#alternative
There is so much to say before we go,
Our separate ways
I thank you for seeing
I thank you for being
I thank you for coming into my life
It made me feel alive
In a moment it was gone
I have been torn
The intensity I felt, I could never tell
The love and devotion was my singular emotion
But at some point it needs to stop
Cause the irony of geometry is not lost
We are parallel lines
Hard to define
We will never stop walking but we can never unite
I will applaud you always from far away
And I promise there will always be space
I’ll keep you in my heart and throw the key away
I’ll return to you every now and then, maybe it will fade
In an alternative universe you and I would unite and be unstoppable and fight for each other and always be on the same side
In this life it isn’t meant to be, maybe we’ll meet again on the next flight.
I’ll love you always and keep the light
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
Elemental, sentimental.
quick to strum a riff
present with the melodies of
'ntentionally Unconventional
one of a kind mentality.
Yes, yes! Bless such a clutz
but meaninful much..
of a gift.
Personal, immersional.
thumbs drum up a soul-
hearty tune
makes one want to
howl
to the
moon.
Just as I did.. while the
salty ink slipped down
my cheek into my
pensive pen. Truly,
scribe from me is written
by my tribe
from within.
'T'is why.. seems to ring.. sing as i close my eyelids,
and surrender to the coiling cursive.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
I. The Purple Smear
Because the hand did not pause.
Because the cracked, dry hand, reaching from the cave-mouth,
Did not see K’na fall.
Gk’har. A name unwhispered,
He saw the cluster, bright against the grey thorn,
Purple, like a bruise, promising water, promising fullness.
The belly’s taut drum.
He plucked. He ate.
The juice, a sudden, joyful night.
Then, the dance.
Not the dance of the successful hunt,
But the twitching dance, the dance of the white foam,
Eyes wide at the indifferent, yellow sun.
O! the column of generations, the laughter stopped.
The hand, unclenching, dropped the remaining fruit.
And the line,
The long, unbroken thread,
Snapped in its first link.
There, in the dust, by the grey thorn.
Finished.
II. The Hall of Echoes
A line of ghosts who never drew a breath.
A chronicle of shadows.
IS THAT ******* TALKING ABOUT HIS GRANDFATHER AGAIN? GO GET HIM, IT’S TIME.
But time for what?
The son (the Second) was not.
He did not learn to chip the flint,
He did not paint the bison on the wall.
His was the empty cave, the unlit fire.
The Other, a whisper,
Never saw the metal, hot and red,
Poured from the stone. He never forged the blade,
Nor rode the first, stiff wheel.
The Other, a farmer,
Never bent his back to Caesar's tax,
His field unplowed, his olive tree unplanted.
The thunder gave no rain.
The Other, a hollow space
Where a man should be,
Never saw the silks of Cathay,
Never tasted salt from the far, black sea.
And the Other.
(O, the clever one, the one who maps)
He was not İzci.
He was not the Recon, the shadow on the horse,
He did not ride the high Balkan pass
To count the shining spears.
He was not.
He did not lie to the Pasha. He did not survive.
His name was never entered in the register.
HEY BUDDY, C’MON IT’S TIME TO GO NOW.
The Other, a silence,
IS HE ALWAYS LIKE THIS?
Never saw the great dome rise above the Horn,
Never bowed his head in the Sublime Porte.
The Other,
(He who might have been the traitor, the clever one)
He was not hain. He was not a coward.
He was not a hero.
He was the empty uniform.
The mud of GALLIPOLI did not stain him,
The dysentery did not save him,
Because the cannons fired,
And he was not there to hear them.
He did not die in a warm bed, hating the waste.
He was not.
The Other, a photograph,
Un-taken. He did not see the Fez discarded,
Did not learn the new, hard––but necessary––letters.
He did not build a new house
From the old stones.
The Other, my father.
The man who never met my mother
On a summer evening,
Under the linden trees.
No coffee. No shared glance.
His hand, unheld.
His son, unconceived.
III. The Unbitten City
And I?
What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I am not.
I am the echo of the eaten berry.
I am the man who does not walk the Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter noon.
I am not the breath asking the question.
I am not the finger typing on the key.
Someone else is here.
A different line, a different blood.
One whose father saw the purple foam
And turned,
And ate the bitter root.
But my line?
The story of the İzci?
The story of the hain?
The story of the caveman who paused?
Lost.
OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY.
Lost.
The thunder is silent.
The question is the answer.
The berry was eaten.
There is nothing more.
Can I get your n-number?
