"fatih" poems - Hello Poetry

I am compelled I do not even obliged to In my mind I would keep the name as mıh Eyes grow is growing I do not know mecburum You know me the heat. Preparing trees to fall Does this city is the old Istanbul In the dark clouds are parts One side of the street lamp is The smell of rain on pavement I am obliged not you. Sometimes love is fearful dismally People are tired all of a sudden one evening later Prisoners to live in the razor's edge Sometimes it will break your hands passion How many lives are removed from a living What if you knock the door sometimes Humming in the back of the misery of loneliness Fatih in a poor playing gramophone From ancient times to play a Friday I stop and listen to sound at the beginning of the corner Should I bring unused gök Week disaggregated data is available How do I go What if I keep I am obliged not you. Maybe June or mottled blue boy Ah, you do not know who does not know Eyes hijack freighter is a desert Maybe you get on the plane in Yesilkoy Horripilation is all wet Maybe you're blind, are in rural precipitancy Wind will bring bad hair What a time to live if you think These wolves have perhaps mess But without dirtying our hands Ayıpsız What a time to live if you think Susan would also start with the name Order to move inside of the secret sea No other kind will not be I am obliged to you never know. Attila İlhan

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC

kdugan

from Attila İLHAN

I am compelled I do not even obliged to In my mind I would keep the name as mıh Eyes grow is growing I do not know mecburum You know me the heat. Preparing trees to fall Does this city is the old Istanbul In the dark clouds are parts One side of the street lamp is The smell of rain on pavement I am obliged not you. Sometimes love is fearful dismally People are tired all of a sudden one evening later Prisoners to live in the razor's edge Sometimes it will break your hands passion How many lives are removed from a living What if you knock the door sometimes Humming in the back of the misery of loneliness Fatih in a poor playing gramophone From ancient times to play a Friday I stop and listen to sound at the beginning of the corner Should I bring unused gök Week disaggregated data is available How do I go What if I keep I am obliged not you. Maybe June or mottled blue boy Ah, you do not know who does not know Eyes hijack freighter is a desert Maybe you get on the plane in Yesilkoy Horripilation is all wet Maybe you're blind, are in rural precipitancy Wind will bring bad hair What a time to live if you think These wolves have perhaps mess But without dirtying our hands Ayıpsız What a time to live if you think Susan would also start with the name Order to move inside of the secret sea No other kind will not be I am obliged to you never know. Attila İlhan

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what does it sound like that feeling of helplessness fatih falling to the ground all hope lost at sea past thoughts floating around you can’t say things will never change your emotions change like the tides fast and predictable the footprints tell all each step making an imprint on my heart more like a dent a dent that will never fade like the seasons just keep coming back its unstoppable a love that was never right a tide that came to close to pulling me in underwater it was never meant to happen we were so strong my anchor but my anchor is now underwater too deep to save to rusted to recover just laying at the bottom of the uncharted sea

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC

5013

the broken anchor

what does it sound like that feeling of helplessness fatih falling to the ground all hope lost at sea past thoughts floating around you can’t say things will never change your emotions change like the tides fast and predictable the footprints tell all each step making an imprint on my heart more like a dent a dent that will never fade like the seasons just keep coming back its unstoppable a love that was never right a tide that came to close to pulling me in underwater it was never meant to happen we were so strong my anchor but my anchor is now underwater too deep to save to rusted to recover just laying at the bottom of the uncharted sea

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I've lost my self again, I've lost it between the hope and the fatih, Between the past and the future, Between my soul and my body. I've lost my self againg, i wanna found it But how can i found something that i don't know? Where can i looking for? Sometimes i try to search it through my memories, But that only make it worst, make more painfull. I've lost my self again, And i've been lost since i don't recognize who i'm, And that happens over and over again.

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC

fernanda-moncada

I've lost my self again

I've lost my self again, I've lost it between the hope and the fatih, Between the past and the future, Between my soul and my body. I've lost my self againg, i wanna found it But how can i found something that i don't know? Where can i looking for? Sometimes i try to search it through my memories, But that only make it worst, make more painfull. I've lost my self again, And i've been lost since i don't recognize who i'm, And that happens over and over again.

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