the worst that would trigger
waves winds

when she waits on the shore
storms knew

I was at sea
this is big haul

What are you waiting for the other?
Flowers opened.
recovery period
you don't know
contradictoriness

die-life

human beings always looking at the front
but usually they are shots in the back

like easy prey animal

indelible traces of the years stops
somebody's on the face the crease line
somebody's  in hearts  a wound,sneaky

to the heart of the tempestuous waves hits the coast
loots whatever is in font of

sometimes it takes grain of sand
but it isn't possible to put instead of a more

you don't look at me
I get wet in the rain

ever since I am soaked in love

it is not that important
I sell my jacket

ever since I stayed in frosty

don't think of me at all
that is how know life

ever since wandered the edge of the cliff

maybe it is necessary
transform fear to pleasure

ever since I listened to  the wind like a song

separate each unknown in a forest
is hidden inside a deer
trail-long
a deer hunter

to covet every rustle
trigger-happy
pending

witness the trees

ones hunt another hunter
two foreign

wind's sound
always listen
its own song

time frozen
birds without wings
looks like ice
freezes hearts

burns day
love is fallen into the fire
end kicks the ashes
always become a legend

endlees stories

maybe we don't know
but
the sky with earth one heart

I seen ends in the movies
you think its unreally
you are walking a road
steps were gone you only
no your heart

scene Mr. Character
now empty
why
play was ended
like everything
only this is real
do you know
or can you see
second scene is life
my friend Mr. Character

locked eyes
road magnet
expectations

steam hearts
love rises
dreams

sharp words
deep wounds
obstacles

everything including

if you are interested try fly too
no wings needed
close your eyes
with my love

if you are feeling the wind
open your arms
run to me
let us fly together

They believed a story
until wake up
then they did not look at other stories
until their own stories are finished

We did not know a story
we thought what we lived is real
until fall into the void
we wrote bitter stories with our own hands
the name of the book was the story of the truth

They are and we are a real story only know

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disable shadows
no trace of the scarecrow's body
artifical reality makes
fake images

no other choice when they say
every option is on the table for you

the actual predicament on the road are not in the brain

Every desert can be bloomed
don't sit and don't wait the rain

Everywhere can live to love
no problem

Everyone can fly
never negative thinking

Evermore the road begins with you ends with you
you don't have to strain never

Everything can give you power
do not be afraid

It can be beautiful at any moment
no reason is needed

The day is yours
only condition to be aware of

kurbağa sesleri
wife selection
nature truth

very colours
a world
you think

so in your face always absurd smiles

deep emotion
missing word
that fills

a path
to open
walked the sun

don't let to dark
you burn a light

never thinking of the difficulty in the night
tomorrow the sun will rise again

everybody watchs at own side of view
nobody does not see the worlds as you see
real isn't all it's cracked up to be
if dreams disappear when you xtend s your hand

always at the point the knotting will is live

it was your favorite glass
fell from my hand
bro-k-en now

a human had to be carefull
especially for lover
does not accept the slightest error
greatest love
a momentary unpleasantness
in the end dreams
bro-k-en now

there are splinters to
but it is not prompted
of anger all of a sudden comes
so Darling
our photo
bro-k-en now

for some vicious life
rainbow and colorblind

what concers me is not the day
excited to be a moment in the day

a fire
end ash
wood has burned to the ash
burned matches
now ash

(moment poetry)
we are living in the moment

the world of return is in one day
there are days
cost of life
the first day I saw you
unforgettable

it was a leak
it is not given importance
however
from the heart
deadly danger

it is *****
never could not be filled
because
small on the surface
unlimited deep at the  bottom

it is a light was broken
always deceptive
but
even believe to what you see
sometimes it was a big mistake

dashed lines
you pass when it is appropriate
focus point is eyes
anywhere near
route changes suddenly

a bird's eye view
offsets
in case of deviation
bottomless cliffs

maze
along the road
watch from the edge of the window
varies views

a hammer looks for nail
a nail-wall
a frame hammer,nail,wall

sometimes one is missing
gets up to fill in for someone else

like bees and flowers
we couldn't shopping
our ****** fights

and wall nails,such as
we couldn't  enter
our weak relationship

like water and cloud
we couldn't return to
were we different

a picture
a story
and cloudly sky
what is behind the curtain
dark trails valley
waiting for empty pits
far away eyes

hears are  ears one last song

the sun sleeping for me in the night
who is going lonely in unknown
roads are only for walker
finish was early for my lover

my poem says sadness now realy

always  you can't be the best
it's time for the worst
the important thing is not losing the balance of life
we are aerialist,my love

trees Mr. Character
speak with whisper
silence reigns in the woods
why people are insensitive to noise
listen to the sound of a bird
like music
you must not being inconsistent
in nature Mr. Character

someone drew borders by impozing
others passed borders silently

someone conceded injustice
others screamed freely

someone drowned in shallow
others opened to the vast

someone lived fearfully
others bravely fight

someone won with lie
others are looking for the truth

someone darkened to day
others illuminate at night

Withdraw to depths you don't know
Dark forces you
At night when you are sleepless
Who plays your dreams

shocking  questions
with deep waves
drifts
heavy sleep
with horrible nightmares
drifts
love hard
with crazy emotions
drifts
great secrets
with deep concems
drifts

yellow leaves
with the autumn wind
drifts

on which line to proceed
negotiable life
in whose pocket is the real
what to look for in dreams
who asked to the magician
why is  fortune teller

no long story end

your eyes my dear
the stars are slipping in countless
I was lost depth
pulling a like vortex
your eyes makes me drunk

promise me tonight
let"s not sleep my dear

let the wind blow from all sides
there are dry leaves waiting
it is no hard to skid
there must be away for getting there

it is not necessary to ask
the secret of every step is different
even if everything goes wrong
captain at helm,adequate

property poem
planet's path
pointy plan
proper phantasy

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w
a train is going quietly suddenly at the lonely station
anyone not crying one shaking hand for some reason
train whistle the mournful sound and everyone sorry
hard to hide,each separation will not close a wound inside

I be deceiveding
by everyone
nice to be fooled

get it the balloons
go out into the sky

I agree
to honest and to bad
errors interrogating
I don't want to look at
I am saying nothing

I shutting up
I don't know,why
talk about is hard
I am listening to every sound
the answers seems odd

I am hiding
first under the eaves
the rain doesn't stop
it is not worth anxiety
Rainbow immediately comes

I am entering
in yesterday's cellar
I am looking for old wine
I am taking a bottle
is breaking the other bottles

I am infiltration
like a drunk
to the first place I found
I don't care about anyone
my arm is under my head
they say carefree

I am snoring

I know the boundaires
never has not been overcome
people who doesn't footprint
his feet stuck

I know secrets
no one haven't heard of
people's minds is stuck
in a locked box

I know dreams
never happened in life
a lot of people wanted
in the depths of his heart

now my heart insensitive
the streets deserted
I'll a whistle
can you hear

each step is pointless
no place else to go
except a warm heart
they call us punk

but they don't know
why are we like this

crash are heard
from the distant land
spoilsport must be
breaking windows

tired hours
pursuit of time
they won't come
definitely gone

lame life
where

exploring the oceans
starts on its own shore
without knowing shallow
person who met with deep

you guess what lives