Mother to ChildCome into my arms love.Mother to Child9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't cry now.
The world may seem unbearable
But it'll be okay.
I love you
And will always hold you tight.
Keeping you safe from the monsters
That aren't all in your dreams.
Come into my heart love.
Carve your own space in it.
Make it so your every smile warms me,
Your every laugh makes me soar.
Come into my eyes love.
Never be far from my sight.
So I can see your happy face
And know that you are content.
Come into my soul love.
Be entwined with me for eternity.
Become a part of me that
I can never be separated from.
I will hold you close my small one
Till you rebel against my well meaning confinement.
I will protect you from the world
Till you no longer want my protection.
Dry your eyes my child.
I don't mind my pain as long as you're happy.
Be the light in my life,
The joy in my heart,
When everything else makes me despair.
I will love you even when you hate me.
Only you can hurt me, child.
Scars none but I can see.
So just be happy.
And try to love me almost
Am I...?I am.Am I...?5 years ago in Other More Like This
There is nothing more.
Because I think right?
I think, but cannot act,
I feel, but cannot be.
But I am.
So does that mean I am still here?
Or am I gone?
Theres no, white lights,
Fluffy clouds, with
Little angels playing
But I am?
I cant tell any more.
My DaughterBundan yedi yıl önce kuyruğunun tüyleri kısmen dökülmüş, sağlıksızlığı her haliden belli siyah bir dişi kedi geldi ziyarete beni evimin tam ortasına kadar. Bana baktı uzun uzun, çok hanımefendi bir tavrı olduğundan tepki vermedim ben de ona baktım şefkatle. Güzel değildi, sağlıklı değildi ama bir canlıydı, terbiyeliydi ve birbirimizin duygularını adeta anlamıştık.My Daughter6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Döndü gitti sessizce. Adeta karar vermişti, kızım burda olmalı diye, daha doğmamış, benim varlığından bile haberimin olmadığı kızı için.
Bir süre geçti, iki minik yavruyla gördüm onu karşı kaldırımda arabaların yanında. Birisi siyah beyaz, saksağan elbiseli, minicik bir prenses, diğeri yamalı
Sophie and her toesSophie never did learn to like her toes. They were oddly spaced, knobbly and uneven. Ever since she realised that they were exceptionally ugly toes, not a soul had seen them. Well not a soul except the doctor, but he doesnt count as having a soul does he? In any case, if you pay someone to look at your toes theyre required to say nice things about them, so their opinion cannot be trusted.Sophie and her toes6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sophie was now 24 and always wore enclosed shoes. Her friends encouraged her to come to the beach once and she obliged. They then encouraged her to go swimming and after an uncomfortable amount of pestering she relented and went into the water. Everything was fine and they had fun splashing around until they all got out and then there was much laughter at her expense. She had to agree with them though soggy shoes really werent very comfortable. She never went swimming again.
But the hardest thing abou
kir ciceklerikir cicekleri5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kır çiçeklerinden derme
mor gülüşlü bir kokuya benzerdi A Ş K. . .
ve sen, hüzünbaz bir zerdali sarhoşluğunda severdin,
gözlerimdeki derin yalnızlığı...
*Sema Sağnak, Ankara, 2009
"I'll cry tonight""I'll cry tonight"6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'll cry tonight"
He felt her hardened hand, and knew that it was hers no more.
Looked beyond those half-dead eyes, faded shadows all he saw.
His mind ablaze with questions, feelings fighting for the right;
To escape a world of pain, unseen forces them to fight.
Picture books of memories, pages pounding in his head.
His stomach hadn't realised that she was even dead.
Now thoughts of how, tomorrows will affect his yesterdays,
Fluid frightened feelings began to form and then to maze.
Looking now upon what remains, of someone he adored.
No way of saying his good-bye's, a pain that feels ignored.
By those that leave the trapped behind, free flying to their fate;
Without our life's thoughts of sadness, grief, pain or even hate.
"I'll cry tonight", he whispered as he walked out of the room.
He hates it when this world of his decides to use the broom.
Sore thoughts of how, tomorrows will affect his yesterdays,
Fluid fighting feelings began to form and then to maze.
