the time of your hangman
you will be out of breath
everyone will live differently in the last minute

the hangman will do his duty
public will follow the painting
is the death row inmate ready to die

those who rule the death penalty in the background

difficult is written
the poetry of the ruins
suffering is seen only
also dust smoke

half remains
war poems
with a bullet is dropp pens
how peace is written to

short to be
the poetry of though
discusses a lot of few words
real describes

dense must be
love poems
gets into the vortex of every heart
their difficult get rid of effects

played on every draft
until the decision is finalized

difference between first and last is very big
if love stop like a draft,always

never would changed feelings

the water is puts out the fire/the water becomes steam on fire

let faint
sandstorm
hear inner voice

painful
poignant screams
desert cuts always

shouldersheavy load
riding
break kniees

last unknown waits
where,whom
watch

Bir yer arayan sensin
ben mekan harici
Deniz bilirsin engin
hep sahilde beklersin
bense korkusuz gemici

Everyone understands you some day.
My only wish, they don't be late.
Not to spend breath important.
Time should come my love, time should come.

Everyone understands you someday.
My only consolation, without breaking your heart,
without your worrying  your voice must be heard.
Do not waste your tongue.
Your value should be known my love, your value should be known.

Everyone understands you someday.
Only difference, not as much  as me.
I never forget a your word.
I 've memorized everything you said.
Like a planet aroound you,
I have to take tour my love, Ihave to take tour.

Everyone understands you someday.
Only sad side,
Like me before I die

fish flutters
                     leaving the sea is death

zero tolerance
the sun will burn out
flood drags
storm takes
haul is stuns
thorn shinks

love is pain
blind emotion don't think
the stuation worsens
seems like a fairtayle
every life
witch on the lead role
zero tolerance

the worst
it was a comedian making the audience cry
when they came for the laugh
like you did to me
do you know

something saying
silence
see the sky
stars
streets seen
sympathies stiff

a
colour
was
get
lost
from
Rainbow
I
saw
in
your
eyes

the  most violent storms fill my cup publican
for sure I will fly this time
accountability is not important
for the last time and it should be different

you be carefull I will tell you a lot

was thing I wanted most in life

looking at the world with your eyes
even if I run into many mistakes
I had dive into a sweet dream again

was thing I wanted most in life

to be able walk with you on a deserted street
even if the darkness is scary
resisting the world by hugging each other

was thing I wanted most in life

not to make a single sentence without you in it

no,don't cry
the day is over
but the night is beginning

everything is in darkness

understand the swamp
to be buried slowly
flutter is than more sink
to get rid of the immobility

find a bough for life

my pointless sentences
I keep moving forward on a floor
a lineless picture in my dream
I watch with my heart

you ask me about birds
my only wish is to fly with you
let's walk on a deserted road
no shadows with us

don't let your eyes be deceived by today
tomorrow is always blue
deep and cool

sinking us deeper is the day's oldest now
time does georaphy changes
very large dropouts are lives
you can't come into the same place again

****
fire gowing up
for the audience only

****
while grew dark
to people who burn the candle

****
fear of growing up
to people without courage

big ****
growing up unloved
for who don't open the door of own heart

starsblinknow       -                       -          whi
e                              - -                     -          h     s  
e                              -   -                   -          o       p
i                               -     -                 -          i           e
n                              -       -               -          s             r
toofardark              -        -              -          n   ­        s
h                              -           -           -           e          -
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s                               -                -      -           t      -
k                              -                    -   -          -     -
youknowsecrets    -                       -           -

you are an unique flower
but I was color blind
my illusion was great

the world was spinning
I didn't realize
you were the one who turned me

a child was crying
I've never heard of
I was looking for your voice

it was rainning
there was someone wetted
I didn't know was I

I was live
unaware

from point shootout
high-pitched screams
the last act of the game
ends questions

and waiting for us
look dark

you put a nail too
wall ready
why falls frames

wicked questions are left behind at the end of the road
however, evry stop was easy passed

and solitude was a desolate spot at the end of the day
but our dreams have captured us

always comes empty,living is at the end of the love
whereas hearts runs to the abyss

passion is like a nail
pinched in the depths of the soul
blood is shed but indispensable
on non-returns road

