i think i deserve
more than a secret randevu

if you can risk it
for a good ****
and conversations
no one but ourselves will hear
why can’t you risk it
for all of me
for a relationship
we’ve spent this long fighting for

it’s degrading
i’m just the girl
you undress
when no one is looking
because i’m good
but not good enough
for more
not anymore

s.s

The wind sweeps the leaves from their home;
Chilling the air and silencing heat.
This is the season of passing
Solstice of winter sleep.

Though the cold wards many,
I do not own such luxury.
My mind sits restless,
focusing on carrying my weary feet...

This weather invades my heart,
as it is shrouded over me,
by stingy fridged lips
sapping the strength from every beat.

So as my joints stiffen,
As my lungs freeze,
My resolve dissipates
fading into the darkness that kisses my heels.

I must keep moving...
"till I hear the death bell's ring
or I reach my randevu.
Spring

My breath would love to have a randevu
with your lips.
It screams in every single language I know
"Obey me! Obey me! Obey me!"
and keeps my mental equilibrium
in a dungeon,
leading me to hunger pains
with no hugs and forehead kisses to feed them.

My heels keep on clicking towards
somewhere you might be,
wailing loud enough
for all the love deities to hear.

Just come here already.
I'll arrange us some fine hot tea
and buy your favorite bakery,
we'll keep it proper yet overwhelming
and I'll let you wear my house slippers
so you won't get
cold feet.

yorgunum angel
evet evet
yorgun

buzul
şakalarına gülemiyorum
dahi antartika'nın

sırtımdaki kılıçlara
kurşun dökeceklermiş
düşmeyi rahatlatmak için
bardakta çekin bari :)


bak
yine sancı girdi geçmiş günlere
her ne hal
gazi konsepti reva görülse de
randevu veremiyorum
sırada ısrar edene

halbuki
okyanus suyundan tarhana
cape town gecelerinden
taze soğan olsa, gelicem kendime
budapeşte sokaklarından

poster poster sevişicem sonra
bir alana, bir bedava
takvim kızı, kapak kızı
patron hediyeli papaz kızı
tril tril mevsimlik
gülecek moher sırtımda

ama
lakin
ve fakat

solgunum angel
evet evet
solgun

stokholm sendromu bu
biliyorum..
kurşunu kendi doldurduğum
verip colt'u ele
hedefe kaz gibi oturduğum..

Do we dream of a time when the heart’s free,
From the dreaded shackles of society,
As we long today for our secret randevu,
To finally do things that we shouldn’t do.
My lady, let us raise hell and enjoy the fun,
For love, before all maidens thou’st the one,
With crazed hearts there is nothing we can’t do,
So let’s lose the sanity, ‘cause I’m perfect for you.

O’ doth we all dream of a love everlasting,
A flaming passion that overwhelms our soul,
Where within those gorgeous eyes, my darling,
Shall we be aimlessly lost with nowhere to go.
My sweet maiden arth thou angelic and fair,
May we one day rejoice in longing randevu,
When thy heart calls on past memories, my dear,
Know that I shall always and forever love you.