"borned" poems
the burning desire that held within me
told me to go on
but my voices in my head
told me to give up
my hopes
and everything
I planned
the happy endings
and
I lost it
a l l
to the voices
the voices that
was borned to harm us
harm every single us
who is weak enough
to believe
that
they are telling
the
truth
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
There exsists people
who live on the bread of
Inequality
Injustice
Hypocracy
Prejudice
Dear those people
I must say
you are really poor
A girl is borned
tangled in so many boundations
and these restrictions
are right from where
their lifecycle begins
to their deaths
Belive me these chains
which grab them
weigh them more than
anything
Some die
Some struggle
Some protest
These activities
are all variant
but why only girls
need to do all of that
why they have to beg for their
FREEDOM
why they are so desperate
for education
There is only one life
to live in this
beautiful world
let us not waste that
lets unleash those chains
lets break those cages
lets remove that handcuffs
and make this world more beautiful
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
Victory, conquering, staggering loss, nothing, nothing, everything.
Like walking through a tunnel searching for light and then it hits you and you feel nothing.
Like wanting the sea and getting a river.
Its been a strange one kids.
Im neither happy or sad its over but I am ready to move on.
Slowly.
Patiently.
If there is one thing I'd like for the next year other then fireworks, love and pure creation it would be a little more self acceptance/love/forgiveness.
I've been carrying and nurturing the same wounds for so many years now and all the sudden I am a scarred woman laughing whilst crying, not fully realizing how much lighter things actually are.
Its almost like I miss my darkest days or maybe I haven't found the right things to replace the dark with yet.
I still want more,
more,
more,
of whatever I can get my hands on.
Or maybe its just me getting older. One year at a time.
Happy just borned Day lovers.
May all our dreams come true so we can create new ones.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
As an egoist animal borned in the middle " *** " of this so called " modern men" land-circles and mazes . I tell you centuries of vices and consumption altered human spirit from egoism to greedy individualism. Fat politicians claiming divinity
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
I can't return my regretted actions
I can't apologize for ruining your life
I can't move on from my past
I can't be anyone better
I can't escape where I am
I am this sickening person
I am this borned curse
I am dead
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Then gazed the sky and he whispered
Foggy shades in a lavender void
Gloomy glimpse on a cumulus sigh
I'll grief with you my old father
And by dusk's last glow i shalt follow
Lo your son neath your stature he stands
Thou who rules in the heavens great court
A plea to you by your earthling
Your stairway i most desire now
Let me come in the ***** i borned
Days on earth are the true flames of hell
The inferno's tales you've narrated
The eternal night of my lineage
Now i regret what i've done then my God
Overdue are these words and through shame
For evermore i will serve you
And nevermore the foul serpent
Touch my hand and revive me once more
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
Newborn,
So sweet,
Cry, scream,
Eat, sleep.
Learns more,
Crawl, walk,
Grows more,
Run, talk.
First grade,
Then on,
Grows up,
Soon gone.
New love,
Grows big,
Hitched up,
Lust gig.
Plus sign,
Kin borned,
Parents,
Were warned.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 5:16 PM UTC
A friend told me,
‘Silence replaces the roar,
like the wind blowing abhor.’
To declare such notion
he disregarded there hasted a faction
for which I was included.
A response came earlier,
“Tame the Lion,
Silence will replace the roar.”
I stopped to think,
Is this a procastination?
I shuddered a wink.
A heresy of a character borned,
An attack in subtlety had retorted..
Flesh and bone had gone torn.
I relegated the fact the once lost,
replaced by the firm hand that declared,
“Defeat is not the end of you, my son…”
“Wounds heal, scars remain but never
the dismay can keep you from Me.
For I have won it for your share…”
“Brought restoration in thy soul,
never should you back away nor cower in a hole.
Face thy forward for My promises are true.”
