#gb
So what if
your face is like a flower garden?
My heart, meanwhile, is like a beehive —
your longing has thousands of nests inside me.
And I am allergic to bee venom.
Its medicine is analgin, dimedrol.
Or can you not be
as much as analgin and dimedrol?
The flowers on your face have no nectar,
like artificial flowers
laid upon graves.
I already have diabetes.
I could feed this beehive with sugar too.
Artificial honey would come out.
Besides, everything in this country is artificial.
Let the harvest of my sorrow be artificial too.
Your love is artificial anyway.
But fake analgin and dimedrol do not exist —
because they are too cheap.
Look, on the balcony, swallows
build nests with their mouths.
But the mouths of people like you
destroy homes, destroy nests.
By now I love bees more than people,
I love swallows,
I love cheap medicines.
Be as jealous as you want.
...There are grave flowers on your face.
So many wishes have died inside you,
woman like a homeland.
You are like a homeland.
But I, miserable as I am,
cannot even become a swallow.
I am like a sparrow.
On the crater-like roads
of this ruined homeland,
I foolishly treat muddy puddles
like jacuzzis.
I am like a sparrow.
It is only my sorrow
that makes me look big.
Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
Advice
A puppy
learned how to behave
in 3–5 months
thanks to a dog trainer.
But I know a person who—
2 years kindergarten,
11 years school,
4 years university,
2 years master’s,
2 years doctoral studies,
20 years in a position…
Still could not learn
to be human.
In stubbornness, like a goat,
in thinking, like a sheep,
in cunning, like a fox,
in cowardice, like a rabbit,
in predation, like a hyena.
So,
dog trainers are stronger—
they should be brought into education.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
*there once was an englishman
and he treated me as well as the bee treat the flowers as they land,
and the englishman told me everyday,
how much he truly loved me,
how he loved me as if I was the only girl around,
how he told me I would be the sexiest girl in any town,
and the englishman told me he loved me,
and it took me quite a while to actually believe,
but, this englishman did other things for me,
when he'd talk I feel in love with his voice,
and his smartness,
and his jokes,
and his way to always throw into the conversation,
a million compliments,
and I could barely find the words to say thank you most times,
and I was shocked to hear all the lovely things he had said about me,
rather than the usually flaw countdown party I got daily,
and I hated myself,
that I could not say I love you back,
for a while I don't know why I didn't believe,
why I felt like it was too good to be true,
and how I wanted to grow up each second I spoke to him,
so I could move away to see him,
so, I truly loved this person,
and I kept thinking and waiting,
for when,
he'd stop,
loving me too,*
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC