Time could be hesitant
But illusion is not
Time can fly
But an illusion can turn
Fading in illusion,
I thought I was in prison
When my second was your hour
The mystery of an underworld tought me
To fly in time
For what a real illusion
Is in there...

A foggy sky is called smoky,
A shooting star brings us hope
A selenophilia could be a imaginary narrative
For once we dreamt of what is real,
yet not aware
That all is a dream!

"Poetry can't lie",I knew this;
Girls crying,fighting,broken
Peolpe genesided
They were in danger,in dilemma,they had no solid identity,
They were just blamed
I don't know why?
Can I ask for a piece of justice?
Girls were stolen for fraud,
Mentally were abused
That feeling numb is being wided in crowd

Justice,
A solution
Was presumably faded
But hoped
We all in yatcht,looking for a desert,
Shall I ask for one thing?
Breathing the fog of crimes,
Is there any motive left to live?
Girls,of course have their voices
Truth
The truth is saviour
Is not adequate
To burn out the fake fire!

Neden böyle hizli davranmk gerektir?Bir kere yaşayacağız.

Biraz zor düşünerek,
Kabul etmek,
Zorlüklari yikar!

The multitude

The lapsed multitude

Fallen, weakened and languid

Under the burden of their bodies

Kept going from one peregrination to another one

And the painful desire of crime

Swelled in their hands

Sometimes a spark

A small spark

Decomposed this society by interior

The men tore each other’s throats with knives

And in a bed of blood, violated premature girls

They were the drowned in their horrors

And the frightening sense of crimination

Had paralyzed their blind and naïve souls

During the rites of hanging a man

To the gallows-tree

When the strangling cord

Threw out the convulsive eyes of a condemned one

They sank in themselves

A by a lascivious illusion

Their tired old nerves

Had a twitch of pain

But always one could see

These small criminals

Standing at the corners of squares

Fixing their eyes

On the continuous fall of water-jets

Perhaps still behind their crushed eyes

In the profoundness of coagulation

A half-alive thing had remained

Which wanted with its strife without energy

To believe in the cleanness of songs of waters

Perhaps, but what an unending void!

The sun had died

And nobody knew that the name of that sad pigeon

Which escaped from the hearts is: Belief.

Ah prisoner voice

Whether the glory of your despair

Will never burrow

From one part of this abominable night

                                                       to the light ?

Ah prisoner voice

Ah the last voice of voices…

How should I suppose I'm fine,
When my land is on fire,
When beliefs got a worth than humanity
When ethics are crushed by a shot gun!
When anger,anxiety,suicide are being a normal thing,
How should I suppose I'm fine,
When the cheapest things got a worth,
How should I suppose everything is okay,
And I'm pretending I'm happy to be silent,
When everyone works for their own source,
Does something real exist?
Isn't something getting progressively worse?

I've never come to a real notion
Hoping,
Fragiled
Still writing
For those long lasting gazes
I heared your gentle words
beneath the calm charm exterior
I still counting on my words!

Floating in the universe,
Life is going on!

There was dust of your absence
At the bottom of my heart
Not that much heavy
But somehow tiring
For what they carry from your thought
Among the air of love!

If this is a mystery to rescue my desires,
I have no idea of letting your heart fill in Fire!

There was sun dead
Behind the hurricane of sorrow
Which was
For sun,a disaster
For hurricane,a played track for swallow
There was sun dead
In the dust of your rebellious manner;
Though
For sun,a mysterious chapter
For dust,an endless struggle
There was sun dead
In a frustrated gaze of you
Where passion was running through
That was
For sun,a praise
For your eyes,a rosiness!

this is not the age of letters
but the letter leaves you a feeling you've never exprienced by knowing how much you've been loved!

I wish the cloud of sorrow would rain
A little bit faster,
Not much colder
I wish the cloud of sorrow would move Away
A little bit hopeful,
Not much painful!

Icy & Cloudy
A surface of snow on my glasses
Would it be a memory that obsesses
Me with a song?
You with a letter?
Hearing the rhythm of passion
In between a coffee cup
& Some kind sound of slow street
& A heart race at speed!

I come up,
You end
Passion bursts in where it used to Suspend
It could be like a tragedy
You under the semi_light
Love has its own strategy!

