Ankara Universitesi'nde isgalMerhaba,Ankara Universitesi'nde isgal5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Daha önce Ankara Üniversitesi'ndeki yemek boykotunu haber yapmıştık. Boykot, işçilerin tüm taleplerinin kabul edilmesiyle sonuçlanmıştı. Ancak TADAL, işçi ücretlerini yine ödemedi. Bunun üzerine işçiler greve başladılar. Ve dün -19 Kasım- yemekhane işgaliyle eylemlerine yeni bir boyut kattılar.
Paralarını alamayan,sigorta primleri ödenmeyen ve yemeklerin kalitesini konusundaki uyarıları dikkate alınmayan yemekhane işçileri, kendilerine destek veren öğrencilerl
30'11'' Ellerimi tut '' dedi kadın ..30'116 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
'' öyle bir tut ki, bıraktıgında beni ayakta tutsun tutusun .. ''
ve düşer gece
soguk camın gerisinde
perdeyi örten adamın sıcak yüzü
bir daha görünmeyecek pencerede
sabah olmayacak çünkü
derin bir uyku
derin bir yalnızlık
derin bir acıyla karısık ..
nokta kusarken ...
sustu bütün sesler
kalpten gelen gürültüler ...
acıyla doldu dilimdeki kelimeler ..
Not SleepingNot sleeping.Not Sleeping1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flexing, flying fishes leaping.
Sepia and seraphim and sirens.
Close your eyes, see monsters, constellations.
Dream in color,
drive in wind down Boulevards,
Somewhere...SomewhereSomewhere...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an old lady lies dying. She no longer speaks and sometimes she weakly clutches the hand of her daughter who came to see her for the last time.
a girl has just realized she's fallen in love. When you see a distant gaze on her face that's the moment she's trying to determine his eye colour.
a student is cramming Russian grammar into her head and quietly cursing the day she accepted the university offer. But the joy in her eyes when she passes the exam speaks for all of it.
a musician is sitting and composing a new tune, and all of a sudden he thinks of this girl he knows and decides to give her a
Speak softly, Without Sound.Speak softly,Speak softly, Without Sound.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
let the last light sing through
trees, boney against the hem of sky.
Drive, speed through woods toward
the disc of sun.
January branches blur to pencil grey.
Fly, start smoothly into a rolling
Ebbing galaxy of winged silhouettes,
whirring over our heads.
Murmur; lips move without sound.
043. broken piecesI'm going to tell you a story, okay?043. broken pieces2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It starts with a girl. She's only thirteen, broken and small and unappreciated. Her hair's too long, her hips are too wide and her fingers are too fat. She looks in the mirror and struggles to find a redeeming feature; the only time she ever likes herself is when she writes, and that's not enough, never enough, because no one appreciates that either.
She needs to be liked, this girl. She needs to be loved. She needs to be important to people who are important to her. And the people important to her, with few exceptions, have, thus far, damaged her, left her shattered, a shell of the child she was.
TogetherWhen newborn twins join this world of breath,Together3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we put them side by side-
like they were,
glowing in the fluid womb-
Ways to cope- stress and panicWays to cope- stress and panic3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
-Practice relaxation techniques such as visualization, progressive muscle relaxation and deep breathing.
- Exercise regularly, 20 minutes per day, three days per week. Exercise releases the "feel good" hormones into our blood stream, lowers blood pressure, relaxes muscles and clears the mind.
- Your attitude and the way you respond to stressful situations is important. You can choose to let something upset you or not. You can use a positive attitude to get through a tough time.
- Avoid consuming excessive amounts of alcohol, caffeine, fats and sugars.
- Know your stress signals. When you're feeling stressed, how doe
Stagnant ChaosI don't want to do anything.Stagnant Chaos3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lay my stagnant body down in this pool of swirling emotions
and let the gentle tide carry me away.
It's all too much to handle,
the way my mind is racing around incessantly,
jumping from thought to thought because it can't find sufficient answers
to any of the questions stirring.
Thought chaos like this is what keeps me awake at night,
so I guess it's a good thing I don't want to sleep right now;
just be still in this non-still world
and watch as time passes slower than ever and still leads to nothing.
I don't want to move.
It feels like gravity is pulling especially hard,
willing my limbs to stay in
LifeWhen your life flashes before your eye's what do you expect to see?Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a drama, a horror-film or a comedy,
Lately thinking I should think about this
and all the stuff in life I hane had to miss
like that pool party I was invited to but thought I was too fat to go,
or the movies with my best freind 'cept I was too sad to show
I stare at the ground so you can not see
the tears that soon there will be.
With a noose around my neck what I see is no surprise
I'm staring into a pair of sad greenish blue eye's
I'm sitting alone in a corner surrounded by dark
I kick out the stool.This has been the end of my embark
Cursed! It is as I shall be!
ARAFARAF3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Birinden bir şey istersin ve direkt cevap verir, Hayır! Bu harika bir şey. Yok, saçmalamıyorum; çünkü eğer bir insandan bir şey istediğinizde Evet ya da Hayır demiyorsa, istediğiniz şeyin hayatınızı etkilediği vakit kadar sıkıntı çekmeye hazır olun.
