I drink ink.
I vomit words.
Pure blackness is irresistable.
You drank it,
Wanted more.
***
Your veins carry my blackness.
I see my script through your skin,
Behind your mask.
***
My inner self is a maze;
Only come across by words.
My inner self is a maze;
It tends to amaze those wanderers,
Those slumberous ponderers.
***
At last
My ink holder rustled.
At last
My faithful friend rustled your demise:
Behind your mask, is your obituary…
“Hakim olacak çocuğun takdir belgesi değil, takdir yetkisi olur.”
Chasing the soul
In the corridor of portraits;
Shadow of fears in the eye…
—–*—–
Near and distant;
Lost and found…
—–*—–
Circling,
Pondering,
A devastatingly personal decay:
—–*—–
It’s the fade-away…
Oh, the joyful hues before my eyes!
The sugar coated nullification…
Oh, the sparkly shackles in my mind!
Even nothingness is a tinted creation…
Asfaltın soğuk renksizliği üzerinde gökkuşağını kovalamak,
En karanlık hayatı gündüz gözüyle yaşamak,
Ayazda çırılçıplak uyumak…
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Nasıl bir hayat yaşıyoruz?
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Gerçekliğe,
İroniye,
İnanılmaza cevaben
Delilik.
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Hem de büyük, en büyük harflerle DELİLİK…
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