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
Some loved me
Some hated me
But
I don't think that I am borned to please any
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
I walked away from that blurry night
With my back wrapped nakedly in soft silk, tossing and turning in a fight
Your brother in so much pain and your mother in a scurry to find her words
You tell me it's alright, and that there's nothing to fear
But anybody who knows you knows the lies you mend are sincere
I wanted to leave your family there in the fog of that old apartment building and resume myself to the lone cars sifting through the highway by 407
But I knew that I wanted you to follow me to share that peace I've found in the the hours past eleven
And as I walked away on a familiar stranger road
I turned around to expect your goofy smile, a smile that read you would come back with me to see my life
I called out to you, and let my words fight the silent in the night
And as I turned around, all I found was you and your mother far off in the corner of my sight
With a *** and a garden trowel, and you said to me that you'd bring it light
Although your father was never there, and most of your life you'd spent scared, you planted a sunflower in the mourning of his leaving glare
And like northern lights, did the sun rise that morn, when you told me that you wish, like this sunflower, that you could be borned
That although hurt and never to let go, you'd make the best of it, to give light to your scorn
If only I could learn from this, to make the best of everything as you do
But maybe I'm just still waiting for you to come back with me so that we can start new
So that you and I can watch the sunset, and I can find light too
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
I am brewing with silence crazily
Notas have died long since
Time is a scorpion which stings itself
Loneliness is amirror which shows myself
You are lurk in my childhood tears
Like a kite whose rope break off
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Everyone was so right
That we must have been unfair awfully
Our fingerprints must have been
On the all of the slains collar
Blood of killed children
Must have benn on our tooth
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
There were too many innocent
We must have been most babylonian
Ah Valentina!
We could not have borned
As well as we could not have learnt to live
We would have ben a sin
İf we born again
Not much
Goodness We could have loved!
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Murat Halici
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
A youngster told me, mister you are old
I asked, how can you tell
His reply was, I'm young, without a wrinkle face
I replied, my face is wrinkled because I always smiled
He told me, you move slowly and with a limp
I replied, I lived in the fast lane, but it was time to get off
My limp was from working hard, staying true to myself, never wavering
His puzzled look needed me to explain further
I remember when I was like you many years ago
My strength and confidence was my burning desire
I left the ones who borned me cause I
knew everything
They closed the door and on it read good luck young man we moved to Florida
Suddenly, reality set in, I was a man
Everything I thought I knew was there
I'm a man
But the little nuances of life the ones they taught me and I ignored have come full circle
Their wisdom and survival of life will always be in my thoughts
So youngster I'm not old I have aged well
The wrinkles on my face are from all the smiles life has given me
My limp is a sign that I will make it to the finish line
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
he says we are men
not because a raccoon
chased a bone
into the factory
of shadows.
he says it’s me
or the bag
of trash
and gives me
a knife.
he says before I was borned
we took
the same
bullet. he says mouth.
I kick
he says
in my sleep
and it puts
a belly button
on a bird
one
bird.
he says them animals
ain’t so wild
as a dog
in drag
and your mother
is the outside
world.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
the penters brutal militia
now marches
scopic
through a portal truncated
pass...
In unailing sleep
i taunt the spheres
and demand the negatives
scream out elements
strike runted ire
at the worlds great forgeries
dream #1
an ancient cottage is clouted to the ground
paff !
borned
a charred magician trick
rapid sporing
inflating to a build
then pressure cooked
packed with smoke
compounded by fire
in a quenched **** of energy
a construction
beams and rocks
a hearth is hearted
a mantle mounted
feasted together
and clenched in a furious shrine
i emaciate in the quiet storm of collected electric
i must test this unruin
i put an assertive foot over the threshold and...
i am pulled to the lovers
an attention away from here
downed on the bedroom floor
ridiculous pillow strapped to my ridiculous head
i stand
stammer frustrations
and running on an internal gut of turbulence
i slam home back through bed
dream #2
my burnt match form
all fours on a beach
my spiny digits plugged under the baking sand
straining the salt and murky charity
darkening the sand with impurities
and forgiving the sea
a pure revealing clarity
the formal sun
now casts without interruption
(just a little refractive kink)
water cleared
blinding the blind of the ocean floor
all Eves and Adams startled by
their **** branded world
shamed traffic
of disorientated prehistoric sealife
batting about in the garish aftermath
i resolve to the lovers
face down
******* huffs against the mattress
i flip over and zip back in
hands clamped
dream #3
simple streets and the bedside knife
i greet and greet
the first is a nop
the second a lancing wound
the wound takes a lacing
a bled string
and they are gratefully hauled
with grace to the sky
as though plucked by weather balloon
i am busy
in distribution of the lovers
dishonestly forecast to a haven in grave
i'll wake
work satifified
but both revved and worn
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC
I sat next to her, strength and passion which used to keep me with her still were there. My legs trembling and i felt plunging into the abyss,
vertigo...
We knew it had to end but we were there embraced, our souls were embraced.
I tousled gently her face and hair. It was like standing on earth but also flying at low height. I could see how beautiful earth was from up sky high.
Earth, people, trees, mountains, homes, my most beloved. Nostalgia for the moment i first met her. The newfound feelings borned inside me and the harmony flooding me when i look at her face.
Goodbye...
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC