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Zeynep Çiçek Aug 2021
I follow footsteps I've never treaded
And go where I always wish I'd visited
When my time comes to a close
I sit and watch the water

I listen to whispers that were never for my ears
That live not in reality but in my ears
Phantom touches that leave me breathless
They drown in the water

I remember laughter rolling in the night grass
Whose memory retains it no longer
And as I mourn the friend I wonder
I sit by the water

My heart breaks to pieces
As I sit by the water
I'm leaving to study abroad soon.
Zeynep Çiçek Jun 2019
Was I always of another crane
Was I always of another in vain?

Would the wine be so kind that I-
Wanna slap around my soul at this night?
It’s the urge of hunting and of dining
But I had never known the true fulfillment
I’d like to savor the softness
Of that blue pleasure, of that loftiness
Would the times begone if I had wished for it?
Nor would they suffer the same consequences
But yet here I am in the wall
Eating my heart out with a spoon of drool
A spinner web painted around my dress
And collaring my neck and my legs
When in the true fashion lies my sensation,
I will be there, to marry our brethren
When would the sun shine out if it’s high ground
And cut up the songs that spin out?
Must she come up with something to hide
Or some telegram which flew wide....

Of the shore?
Zeynep Çiçek Jun 2019
It was in the daytime and night
that I really began to stick out
I went to the park and
Yelled to my heart’s content

Next day he came to my side at the swings
and sat down on the one next to mine
“Hey,” he admitted. “I love you, what do you say?”
Then earth’s coat turned one hundred-eighty degrees.

‘Love?’

I said, in all my childish wisdom, “Then it’s best that we wait until grown.”
I wouldn’t know at the time
that it was the best response I could have given at that age

Years pass
and in my mind
was the statement (question?),

‘Love(?)’

In the night I’d lunge to sleep
like a lost lover coming to reap
the missed fruits of a long forgotten tree

In my dreams I’d live a life
filled with less strife than I’d ever face

And in those dreams I would
fantasize of the shape
that my love would take

And when I closed my eyes I would whisper,

“Love?”

Unknowingly I had kindled a fire deep in the recesses of my chest
that would color me like a canvas empty and yearning

And I, in my hopeful search,
would utter the wistful words,

“Love!(?)”

I used to get some nightmares at times
that would rouse me from sleep
and leave me alert but placid,
staring at the bluish tiny of my curtains

In the wake of fear, panic, and sadness
there in the early morning hours
was the time I would find a peace uncoiled
an emptiness welcomed whole

And then, I would sigh, and think whimsically,

‘Love?’

Then was the place I’d look upon
where possibilities laid across my gaze.
None of them were possible but
I’d find enjoyment out of the dream

And every time, I’d shrug with weariness,

“Love(?)”

So in the end of a year, then we ventured on a tour
where we had fun and laughter
and much-earned confusion
On the final night we marched for the diner
The road was damp with rain, petrichor strong in the air
and the dim streetlights set the sky dark
stars vanished with grace
I argued with my fickle friend(?) and found myself behind him,
contemplating whether I should
Then I mused, ‘**** it,’ and strided forward to him
Nudging his shoulder, he did not realize me
so I nudged harder

And that was when he looked at me.

And

I

said


H
e
y,

l
o
v
e
(?)


And

he

said


N
a
­h
.


.......
.....
...
.

.

.
.
.
Was I crushed?
I don’t think so
for when I received his answer
and the electric message
lighted up the passages between my neurons
there I was so happy that I
could have jumped up high and reached the full moon,
touched the humid clouds and came away wet with rain
and smiled and smiled and-

Smiled.

I laughed and smiled
and I went back
I was so proud of myself, of my success, of my joy,
of the dark rainy night and the earthy fragrance
that I had not minded his rejection at all.

And in my mind I was laughing,

‘Love...(?)’

It was in the next few years that I
stood in front of a whole crew (gang?)
and heard him say,
“He wants to date you, what do you say?”

Me?

Wouldn’t I be flattered? It’s ingrained at this point
Building up and up and up to this day
when all my longing would have paid off.

.
.
.
“I’m sorry,” I replied ruefully, an apology on my lips and anxious, burning nerves in the pit of my belly.
“I can’t.”
Then I walked away like that.

And, I had exhaled internally, tired,

‘Love?(.)’

And I slowly came to realize, after months,
that I had been searching where I shouldn’t have
and that what I had sought all this time

was a raw, visceral, delicate, quiet, warm, fond, shaky, intimate, peaceful care

in the depths of my belly, and in the dark cavities of my mind,

I had always known that the thing I had been searching for
had been-

.......
....
.

‘Love.(?)’
A history of my love life I guess XD
Also, there’s a lot confusion in me regarding ‘love.’ It’s a feeling I know from inside out yet not at all, and it’s been the bane of my existence for years, even since my childhood times.
Zeynep Çiçek Jun 2019
It is as strange as the legends say,
She seems as ugly as the swans titter of.

With that groomed, pristine coat
And the croon of songcranes;
She seems as beautiful as I dream of.
Duckling???? No idea.
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