It seems like winter;
But my coffee cup is left out with a cold Pen & a paper
It seems like winter;
But you miss a hand on your shoulder!

All the tears would treat like a stranger
Cause they're castaway into your heart That is fragile!

Distance doesn't matter
Where you're all here,
Here in my heart
In compound of the night & a stare!

Let me wrap you in my arms
With no harm,
An oak like kiss
A soft touch,
Closed eyes
Listening to sound of sticks sizzling
Til they turn to ashes!

It's almost
4:00 A.M.
Painting in pain
With rain
What's within?
The time stopped my smile
Where it has already used to compile
A tone of words
Into one word:
Love;
Love again!

There you were;
In the shadow of the mountain
Thinking back on those days in sudden
& compiling your songs with the Memories & the moments into your rigid Heart
Then saying:
No...this is not the upshot!

I was walking
Through the edges of night
Whispering my wishes
To the full moon in slight
Watching carefully the clouds waving
I asked them:
Could you please stop my heart raving?
My shadow
Freezing by my breathing
Take a step away,
I found a rose fallen on the street beatless
I asked it:
Could he be mine?

Wondering in lucids;flowing on Goosebumps!

I woke up;
Thinking back on last night in abrupt
Wondering if time is so sharp
Sounds like you need to kick your mind to Say:
Stand up;
Find your clue,
Nothing could make you stop!

The way I loved you was
Sweet,
            Instant &
                             Endless
Whereas when I see you; I feel like
Inexpressive,
                        Forever
              ­                        Restless!

Deep relationships stand out of crowd
But never in realizations!

Love is like a game;
trying to win someone's heart!

Nothing could stop me from achieving my Goals
As long as my passion is high & Aggression rolls!

I walk along the edge of night
& sing my song
To the darkness
To my conscientious mind
Having them poured with love & Kindness

As I surf on some people's ideaologies,
I notice that
They spend their time with others
Maybe to waste in haste!

You can't paint someone's world with White lies!

White lies
Will be getting darker
As a matter of time!

Days fly in subtle
I fly to grief
Days fly in hustle
Talking in càfe gets brief!

I hate talking about what to afraid
But this situation that is made;
Getting me
To be afraid to love
Afraid of rising above
In a nutshell,
When will the sense of being Misunderstood get solve?

Your eyes make me feel drunken
You'll feel taken
If you let me kiss those flowery lips


Love has its own pros & cons
But if you decide to be mine
All the cons would rather run!

Success is in my blood
As my efforts arise like a flood!

Let your mind fly wherever it needs to go
Even further
Might be better
It's effortless to be hero
While you coin your own words
To delineate about your world
& Feel the warmth
Across the blowing wind
Even if it's sub_zero
I still miss that Aesthetic
When printed letters on the snow
Were making the winter poetic
Will it happen again?
To walk along the street
Listening to the rain
Pouring gently on my hair
With the memorable sound of sleet??

It's just not a word to say lonely
It belies your sorrow with you,yourself And only
When a person feels lonely
She may talk to herself
To those beautiful couches,
T.V.,and the walls
Standing solidly with compromise!

I like the relation between the words
"Run" & "Reflect"
When You're in cave
You race to be perfect!

Touch me with your eyes
Desperately
As no one can ever realize
I'm still asking to know
How deeply a love can hide?

Neither seen each other eye to eye
Nor said hello after a good_bye
But you had outdone to win my heart!

They call it unconditional love
When I have no reason
Either in carving your name on bench
Or listening to the artist singing in French!

I'd love the way I'm eager & adrift
That's the only time to know confidently I Would lift!

Your heart in flare
Tired,
Gotten enough
It's not rare
This is the time you looked at road
As the mirage gets broad!

Back to expressed emotion,she would be distant!

I crossed a mirror so adaptable
Niether convey nor convex
Not even on the wall
But kind of mirage_shaped ones
On the road to the forest
I crossed a mirror so kind
Maybe in the way you smile
The way you clothed
And the way you lose yourself to find!

I could stand tall
Without having any fear to fall
I could stand tall in the spot
Where there's me,you and & the night
It's one o'clock
You're in thought of me desperately
& My words place on paper ambiguously!

I've found some cherish notes
Half of them flowery
The other equivocal
While I read'em
still getting hope
To know
That they're all an anchor
For whom I wrote!

How nice it is to admire one
With a tone of mystery!