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What music do you like?
Artist?
Song?
sorry, i just wanna know
 Aug 2019
B D Caissie
Your smouldering stare kindled a fire.
My safeguard went up in smoke.
We two, engulfed ourselves in the flames of desire.
 Aug 2019
Muzaffer
dün
bugün gibiydi aslında
aynı oksijeni soluduk
aynı güneşte
aynı güneşe akşam
perde çekince
burulurduk sofrada
evlenir gider biri
ya da
rızkı kesilince

dün
bugün gibiydi aslında
bedenler büyüdü biraz
bir de gezindikçe yollar
ve
büyüdü çoraplar yürüdükçe
arlanmadı kopya çekti okullar

dün
bugün gibiydi aslında
asmalar, kelebekler
ve kuşlar
başak sarısı tarla
buluta kafa tutan dağlar
baştan çıkaran deniz
ve
köpüklü aldığı duşlar

dün
bugün gibiydi aslında
ömrü kısa bazısı
eşikten mezara aşklar
ilahi emrin mottosu
merkeze alınan ruhlar
her dakika sevişen dünya
ve
her dakika doğan çocuklar

dün
bugün gibiydi aslında
yeniler, eskiler
ve hepsi
farklı tat'da
 Aug 2019
Bijan Rabiee
Life is a puzzle
That won't be solved
By the argument of your mind.
It can neither be cracked
In ivory towers
Nor in the parlors of grapevine.
The mystery of life
Crowns the benighted
With a twist of a wand
Leaving the enlightened
To commune with the dark.
At best, it is a glass enclosure
Attuning your moves
Along the belt of blessing
Beneath the shelter of stars
And at its worst,
A dungeon floor
Delineating your lot
In unbending reality
Under the dome of despair.
Exposed to eternal pumping
Of raw information,
Student of life knows
But a speck of curricula
At any given time
The process of life's lessons
Extends well beyond the grave
Not even multiple lifetimes
May suffice to scratch the surface
Let alone discover the core
Yet the student of life
Knows no limit
Goes to village today
And metropolis tomorrow
Mounts a mustang to Shangri-la
Hops on a boat to outland.
Tantamount to the amount of stars
Are pictures of life
Full of synonyms and antonyms
Boding inflections and reflections
Of thought, taste and bearing
In the academy of day-and-night.
 Aug 2019
ymmiJ
my life stops
lost in your green eyes
time stands still
 Aug 2019
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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