Metehan Baydemir
06.11.2025
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
are you looking
to save me—
or just trying
to betray me?
beyond that crooked smile,
i see the cracks,
the lies.
paint me a picture
of my future,
show me how you fracture
and divide.
your words from a past life
cut clean like a knife—
tell me,
when did you
ever think you were right?
'cause all you do
is ruin my life.
lay it to rest.
let it die.
i’m not falling
for this fight.
i can only imagine
the day you move past it
in another life.
and maybe then
you’ll see the light.
are you looking
to save me—
or to save
yourself?
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
Our souls are dyed to match the dusk
And steeped in solemn, frigid rain.
We live adorned with shades of death
And sanctify what is profane.
The only things that glimmer here
Pierce through the skin and hang in chains.
Is it any wonder we all have
A curious love affair with pain?
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
Two times of the day
Two different realities
As I am awake the reality is good
As I sleep the reality is terrifying
Yin and yang
Sin and virtues
Evil v. good
As I see the evil
As I see the sinful
As I see the yin
I sea the worst of humanity
Human experiments
Torture
And bigotry
These are not just a reality
These are prophecies of
What will happen
If we don't learn for our past
A lesson that means the future
Of man kind
As I wake I see the good in humanity
The good
The virtue
And the yang
The kindness and caring
Never more
Never more
Never more
What will become of ....
Us
Will we live on and learn our lessons
Or will we learn the heard way again
The thought
Of racism
Homophobia
And sexism
Will
These **** us
For DNA don't mean ****
Religion is a philosophy
And gender is mind set!
So why the **** are we at
Each others throats
Never more
Never more quoth the girl
Never more
As we fight we become zombies
Slaves to our hate
Slaves to insanity
What will become of be of late
Sin
Yin
Evil......
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more.....
Good
Virtue
Yang
And life
These are the things we need
To obsess about
Not the negative!
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more
Never more
Can we forget the past
Or will we risk reliving it!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
You are not the main projects
Of the creator sorry to say
But I ******* hate you
Though you make good reading material
Still I say proudly
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I will clean not just for money
I clean to give you a up yours
You little thinks
Are just thoughts
As I am coming for you every
Wednesday
Your existence is unacceptable
But your beauty is acceptable
That I still have to say
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I hated you for the longest of
Times and times again
This is my angry song
This is I cannot give blood song
But **** I am still living
You comb mfers
Can't destroy me
So I say in anger
As I spray in your face
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I despies you
As I spy my favourite book
In my usual nook
I sound like a loud mouthed shuck
But this has to be
Said
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
I will live my ******* life
Weather you ******* will like it or not
You will not last long with me
I am the mother ******* lemon
And I eat them too!
Watch out
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
Why don't you have a lemonade
Instead of haterade!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Think about the things that
Are going through
My mind too
You
All the kisses and conversations
Wel will have together as we
Enjoy the music, tv, or movie
What shall we talk about
When you come
When you come
This heart needs home improvement
This head needs home improvement
I wish I cool have
Room for you
But my exes are
Living in my head rent free
The must be trainable
But that I cannot say freely
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
To think that you were
Just a typical guy, boy!
I was ******* wrong
To thing that you were into sports
Only to see you are a misfit
Like me
Please be you for ***** sake
I am being me for ***** sake
Do not conform
Do not conform
As this is how they will get you
As I think of you my heart swelled
And my head inflated to the air off you
At the thought
of kissing you
Slightly passionately
As I never made a guy like you
Tattoos
Piercings
Don't ***** me over
As I had be hurt
But I am not Albert Einstein
So treat me gently for
I am a diamond not a hot star
I am a diamond not a hot star
I am a diamond not a star
I this night sky
Why should you be a star when you
Can be a diamond in the sky but
We are still there when the sun
Shines how I pine for your love
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
This I say that I must be
Hallucinating when I see you
At the library looking at me
Wanting to date me
But do you know I hate flirting
Though is not late , to say “yes”
To a punk rocker who is intelligent
To a punk rocker who is a eloquent
But I must be sure that you like **** bill
Movies as we grove to the music
This is what I want to say
As you look at me
Is a dead “yes”
To your question
As the leaves are
Falling
But I am falling in love with you
Before our first date ; I hate to admit
This but I do ; love your Mohawk
In makes you looking unique
Unique New York as I see you
But then as I was going to give you my
Number the librarian shushed me
I guess I have check the book out
Before I can check your personality
Out on our autumn date
As the leaves are falling
I am play ball
But this my question to you
Will you except a nerdy non-binary like me
Or will you worry
I am only human bea
But you can be humane
To my heart
And so ends the story of the first encounter
With the 5th kind ever happened
Wanna know more about our date please wait until
The next song!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
I am like darkness seeing the sun shine,
Eluding jealousy a tale so refined,
They have worshiped the sun the stars,
Alas,I am like the moon the reason of whose praise is yet to define,
Forged with sorrows I steal the light,
Always wishing of the sun to set so I can have my rise,
Am I just am alternative I ask getting a sigh in response,
Maybe you will know your worth one day till then be warned not to go astray,
The intangible replies on whose hands the whole world lies.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
Simple songs, with aplomb
Sincere hardship, the tact of poised
Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come
With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice
Taken hope, to a lip we approve
Since in every definable way...
