Somewhere far away
meadows,
a small spring,
the sound of a lyre,
smiling people.

In cornfields,
peasants working.

I searched for a medicinal herb.

I still love you.
You loved my body,
The dark side of my heart.
I lost you,
My tear-streaked glasses.
I still love you.

You know what you really want, when you seek for love. Attention, affection, affirmation, etc. You know you'll get it, if you choose to love me. It might sounds like my ego or my narcissistic side. But it might be true.

It might seems like a tinder profile. But here is a list of things you'll get from dating me:

1. When you choose to love me, you'll get a complete package of a drama movie. You'll get joy, sweet words, happiness, and of course, love. But you'll also get tears, anger, disappointment, and it could end up in a broken heart. So you have to be ready.

2. When you choose to love me, you have to be prepared to listen all of my what ifs and dreams. You have to be prepared for living on a prayer because i'm so ******* good at being patient and grateful.

3. When you choose to love me, you'll learn an interesting things about me. But you have to know that i'm the only one who think it's interesting. Others just think it's madness and messed up.

4. When you choose to love me, you have to learn to handle me at my worst. You have to be mature enough to admit that you're sorry. Because i definitely won't be afraid to do so.

5. When you choose to love me, you have to take down my ego. Then, you can easily conquer me.

6. When you choose to love me, you have to be a home.

When you choose to love me, you'll get everything you ever dream of. But baby, let me tell you something. I'm a comfort zone that you really have to be brave to step out of it. I'm a short escape from reality that you always seek. I'm a sweetest dream you'll ever get but **** they were always right about waking up.

I scream so silently
That the voice is loud
Enough that others might hear,
In this state like a snake
My tongue is forked
So that when I speak
I am having multiple conversations
Slithering across many fields.
Like the ocean tortoise laying eggs
Ever near the shore,
My children join me in the waters
Only after they have fully formed.
You say,
Nature is yet cruel
And shall lay claim
To many of your young.
And yet,
Is it not nature who spawned them?

I've been numb enough for long enough
To realise that i'm trapped in a void.

Like a comatose, my body functions
Yet, i can't speak
Mouth mumbling trying to make a sound
I can't see
Eyes wide shut
I can't feel
Heart beats just because

Like a comatose, i can't escape
So many way out, yet my body resist.
Options exist, yet nothing matters.
Not even matter matters
Not even your matters matter.
It doesn't matter.
It never matter.

Stressed out so I gotta dab out,

Lifes been **** since she got out.

Hit a bowl so thoughts won't become ghouls,

Got kicked to the streets at seventeen,

Did hard drugs,

Had to let my demons take control of me,

No I just stick to ****,

Then I found a new family,

Thought I found my self a queen,

Found out she cheated on me,

Now I'm making money with no goal in mind,

Because everytime I try Its like I hit rewind.

Love is
      never a question.  

               If you
              have  to
                   ask
         "Am I in love?"  
            you aren't.  

                  Wait
            for someone
         who  makes  you
                    feel
               so in love
                     that
           by comparison
      everyone before them
                      felt
              like nothing.  

                    And
          I  still  can't  co­unt
            all  the  reasons
                   why I'm
               madly  in  love
                    with you.  

                    We fall
                 in with love
          with people's flaws;  
                The perfect
            person would be
                 impossible
                     to love.
                                                           ­                               Jon York   2019

There lies
A Storyteller
of the mountains,
Seeking for answers
from the Hills of Guidance,
Yet finding only darkened paths.

He tells a tale—
threads of what
once was,
weaving truths
in a voice of dead
rusts:

Silence echoes,
Forgotten souls,
Stolen Hope;
Of Fallen heroes,
And Artists and Poets
Hidden In the Ruined Roads
of the Unknown.

Then there begins the
tale of the Hunter.

Broken fragments
of a heart,
A thousand voices
Whisper in the
Bad Man’s name,
Shouting the sentence—
                              
“You must perish and
become trapped in you own
Hellish cage you’ve
once built with your hands!”

Yet he ventured onward,
through the narrow
Rivers of shame,
To the haunted fields
of blame,
Where ancient moments
The hunter holds close,
lost on a cold,
shadowed path
of mystery.

Only the Storyteller
Tells a tale of the hunter
Who hunts the
fleeting creature
of Hope…

Though the
Storyteller knows—
He once was that
fallen hero long ago.

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