Your life is a journeyyour life is a journey with dreams to pursue,Your life is a journey6 years ago in Open More Like This
discovering what really matters to you,
for dreams are the voice of your wisdom within
that whispers the way on each path you begin
so whether you dream of true love or success,
of knowledge, or sharing the gifts you possess,
believe in your hopes, for as strange as it seems,
your heart will find home if you follow your dreams
A spoonful of honestyI fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.A spoonful of honesty5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who do we blame, or are enough fingers already stretched out and pointing that it doesnt matter anymore?
I dont talk about it much, but the thing that hinders me most is my fear of whats inside of me. For there, in the darkness of my flesh and bone, my genetic makeup decides an uncertain future. Sometimes, when Im alone or trying
Dream and DreamerI am the seedDream and Dreamer4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Inside my soil;
I am the sower
Seeking my sprout!
I am the water
Whirl in my lake;
I am the weather
Veiling my earth!
I am the seedling
Grow in my mire;
I am the sun
Feeding my leaf!
I am the mist
Draping my night;
I am the wind
Weaving my dress!
I am the bud
Peeping my sky;
I am the dew, dip
Swelling my petals!
I am the sunbeam
Surface my silk skin;
I am the beetle
Digging my honey pot!
I am the viewer
Watching my figure;
I am the flower
Fall in my bosom!
And, I am a seeker
Sowing my pleasure!
I am a mower
Reaping my treasure!
i cannot feel it anymoremy own heart,i cannot feel it anymore4 years ago in Other More Like This
the most terrible thing i ever knew,
more than the seventeen candles i could
not gather the breath to extinguish,
more than the shake in my fingers as i said
i could not love you like you love me,
more than the sheer face from which
my stomach sank
as you swore you loved me the same
way i loved you and how i knew in my heart
you were wrong;
peeling back my thoughts to see
how you loved her, seeing that the windows
gleamed because you loved her,
knowing that your dreams bloomed because you loved her
never feeling how your body screamed
olympe de gougesolympe de gouges4 years ago in Historical More Like This
Adam, sen, adil olabilir misin? Sana bu soruyu bir kadın
soruyor. En azından bu hakkı ondan alamazsın. Söyle bana, benim
cinsimi baskı altına alan, kendinden menkul iktidarı kim verdi
sana? Gücün mü? Yeteneklerin mi? Yaratıcıyı hikmetinde tanı.
Yakınlaşmayı ister göründüğün doğanın ihtişamı içinde şöyle bir
yürü ve eğer cesaret edebilirsen, senin baskıcı egemenliğine kaynak
oluşturabilecek bir örnek bul. Hayvanlara git, elementleri araştır,
bitkileri incele, evet, doğanın işleyişine bak ve eğer sana bunun için
gerekli araçları gösterirsem, kanıtlarımı kabul et. Eğer yapabilirsen,
doğanın düzeni içinde cinsleri ara, araştır ve karar ver. Onları her
yerde, herhangi bir ayr
Dansul sufletelor candSe ating.Dansul sufletelor candSe ating4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dansul sufletelor cand se ating
stofa cea mai aleasa
din care sunt croite visele adevarate
consta din vise ne-mplinite
buzele tale (de)pline de a:mor
sunt maci cu inimi de flacari
care beau lacrimile soarelui zeiesc
cand se sparg de dor
firesc ca iubesc flori salbatice
si renasc sub stropi acrisori de visine
sangerande sub muscarile mici
cu care indulcesti urmele inimii
iar firele rosii pe gatul tau palid
iti mangaie respiratia duioasa
a cupelor albe ca zapada sub bluza
inviorandu-le ca inrosite trandafiri
cu rune magice imi arati piciorusul
si te cuprind bezmetic cu gura
sa te beau palpitanda-n vesnicie
sa-ti fiu limba lira lumina si luna
© j.w.waldeck 2009
Please do not USE anything of my work!
boy with a songthere's a boy with a song that he found in the windboy with a song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he sings it to the kestrel who teaches the elk.
once, i fell asleep under the birch tree where the sun-
bleached elephant bones rest half submerged in dust.
i saw scattered butterfly-less wings circle the air in
a dance of ghosts, but maybe i had been dreaming.
an angel fell where they buried their children, he
promised to sleep with them in the gentle earth.
his golden hair fell into the tree roots and
became a river that wrapped around my body.
and even though i couldn't leave, i didn't want to.
