What do you do in the middle of the night?
Don't touch the stars they can burn you. (it's a metaphor)
See the moon is going down.
If the darkness gets you you can't find your way...
In the inside and on the outside the reflections are full of space dust and
you can't understand if it is a truth or a lie
A ship of dreams pier or ensign
touches your wishes..
you want to cry but you can't...
If love is as small as a human heart you
just can not dare to have a bigger one
Try to taste the loneliness too and
you can feel its echo from the depth
and you can not understand if it good or bad..
You are different in the inside and on the outside.
Your "lesses" and "mores" will be mixed.
One will fit into the skin of the other.
If all these don't happen you won't be able to survive till morning.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
I am compelled
I do not even obliged to
In my mind I would keep the name as mıh
Eyes grow is growing
I do not know mecburum
You know me the heat.
Preparing trees to fall
Does this city is the old Istanbul
In the dark clouds are parts
One side of the street lamp is
The smell of rain on pavement
I am obliged not you.
Sometimes love is fearful dismally
People are tired all of a sudden one evening later
Prisoners to live in the razor's edge
Sometimes it will break your hands passion
How many lives are removed from a living
What if you knock the door sometimes
Humming in the back of the misery of loneliness
Fatih in a poor playing gramophone
From ancient times to play a Friday
I stop and listen to sound at the beginning of the corner
Should I bring unused gök
Week disaggregated data is available
How do I go What if I keep
I am obliged not you.
Maybe June or mottled blue boy
Ah, you do not know who does not know
Eyes hijack freighter is a desert
Maybe you get on the plane in Yesilkoy
Horripilation is all wet
Maybe you're blind, are in rural precipitancy
Wind will bring bad hair
What a time to live if you think
These wolves have perhaps mess
But without dirtying our hands Ayıpsız
What a time to live if you think
Susan would also start with the name
Order to move inside of the secret sea
No other kind will not be
I am obliged to you never know.
Attila İlhan
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
You're my ******* and my freedom,
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you're my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you're awesome, beautiful, and brave,
you're my desire always just out of reach.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
You're my ******* and my freedom,
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you're my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you're awesome, beautiful, and brave,
you're my desire always just out of reach.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
All I wrote about us is lies
All I wrote about us is the truth
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Today is Sunday.
For the first time they took me out into the sun today.
And for the first time in my life I was aghast
that the sky is so far away
and so blue
and so vast
I stood there without a motion.
Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion
leaning against the white wall.
Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll
Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now.
The soil, the sun and me...
I feel joyful and how.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
you are free to slave for others
you are free to make the rich richer.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC