Dogum CedellesmesiIDogum Cedellesmesi5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Koynunda uyandığım sabahlardan
Bir ömürlük yaşanmışlığım
Sevda tahlillerinde gebe çıktı..
Topuk vura vura büyürken koridorlarımda
Düşümden kaçıp gitti sabahlara
Hasret yeniği yüreğim..
Ben istemedim ki..
Boyumdan küçük yol almışlığım
Sallanacak şimdi tahta beşikte..
Ninnisi, meleklerden bozma
Bir kekeme alfabesi..
Şafak söktürecek tüm uykular
Kavgam, tan yerinde..
Sancı basınca avazlarıma
Ha vurdu ha vurulacak
Zembereğin alnında ıslak saçlarım
Kes göbeğini n'olur cezamın
Kan damlar biraz dudaklarımdan
Biraz da bacak arasından
Hepsi bu işte..
asit kuyulariasit kuyulari6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
O kuyuyu kazdılar Seni orada buldular Oysa ben, yıllardır her gece sarılıyorum sana. Hayalini kucağıma alıyorum ve her neredeysen diye başlayan cümlelerle sesimi sana Yok. Yok. Sesim karanlık bir kuyuda yankılanıyor ne zamandır. Bunu duyuyorum. Duyuyordum. Onlarca kemik parçasına sürtünup, hücrelerce eti eritiyor sesim. Duyuyorum. Ne zamandır. Göz çukurlarına doluyor, kurumuş kulak kemiklerinden taşıyor. Bir ölüm kokusu siniyor sesime. Duyuyorum. Duyuyordum. Saçların en siyahına dokunup tel tel ayırıyor onları. Ben istemiyorum böyle olsun. Ben istemiyorum nefesim ölüm koksun. Ben istemiyorum. İstemiyorum.
Oysa ben sadece beklemek istedim. Bekleyiş bir süre sonra ele geçiriyor seni. Üzerine düşünmemeye başlıyorsun. Salt
2 - Love - RibbonsHis words became your haven2 - Love - Ribbons5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those words that were dropped from his lips
like flower petals yielding to the wind
Patched the tunnels in your heart
His arms wrapped around you
Weaving ribbons of your favorite words
around the two of you
"Love. Hope. Joy."
He held you closer and closer until you became one person
Wrapped in the comfort
"Life. Friendship. Truth.
The ribbon slowly gained color
Picking up shades of life and love
along with tints of truth and memory
"Hate. Lies. Secrecy."
His words were running out
Slowly being drained of emotion
Of color and vibrancy
"I'm sorry. Forgive me."
You placed your lips on his and moved with him
You became a cocoon together
wrapped in his words again
He only needed three more words to make his world complete
"I love you."
And I guess I always knewIt was true then. You were, are in fact Kira. I guess I shouldnt be surprised, Ive known all along, and you knew I knew didnt you Raito? You knew that from the very first second I met you I knew. Why you didnt confess in the beginning, Ill never know. I couldve saved you not from the law but maybe from yourself.And I guess I always knew6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I cared about you Raito I cared so much it hurt. But thats in the past now isnt it? For its come into the light that you are Kira. Though the others didnt, and still dont, believe me, I guess one day theyll see. See your true colors when you turn on them, just like you turned on me.
You know whats funny? I really believed you cared too. I truly believe that what happened that night meant something to you. Not just another one night stand. Another win against me. But I guess the masks are gone now, and the façades dead. I really need to stop pretending.
existentialism in heaven1. First, we have a lesson in breathing.existentialism in heaven7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
(I stutter, and in the back of my head there is a slide and small children are slipping down and losing their lungs, tucking under inside of them, and I came around afterwards and picked up all their organs and buried them inside the tanbark, hid them away in a little box that only I will have, every thought they expelled with their breath and would've liked to keep, and I press my fingers down and they are gathered around me and they say st-st-stutter with their necks like paper cranes for hope and peace and a hopeful mouth. They do not love me.)
She opens up my mouth, peeling back the ridges of my lips with her claws, and she looks inside and peers into some sort of mess and she says I can't sort through this with my hands alone, I can't, and she closes it up and says no, no, that will not do. And she holds her palms against my stomach like twin suns framing my belly-button with her rabbit-colored thumbs and she peers into the hole and wrinkle
AntiCVAntiCV5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Tümsek tümsek yaralarımın üzerinde yükseliyorum. Anı deniyor onlara, bilirsiniz. Ölmenin binbir türlü hali var. Ben, "-den" halindeyim. Ölmek-ten geçtim, bu ikinci gelişim. Hafızam, beynimi oyuyor. Çocuklar tepiniyor beyin denen kıvrımlı salatamın üzerinde. Birileriniz limon sıksa belki daha iyi olacak. Zinhar!
Ulusalcı bir anne ve sosyalist bir babadan olma, küçük burjuva bir hayatta boğulma, tiyatroya ve sergilere giderek kendini imha etme (bu bir politik eylem değildir) ve sanata güvenme salaklığına gark olma biriydim. Babamla Çiçek Pasajı'na giderdik. Babam bira içerdi, bense coca cola ve Arnavut ciğeri yerdik. Cola içmem sosyalist babamı pek rahatsız etmezdi. Ne de olsa çocuktum ben. İlk barbie bebeğimi de o almıştı.
schizophrenia horror and fearschizophrenia horror and fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a child 12 years
mommy what are you doing?
mom-all things yellow are evil must break. yellow is not evil mom. god said.
mom. jesus pictures covering the walls. candles everywhere. mom- evil spirits in the house. . child not real mommy. you are scaring me. mom. walls covered in red lipstick crosses. she covered legs with pen crosses. burning paper. screaming. she is talking to someone. mommy there is no one their. meds not working. mom tries to kill her herself . throw herself infront of subway. police take mom away to hospital. finally peace. child no more raising an enfant brother . mom returns but doesnot take her meds. rice throw everywhere. burning many objects. mom. i am a servant for god. mom you are crazy. child afraid of getting beaten. horror feels the child. i want to die please. god please let me die. i am suffering said the child. mom- mother mary is evil. bull shit mom. i hate you. why can you be a normal mom. mom
Trip1Trip4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I speak six languages, French on the train,
Flemish in a square, money in my top hat,
I sell the hat, travel on, Italian at a Cathedral,
Hebrew on a mountain, money in my flat cap,
I travel against the sun, speak music with him.
I did not lose my treasure on the crossing
and no pirates approached our ship.
The natives are civilised, for natives;
a charming prince with a nose ring performed a dance for me.
wine buckfast lager pass a smoke man the dope shroom stash smashed
out of my head can't feel my feet the bed half a pill I'm delirious dead
Strong man and the Siamese twins dig ruts for the wheels
and the acrobat brews tea in a tin kettle.
I toss my top hat at a bear, for Mother Russia has been cruel.
And in India Kerala, the south, yes reading the Edakkal Caves,
Kutti Chattan, poems of 600 BC, love, kings, Roman ships all sailing in;
the Varthamana Pusthakam travelogue. For the BBC, yes.
A good documentary, insufficient, of c
Asexual? - chapter 4"And we shall not communicate."Asexual? - chapter 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
" Enjoy your vacation."
The clack and buzz of the voicemail's suspension flooded out of the receiver and filled Rhoda's thoughts. She closed her eyes softly, running her fingers through her hair with a sigh. She couldn't particularly make out the many feelings that immediately entered her mind upon hearing the message. However, she was very aware of the single emotion rejection and the single thought 'Why?' that were both overpowering all other thoughts and emotions at that moment. And of course, questions like 'What had she done wrong?' 'Why wouldn't anyone accept her?' and 'If she acted or dressed more like Cammy, would people finally learn to cope with her?' Frankly, she was really sick of asking herself these questions. She already knew the answers, anyway. She just hoped that somehow, if she asked them again and again, the answers would change. But of course, that was all part of her imagination.
What she had done wr
fara ea.o lacrima de pe obraz iti soptestefara ea.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nu mai umbla orbeste, dute si-o gaseste.
inima ta e pe moarte...
bate vantul prin tine, frigul te cuprinde
altadata ea isi tinea iubirea in haina ta.
mana ta te-a tradat,
nu se mai opreste din tremurat.
inima iti spune ce creierul nu aude.
"nu mai gandi, doar asculta-ma si voi inceta.
as vrea sa stii ca bat doar daca ea e in viata ta
de ce ai nevoie de cuvinte, care se transforma in tinte...
cand avem atingerile, privirile si bataile de inimi
cand vei invata sa fii ceea ce nu stii?
de ce nu poti doar sa simti si sa iubesti?"
fara ea, inima iti bate doar ca sa nu stea in loc.<i>
ratacit de tine...pe o alee intunecata te plimbi in ceata...ratacit de tine...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in cap ai doar voci adunate intr-o viata.
nimic nu te poate alina...
nici macar vina ta.
ai ajuns mai departe de neputinta...
acum tot ce poti atinge e nefiinta.
te intrebi acum...cum ar fi daca ai putea
sa dai timpul inapoi macar sa-i mai spui ceva...
nu aveai curaj sa-i dovedesti
acum ratacesti...fara ea innebunesti.
fara ea te ocolesti, te zapacesti.
ti-e dor de clipele cand inima iti batea
si picioarele iti tremurau cand ea iti zambea.
restul nu mai conta cand...ea la tine se uita.
cand te lua de mana si lumea iti parea mai buna...
cu ea erai perfect,
nu exista defect...
intr-o lume fara idei...fara pic de viata,
ea iti aducea iubire, magie si speranta.
te ascunzi in tine...dar nici fiinta ta nu te mai asculta...
stie ca trebuie sa te alunge...pentru a mai putea spera...
pentru a putea uita...nu ai fost in stare de a ierta...
te simti atat de gol...incat si tu esti un ecou.
nu-ti mai raspunde nimeni...
vei sti oare cat de mult ai pierdut
PW: You Called Me Phoenix "The map says it's the next left."PW: You Called Me Phoenix5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I think you'll find it's right."
"No, it's left."
"Oh please, Wright. I do know where I'm going."
"Well, you obviously don't as you -" On the left, a turning whizzed past the car, "You've missed the turning now. Great Edgeworth, that's just great." Like a stubborn child, Phoenix's arms folded across his chest as he slumped back in the passenger seat. Edgeworth threw the spiky-haired man beside him a sideways smirk. His hand dropped onto the gear stick and he changed gear, indicating to turn right. Phoenix made an exasperated, irritated noise. His hands, raised in disbelief, slapped down on his thighs. The angst on his face was plain to see. Shifting his hand from the gear stick to Phoenix's hand, Edgeworth kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.
"Edgeworth!" Phoenix hissed, jerking his hand almost reluctantly away from the prosecutor's cool touch, "What are you doing!? Maya and Pearl
1001Ablam aşktan öldü10017 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Herşey filmlerdeki gibi oldu
Bir hazan yaprağı düşerken
Son nefesini verdi mucize
Hayat o'rda o' Kıyıda
Masalın berisinde kaldı
Hiç yara almadan aynadan geçemezsin
Hiç yara almadan
Ablam aşktan öldü
Herşey filmlerdeki gibi oldu
Bir hazan yaprağı düşerken
Aşktan ölmenin bin yıllık tarihini
Ablam yeniden ama yeniden yazdı
EL RELOJEL RELOJ6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Estaba encima del minutero
Cuál pasos son crujientes
Y mi niñez, mi infancia
Era el pasado lo mismo
La ciudad hermosa lo que nunca puedo volver
El sueño lo que nunca he visto
La pesadilla lo que nunca puedo sentir
Lo que nunca puedo dormir
Ya no sabes que es dormir las pesadillas
Ahora yo tampoco
Y ya no sé tampoco cuantas veces
Mi caballo negro caminó al galope
Alrededor del círculo
Aunque estaba encima del minutero, mi caballo
Que es un erudito frágil y esclavo
¡Paciencia! La noche es corta me dije
Tan la vida
La vida es más corta que una noche
Y mi vida es una cuerda
Rodeando al cuello de mi caballo
En cada viaje
Alrededor del círculo
Estaba encima del minutero, mi caballo
Y mi vida era solomente un recuerdo
Alrededor mi cuello.
O esta noche
Y mi reloj ya no es círculo.
: w h a t. :[whispers]: w h a t. :6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are you really
who you think yourself to be?
is everything you know real?
how are you?
what is your life?
what can you do in a world so large?
what really matters?
Realize what mattersSomeday this world will come to an end; for they say that nothing lasts forever...Realize what matters6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someday you will look back on your past and realize what really mattered...
Someday you will look back on all those fights and realize you were wrong and that some of the fights didn't matter then, and most of those fights don't matter now...
Someday you will remember why you fell in love and realize you never really fell apart; and someday you will realize that all of those people you thought you fell in love with never really meant anything to you...
Someday you will realize you wish you had more time to spend with loved ones when all you ever tried to do was get away...
Someday you will realize you are running out of time even when time seemed to drag on forever...
Someday you will look back and realize that everyone has regrets...
Someday you will realize you were a coward and never really lived life to the fullest because there was always something you were afraid to do, afraid to face, afraid to lo
In Vino VeritasIn Vino Veritas5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In vino veritas: In wine, truth.
Miles Edgeworth held the glass of Red Burgundy in his hand gingerly, almost as if he were afraid that it would break if he didn't handle it with care. Given what the object was and what link it had with his past, he was surprised that he even remotely cared about its preservation.
The heavy crystal goblet, with the von Karma crest emblazoned on it, seemed to mock him as he slowly turned it around and around in his fingers, his glazed eyes staring at it blankly as the sun's dying rays glinted off of the surface. How many years had it been since he had escaped the malevolent clutches of Manfred von Karma? Three, perhaps more; he wasn't certain since all the days seemed to blend together into one, large blur.
Maybe this happened because of the alcohol that he imbibed in frequently in order to dull the pain, to try and forget his past and all that he had run away from. And, most of all, trying to forget him.
He sighed as he gazed into the liquid dark
Bough - the friendUprostřed noční skládky klečel tvor a vydával zvuky, jako kdy se několik hodin staré novorozeně dusí. Dusí pláčem a u brzo se zalkne, zmodrá a pak ho bude jeho matka chovat, houpat u mrtvé. Kničivé steny rezonující v hlavě vyskakovaly z modravých rtů mezi haldy odpadků, obtáčely se kolem zrezivělých víček plechovek se zahnívajícími zbytky a krtily stvůře malý mozeček. Jeho vlastní nenávist ho zkroutila do agonických smyček. Křeč ho donutila předklonit se a tvor dávil rudé kousky zkaeného masa mezi rozličné kousky věcí, které kdysi někdo pouíval. Dvě levé boty, kadá jiná, prezervativ pokrytý plísní, slupky od brambor, rozbitá láhev vodky, roBough - the friend5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Missing FutureNot that long ago I was sitting in the shadow of a tree, back against the strong, rough trunk; my shoes off and my feet in the leaves, curling into the soft mulch. Becoming one with the earth, drinking, nourishing, my toes like roots. Checking my email on a whim, I came across a question.The Missing Future6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
What is one thing you want for your life that you dont believe youll ever have.
I had to think. I sat under that tree, thinking long and hard about the winding, mountainous roads of my future. What treasures would be placed in my way. What obstacles would I find and climb, washing my hands in the cool cool stream. And what would I, no matter how hard I looked, never find.
At first I thought wealth. So far away from upper class, bejewelled necklaces and fancy cars. But that could be me. I see myself living that life. The life of comfort and luxury. The more I thought about it, the more the idea ate at me. Jabbing its tiny needles into my consciousness. So I thre
jesienna historia...a zaczęła się ta historiajesienna historia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
w dni jesienne, chłodem przejmujące,
gdy dalekie było od zenitu
Gdy wiatr zimny przenikał do kości,
wzmagał dreszcze, w szarość świat oblekał;
gdy się zdawał obietnicą czułości
każdy lekki grymas warg człowieka.
...i ujrzałam ciebie po raz pierwszy
bladym świtem, na obskurnych schodach,
gdy daleka była od zenitu
Kiedy wargi mi drżały spierzchnięte,
oczy były jak zgasłe latarnie,
gdy me ciało, skulone, zziębnięte,
było pustą skorupą bez pragnień.
...i płynęła uczucia melodia,
lecz do końca nigdy nie wybrzmiała;
i dalekie były od zenitu
Jak dzień krótkie źrenic spotkania,
lekki dotyk skostniałymi opuszkami;
urywane, nieskończone zdania,
wyznania - szeptane półsł&
......Ölmedi ölmüyor ölmeyecek......9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bir hayatı hiç bir zaman yaşayamayacağım
Hiç bir zaman bitiremeyeceğim bir ömrü
Dolduramayacağım ve anımsatamayacağım insanlara
Taşa bir isim kazınacak
Ama benim mezarım boş kalacak
Boş bir tabut taşıyacaklar
Tabutumu bile dolduramayacağım
Saracak bir şeyleri yok
Ellerinde öylece kalacak kefen
Benim mezarım boş kalacak
Bu beden hiç yaşamadı ki