'tis the seasonanother december's defeated me'tis the season4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one more winter
to the ghosts
who keep leaving me
choking on hope
'til I'm hoping
they'll leave me be
'round my bony tree
forced to flee
a certain we
surely she loves
but her I's
keep deceiving me
as snow melt
as they appear
when the numbers
have no meaning
about the year
memoriamthe louder i wish i were,memoriam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the quieter my whispers slip
silenced footfalls in mildewed grass
i am on my knees
and i am whispering sweet words
sweet like grapes and honey
into your scarred ears
oh, hear me, will you?
oh, touch me
the feel of your fingers
fading frictionlessly over my
daddy long legs in the window
crying for remembrance
the rainy days are fog patterns
on steamed glass
if only we lived in the notch
of a belt, the eye of the
and clung like widows
to each others' bones
never met a letterhello,never met a letter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am growing my hair out
for you. soon the birds
will entangle themselves in it
and twist nests, nettled
with twigs, into miniature
huddles. they will squirm,
robin's eggs mirroring the
waning tides, and swallow the
you make me feel like i am
supposed to be the sun
instead of a stupid girl
with her flat hat and cat eyes.
i swath myself in
manufactured clouds, drawing
a long white face still
heavy enough to
drown a soul.
i am the ugliest clam in
printed with the illusion that
inside my mundane shell,
i hold a shellacked pearl on
my tongue. you will pry
me open at the hinges, rusted
copper breaking into shrapnel,
and see that i am
reflecting upon reflections.flesruoy evol t'nac uoy fi em evol t'nac uoy dnareflecting upon reflections4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rorrim a ni gnikool er'uoy dna
em ta kool
.uoy ees t'nod uoy dna rorrim eht ni kool
.hturt ees t'nod uoy dna rorrim eht ni kool
.seituaeb thguat-fles ro sretupmoc ton era ew
.gnihton si ereht erehw esnes fo
,gnicaf-tnorf otni su secrof taht
ytilanoitar dellac gniht a s'ereht
DustWishing-well futures foretold in harsh hinterlands ofDust4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ache-arched backs and muttered mantras; of choke-held handles that
Turn pumps ever-onward in toil for Just One More Drop to
Enter empty buckets: it's a dessicated diorama, which rebounds and
Repeats ad infinitum.
Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
Behold my FateBefore the sunsetBehold my Fate4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beyond moon drops..
Behold my fate!
Behind these rose buds..
Because your love
Becomes a daydream..
Beware the dusk clouds!
Belongs a pain heart!
Betrayed flower pot, of
Begone rain drops..
Because a soft embrace;
Between the seasons
Beauty render drizzling!
Beetles have eaten!
Birds flew singing!
Branches kept blooming!
Blossom spread softly!
Breeze breath spring drops..
Ballad begun out, but,
Belated melody blankout..
Bittered honey spread out!
Beloved dreams bleach out!
Beyond the realm of poetry,
Beauty blind forbidden!
Behold my fate, oh Lord!
Before the birth of sunset.
Head BeeŞ harfi yazamamanın sıkıntısıyla yaratılmış bir başlıktır şu tepede duran garabet.Head Bee5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Baş Arı yazacaktım aslında. Amaç oydu ama, kime kispet kene nispet demişler, malum.
Hayatımda başarılı insanlara gıpta ile baktım yazmak isterdim.
İçimden öyle bir dürtüsellik fışkırmak gayretiyle cüret gösterdi ama, olmadı, kifayeti niyetine ermedi diyelim.
Başarılı olmanın değişik ölçütleri vardır.
Para kazanmak, sporda birinci gelmek, ünlü olmak, en fazla sayıda insanın ya da canlının mahvolmasına neden olmak gibi.
Evet, sonuncu örnek ürpertici ama, tarihteki kanlı zibidilerin hala mümtaz takipçileri olduğunu, göz önüne, kulak arkasına ya da burun üstüne alırsak, onlar da kendi
food for thought we won't eatyou should know:food for thought we won't eat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't a restaurant;
i am not on the menu;
love can't be ordered.
a hypocrite would say
don't look at food you
a letterdearest dear,a letter5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I hope this letter finds you well:
la la la-la love