Acaba, mümkün mü ki, olabilir mi, belki de, neden olmasın, niye böyle olsun, olamaz, ah keşke olsa, umutluyum, imkânsız, yok daha neler, hadi ama lütfen, öf pöf Bu ve benzeri yakınmalar, çırpınmalar yold
symphonic miseryyou lied the night you kissed me,symphonic misery3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a vision of blood and deconstruction;
feelings with no names.
we were a february tale in a twisted corset.
i can't breathe in your presence
because our still-life fairytale
is your prisoner of war.
the oracle card in my pocket
gave me a revelation:
"love makes us blind;"
(or so it seems)
now, our seasons of knowledge
are just temporary bad memories,
but there is no more music in me.
Having Ever Been YoungWhen I was young, I was a very bitter old womanHaving Ever Been Young2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
trying to have fun like they do in the magazine ads from Europe.
Now that I am not as young,
I am 5 years old with a belly full of cool whole milk and colored sugar shapes.
A head full of cartoons I like to accidentally pee to.
PaintingPainting3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am painting the bathroom and the radio
playing the morning classical music show
is in the bedroom. The announcer's words
are not clear but I hear her tone of voice
and she sounds concerned - her tone says,
"Are you listening? Do you hear me say
every European name correctly?
Do you know that this music so many
consider dull is fine music and exactly
what you should be listening to?"
But today the music is dull, it is virtuosity
whose only aim is to fly through harmony
as fast and precisely as possible. A clarinet
does so in one piece, a flute in the next.
These composers had feelings but did not use
music to express them - and so it is
WastesWastes6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sands of time erase
the dint of too many feet.
wind ripples wipe clean.
Wanderers are still seduced
by the dream of direction.
HerHer face was just a series of pixelated dotsHer9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I would try to piece together in darkness.
Her hair was short, no long...
She had glasses that I know for sure.
She had a smile of pure gold
And a heart that shown bright
As if she were being basked in sunlight.
Her eyes large and empty like vast seas
Brown murky with mud, delicate.
Her lips were tinted with essence of roses
Soft, smooth, lines twisting, sickened sweetness.
who are youlit candles in the daylight;who are you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curtains closed, eyes closed
of last winter and of cold hands
of sand between our toes and slipping through the hourglass
of you and i.
sometimes i wish our hands would touch once more
and your familiar gaze would reach mine again.
but your eyes are cold like last winter
and the hourglass has reached the end
of you and i.
burning wax at 3:26 pm;
curtains closed, eyes closed
My Pity Well's DryDry those tearsMy Pity Well's Dry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer cry
I might feel bad
but my pity well's dry
I've heard that before
is that all you got
while I'm suffering through
a drought, Blaring hot
My pity well's dry
I'm sorry to say
I can no longer help you
make everything your way
All I want is a drink
throbbing is my skull
can i borrow some of your's
Your pity well's full
I have problems too
not everythings fine
I just don't go around moaning
like you do, about mine.
pointless questionaire,are you paying attention?pointless questionaire,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm asking because your vision keeps shifting, and darling you know how i get when the lights aren't on me, so take a seat, put your feet up, let me shine. pretend for a moment i mean something because i want to mean something, let me, look at me, pay attention to me.
are you listening this time?
my voice isn't angelic, but i know it's not terrible, so let me sing for you. listen to me, give me feedback, so that i can learn which songs are your favorite, what octave you prefer, what mood you like. i engrave ever ysound you utter into my mind, so return the sentiment, act like you care, listen to me.
do you care a
obedienceobedience7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I could imagine that it might be raining today
some moths are whirring around
flying around the only light I have
funny dancing like acrobats
Suddenly a scary sound
it's somewhere in my chamber
I don't know where
My own rival is a mightful animal
A mystifying unhallowed thing
I wanna be alone but he wouldn't let me go
The flies are always arguing me
There's someone hiding in the edge of my chamber
I hear a scary sound somewhere
I wanna be alone but he wouldn't let me go
The flies are always arguing me
Cramps are thrashing through my body
my fingers are scratching lines
into my skin. I hear his awful voice
don't speak of him
I Love You I Hate YouI Love You I Hate You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I love you.
Sure, I do... when I stop being addicted to reading.
I hate you.
... That sounds much better.
But when I'm not with you, my curiosity is sparked, and you envelope my mind. Yet when I'm with you, I think you are the most pompous human being I have ever laid eyes on.
So, then, why when you told me you were in love with me, my heart inflated and I was crying tears of joy and pure, unadulterated happiness?
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Those were the only words I could think of. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
And finally I make a decision. I looked him directly in the eyes and said: Kiss me yo
waking upshe saidwaking up9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's better this way
as we stood at the bridge between winter and spring
with the most comforting look on her face
you don't need me to do this
and we can still make it together
because i'll be waiting on the other side
when you get there
as she faded out of my blurry vision
she had new grass and flowers budding from under her skin and tangled into the strands of her hair
and i laid down under a heavy blanket of snow
wondering if she was right
sometimes she comes to visit
when the cold has drifted away a bit
and she places her hand in mine
reminding me that
if she can wake up
so can i