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  Dec 2019 Irem
Pheonix
Your friendship
has calmed the storm that ravaged inside.
Your love
has extinguished the fire in my head.
Your laughter
has evaporated the tears in my eyes.
All that remains is calmness
Thankyou.
  Dec 2019 Irem
sunrain afternoon
where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019
  Dec 2019 Irem
ross
~

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
endless
countless
beyond measure


~
Irem Sep 2019
The blonde shimmer of your hair gets lost
In the lights of city and it begins to transform
Into your ambition that keeps you alive
While the shine and glory of youth that you have in your face
Is mixing with loud sirens of the city

Just a little bit , just a little bit shine that I’m searching for
A green glimmer would keep me alive
Trying to distract myself  from the distance that we put between us
A shine of happiness would keep my heart alive

So busy with our lives that we don’t even realize
How the city reacts with our hearts
When we feel a heartache we just look at the city lights
Like lights could take the pain away

Perfectly cut, walls of glasses
Another day is beginning
The sun is rising again.
Inspired by Junko Ohashi’s Crystal City.
  Sep 2019 Irem
fate nightshade
A vast intertwined thing
      floating
                  flowing
      forever
                  cycling
           has but one beginning
                     yet meets
                                   no
                               E
                                    n
                                         d
       current rushing
                              waves clashing
              cyclone swirling
                          it melts
                                    when faced
                                           with the sun
                                  storm cloud
                         a drop of rain    
                                       a temporary creak
                                                 flowing
                              water fall
                                          stream
                                                     river
                                                               pond
                                               lake
                                   sea
                                              Ocean
                                         forever rising
                                                     forever falling
                                                       drip
                                                              drop
                                                      drip
                                                             drop.
  Sep 2019 Irem
annh
red
neon
rain spattered
pavements teeming;
one thousand prismatic shades of meaning

graffiti-laden puddles splish, splosh, splash;
as midnight turns
to blue, and
dawn to
ash

‘I walked up, and I walked down, and I walked straight into a delicately dying sky, and finally the sequence of observed and observant things brought me, at my usual eating time, to a street so distant from my usual eating place that I decided to try a restaurant which stood on the fringe of the town. Night had fallen without sound or ceremony when I came out again.’
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Vane Sisters
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