Mais de mes jours taris l'été n'a plus de sève ;
Mais l'Aurore jamais n'embrassera la Nuit.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que son haleine
Me rendait les climats de mes jeunes saisons,
Que la neige fondait sur une tête humaine,
Et que la fleur de l'âme avait deux floraisons.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que sur ma joue
Mes cheveux par le vent écartés de mes yeux,
Pareils aux jais flottants que sa tête secoue,
Noyaient ses doigts distraits dans leurs flocons soyeux.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que l'innocence
Gardait contre un désir ses roses et ses lis ;
Que j'étais Jocelyn et qu'elle était Laurence,  
Que la vallée en fleurs nous cachait dans ses plis.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que mon délire
En vers mélodieux pleurait comme autrefois ;
Que mon cœur sous sa main devenait une lyre
Qui dans un seul soupir accentuait deux voix.

Fatale vision ! Tout mon être frissonne ;
On dirait que mon sang veut remonter son cours.
Enfant, ne dites plus vos rêves à personne,
Et ne rêvez jamais, ou bien rêvez toujours !

heal me
you said
I hear you
I said
save me
you said
I will try
I said
but actually
I haven’t got
the
friggin’ energy
I said.

understand the pain you hide,  
The way you keep it locked inside.  
You push away, afraid to fall,  
But still, I love you through it all.  

Your heart may doubt, your mind may race,  
But in your eyes, I see a trace.  
A love that’s real, a love that’s true,  
And I will stand right here with you.  

Though you retreat, I’ll never leave,  
In every storm, in every grieve.  
I see the scars, I feel your fight,  
But I’ll keep loving through the night.  

So don’t be scared, don’t push me away,  
I’ll love you more with each new day.  
I understand, but know this too—  
My heart will always wait for you.

My soul is a lacuna
An empty void
Filled with nothingness

It's hallow and dark
The cold walls
Covered in cobwebs and mildew

And I search
Far and wide
To find the missing piece

The missing piece
That will fill my lacuna
And make me complete again

I am enough for myself
I have a really good health
Today and everyday I will be grateful
For every wonderful deep breath
💖

Icarus flew,
too close to the sun.
Free from the chains,
that shackled him to the ground.
Then the wax melted off, and
the feathers fell.
One by one....like snow on a clear day.
And oddly enough, when he fell;
he looked up at the sky,
Helios blazing down upon him;
as if.... determined to make him fall,
but also to commend him.
Praise his free spirit.
He reached out his hands,
towards the sun.
As if to touch that ball of light.
But Icarus was falling......to the sea.
The vast sky spread above him,
how light his heart felt.
And as he fell..... Icarus smiled.

When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day

When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away

When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free

When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me


When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead

When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red

When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover

Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another

my brain's a chem lab
and the chemist is asleep
— HELP THERE IS A FIRE!

So take me far away
       Where the angels dare not tread
So you can whisper to me stay
     And all the things you never said

When I was young the days seemed longer,
the weeks and months, even a year an eternity,
then the building decades seemed to melt away
like winters snows. Reminding us that life is
a brief and fleeting thing not to be taken for
granted.

Under the moon, and under the stars
I found your eyes like glowing moons
They healed my scars.

Gazed in your eyes, felt a gentle touch
Whispered your name, and it meant so much.
Held your hand for the first time,
And in that moment I knew you were mine.

I think it's time to share my heart,
To let you in, and never depart.
Our names are written upon the stars,
Together forever, no distance too far.

I found peace in your violence
And in your chaos I found silence.

Wanna be the shadow in your mind.
Fading away, leaving no trace behind.
Wanna be the tear you never shed.
The thought you bury, the words unsaid.
Wanna be a question with no end,
A truth unspoken, a time unspend.
Wanna be so far, yet so near.
The erased whisper you'll never hear.