some endings in cemeteries

some of the stories remain in books

some are secret in hearts

prisoner of life's passions

we got used to being abandoned
we did not give up waiting
shadows disappeared all the time
when the sun is gone

our life turned into a fairy tale

every shining was illuminated around the
like stars

every breeze cool
like wind

every touch is sweet
like mothet hand

every smile warms
like your lips

you can't see it
if you don't look  it with your heart
the tears in the picture flow inside me silently
silent screams are unheard
but it burns deeply

the torns of pain

if you call me
I am atthe point where the roads intersect
I can't wait for more
because I am so hard

if you accuse me
no I can't have a response
I am in the most horrible dungeon already
I don't see you ever in the cell

if you ask  my write
now Iam on last rows
you say mistakes too
believe me,I am well aware like you

a wind must blow
at least
in extreme heat is a cooler

an answer should be given
at least
it is distributes worries

there should be a law
ar least
solves all of the problems

alove must love
at least
in fairy tales,even the non-

write must a poem
at least
located in the hearts

there are so much desolate places on this planet
not in the deserts in the hearts
a big void's within

so I know deeps
not in the seas in the stories
never unknown

I searched crazy love
Trail rides  was very difficult
I asked to deep wound
It was difficult to a few dry mention

I looked at the mountains,they were silent
Roads stood alone,deserted
Friends couldn't understand ,they asked me
It was difficult to explain for some reason

It was cold,my heart froze
My last few leaves dried up
My feet and hands too cold
It was very difficult to heating

To avail this ordeal
I'm very surprised to Nightingale
So much eloğuence for Rose
Say it was a big mistake was difficult

and a picture
every life
in time table
can you see
dimmed traces

we are in the wrong dreams
I can't see you
maybe we are not far
I can't feel you near
I think it is a cold
I can't touch your heart

your eyes are the worst
closed to me
I can't open

we had a appointment
in an unknown place
at an unknown time
with hidden agenda

you late again

every garbage
was available once
used and discarded

that was the live
result:garbages and garbages ....

drums are heard
war preparations
eardrum are ruptured
chilling war screams

plotted a route
life limits does slog

night
only
knows
to
silence
who
hears
in
the
dark
loneliness

difficult times
last train went
long shadows were in the station
why does not questions

start by counting the stars
while walking to the edge of the cliff
ıf you have the chance
the sky is cloudy that night

You have two choices in life
night or day

bats for dark
some know it without seeing the world
everybody's difference

shadows do not give the secret
you doesn't know who
and they never talk
now you are ignoring them

if there is no shadow
you know you won't be

in the mirror was a dream
broken
if you are looking a trace
no time
whatever questions

water's face
like a mirror
waves are spoilsport

sky
like a sea
clouds are spoilsport

love
like a sweet dream
nightmares are spoilsport

questions
like a real
answers are spoilsport

leverage question
what will the day bring
life here this
steps into the unknown is throw
request is a dream
attractive like a face
get lost in the maelstrom
never can't understand

puts a hand endpoint

I could not be a earth singer
butterflies wants silent
I knew somethings from eyes
no need to words

I likened you to a mermaid
you would not know how to swim
only you was beautiful
no need to another thing

we were not together we
people did not know
love from heart
no need to tell

a knife in the deep
pain spreading
quietly

picture half
what has to end
or what is the meaning of the ending
heedlessly

promise in vortex
dizzying waves
beads in the hear
we are in the line of fire
unawares

who
        is
            know
                       tomorrow
                                          if
           ­                                    not  
                                                      a
        ­                                                 deep
                                                            ­       night
                                                           ­                  sleep
                                                           ­               

1.ten words
2.ladder lineup
3.little promise and deep meaning
4.starts with a question

each gong
trail at the time
shrill warning

like your voice

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                          ­             always in the wall
                                                      t
    ­                                                  e
             ­                                         r
                      ­                                s
                               ­                       w
                                        ­               i
                                                       t
                                                       h
                                           ­            t
                                                      h
       ­                                                e
                                                       b
                                                       o
                                                       d
                                                       y

ringer sometimes plays long
at the nerve ends
perhaps there are things that will not happen
behind the locked doors