Denial is just as bad as drugs
It warps  your vision of reality,
It can make life seem sweet,
And change one's personality

Denial creates a mirage
For when your desperate for hope
When you’re falling off a cliff,
It offers you a rope

Denial is like candy
It gives your taste buds paradise
But once you stop,
Your teeth are the sacrifice

Denial can be a famous orator
It’s talent is being persuasive and convincing too
It makes you believe
That “that someone” never hurt you

Although denial is a protection against depression,
there's always doubt in the back of your mind
That maybe life isn't all rainbows and glitter
There isn't always a fantasy you can hide behind

in the Mystery ,
Poisons of the emotions reveal themselves to seek an ally for strongly rebel against to the Hope , as if it all not co-exist , desperately.
a fundamental question rise then , you name it.

my pain is like their treat. they feed themselves with it. as the mystery increases my pains , they consume my emotions , in poor little portions. poisons of the emotions continue to the same , never ending circle goes around my vein.

my perceptions turns into the delusions. and my delusions becomes what I percept. they want to run away from each other while trying to catch.

i can shut my eyes and believe that the Sun isn’t there.
i can close my ears and pretend to not Hear what’s been unsaid.
i can shush my mouth and assume that My Heart is not saying it all already.


thorns are always welcome for it's rose.
                                I wanna Feel different.
some feelings are Like a Phantom for the sake of their existence.

                                     I wanna feel sunny.



                                      Handenur Özata

He floats, adrift over wine-dark depths,
Veins of denial and luciferin,
Dressed in silk ribbons, deceptive in their innocence,
The discarded robe of a fallen monarch.

He glides, elusive, over nothing, solitary in his rule,
Unmoored and untouchable, even to a hand offering solace,
For fear that this same hand may tether him to an unsavory reality.
Lying to himself, the king of falsity and bioluminescence.

There isnt any space left to hide
I see you have caught up with me again old friend
I thought I left you behind all those years ago
When I escaped the ruins of childhood
I see that you are a good detective
Always one step behind me
Always lurking in the shadows
Just waiting to confront me
But somehow I knew this day would come
Didn’t think it would be today though
Today was not the day I expected you
I have spent my entire life evading you
And now where else can I hide?
I doubt very much you would understand
And let me go this one last time?
I don’t suppose I could elude you in a bottle of *****
Or perhaps some fantastic day dream
Or even some other destructive pleasure?
I see your face changing, getting angrier
And feel your beckoning becoming more forceful
But I am not ready to confront you now
Please Mr. Past, be patient with me
Depart from me this once again
Today is just too soon
My heart is not ready to feel your sting
And my mind is too restless to think
Tomorrow I promise to deal
Give me another day to prepare myself
Please once more, let me hide
And you seek

Mellow and Yellow
Dancing with your coffee
Under your gingerbread roof
While your Canadian maple syrup
Burns inside the refrigerator
The party guests arrive
Mask-less so you vacate the premises
Run away from the mask-less
Maybe hide in the great pumpkin patch
Because you’d rather be surrounded in myth
Than seep into soul-sinking reality
While you dry your hair off in the shower
With the mellow yellow dance
Of the coffee brew

Burn those feelings
Burn them in fire
Yet my dissenting voices
Grow only louder on the pyre