The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose
Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say:
Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth
Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind...
To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth
That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind
Means to an end, from here to eternity
An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish
Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity
Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists?
A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience
Without the common to step forward, your denial
Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation
Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
There's nothing special about my greedy utopian dream:
I'm not off grid, or more ecco' friendly;
I still order luxury goods from overseas, hoard, engage in cliques, use the internet, dream about my own bit of land, claim any benefits I can.
I use the same drugs, minerals, roads, hospitals, banks, and I pollute the same air; with the same stink of self righteous elitism; because just like everyone else; I am unique!
(Off-grid irony)
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
I am not Cinderella
There is no glass slipper on my feet
I don't need no Prince Charming
I am already complete
My story is no fairy tale
This does not end the way you think
Reality is harsher than fiction
Good guys don't always win
I am not Cinderella
I traded my ball gown for ripped jeans
I don't need no Prince Charming
I am already Queen
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
I want to lie in the low lights
Listen to loud alternative music
Feel chemicals relaxing my body
And forget
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
She squirmed and wriggled in absolute anticipation, just loving it, eagerly ready for what would come, love making in the most special and intimate way. Slowly Nigel moved his fingers up and down Stacy’s pussyanthamicatrical, enjoying the tightness of the plastic
though she was moist in her nose. The material of her ******* was soaked by dryness, science reversal. Part of her skirt would be but that didn’t matter. Soon she would be naked, not needing any
second skin to hide her beauty; that was left to her third. They had no secrets or inhibitions. Except skin.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
Sometimes we grow short
The perfect height for special missions
Ideal for infiltration behind enemy lines
Or licking pussycat shaped lollies ****** style
We will strike at will
And achieve our aims
War mission or five-aside buddy
We live on mars
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
doesn’t matter
it’s the fact that
every last one of
you
thinks we shouldn’t
and that’s where
you’re wrong
give us an alternative
that will raise the bar
that high
that fast
from that little
you can’t
i don't blame you for not trying
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
the thoughtlessness pushes them forward
an empty musical order
they go tranced with no former
with no sense of horror
nowhere and onward
transfixed tortured
bleak of notes
cornered
tundra
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
Two Roads diverged in the woods and I
I took the one most traveled by
The journey was quite strange
As if almost every step I take creates a big bang
The road was full of holes and people collecting tolls
Around halfway down the path, I was stopped by a line
And when I looked at the ones ahead of me they appeared to be blind
As time went by I started to shiver from the cold
I felt anxious and tried to move but my body began to take mold
When I finally broke free, I ran as far as I could
with hopes of getting back to the start, I ended up more lost in the woods
After a while the pain began to fade, so I sat there in shame
But yet no one came, so I made peace and accepted that this is the where I stay
Two roads diverged in the woods and I
Well, I wish I would've have took the road less traveled by
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
Adult Alternative Poem
not for the young, reserved just for the young, just at heart,
your skin, face, crinkled, for smiling is you resting face positivity,
you daily existence free of punctuation, no separation,
your body tilted, falling forward, only direction the chest understands
your words sewn on tapestry of silence, yet voices never stilled,
fingertips spark on command when touch is earnest, casual, fierce,
Bublé, Sting, Daughtry, Allison and Adele, ****** tears commingling,
read her your love poetry & her chest breathing, your oxygen tube
easy to be an adult when the alternatives are all
proximity discoverable, nearness constant, distance an irrelevancy,
age just another construct and love, an ageless deconstruction+
unfinished reconstruction, adult alternative channel, our only playlist
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
A truth is a frightening idea
Better
Even when it's worse
It's not what you want to hear
Might as well be a curse
Better to always live in ignorant bliss
Than face problems and die
You never see what's after you
Win safety but it's a lie
Life's better when in blindness
Honesty and reality equal pain
Call me crazy
To the alternative I prefer insane
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC