35359 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
mecalsiz azap yokuşu da inilemez bir hal aldı. oysa hep gokyuzune bakmaliydim.
the sluggish ascent of torment can not be climbed down anymore. yet, i should have looked at the sky forever.
Metin Altiok - Ondeyis- Metin ALTIOK'un şiiri...Metin Altiok - Ondeyis7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bedenim üşür, yüreğim sızlar.
Ah kavaklar, kavaklar...
Beni hoyrat bir makasla
Eski bir fotoğraftan oydular.
Orda kaldı yanağımın yarısı,
Kendini boşlukla tamamlar.
Omuzumda bir kesik el,
Ki durmadan kanar.
Ah kavaklar, kavaklar...
Acı düştü peşime ardımdan ıslık çalar.
Perdicao SinceraPerdicao Sincera9 years ago in Open More Like This
Um dia vou tecer tamanhos impérios!
Que verei o céu cair em remição a meus pés.
Não construirei segundo as mãos do homem…
Não, jamais! Segundo a natureza.
Ela, que constrói soberanias invejáveis,
Esses malditos, querem-nas. Perdição.
No deslumbrante erguer de uma seara
Eu serei principal, a rainha de mim mesma.
Serei o esvaziar de corações desventurados,
Eu derramarei a água para os oceanos,
Sibilarei vento em sílabas amistosas
Para ver o fogo dos corpos de rompante.
Assim é Ela, verde e impetuosa,
Quando a mão alheia se descai em seu leito,
Assim serei quando infiéis e profanos
Deslacrarem a minha sincera dedicação.
amanhaAmanhã vou prender o cabelo.amanha7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vou amarrá-lo ás garras da elasticidade.
E tu ? Vais me acompanhar ?
Sim ? Vá lá...
Acompanha-me por esta sonolência diurna .
Demonstra o teu ódio pelo amor .
Desata a tua solidão, finge-te um ser
Apodreceste por dentro, sem querer
Livra , diz ela ao senhor
Livra-te desse terror ...
Vem comigo, que não te faço mal
Não te abandono, (por enquanto)
Vou contigo, (como se fosse carnal)
Este momento que sinto tanto .
Faço figurinhas tuas na minha mente
Leio-te um futuro ainda mais decadente
Darás as mãos ao passado, dás ?
Levanta-te do presente, faz faz!
Ninguém tem de te dizer o que fazer
Deixa-te de coisas e vai mas é viver!
Oh amor será que tu não vês ?
Que tudo aquilo que eu tenho
Tu não lho crês ?
Atraso-te sem me aperceber
Que a dita solidão está por perto
Dou a entender... a ver...
O quão cega, sigo o caminho certo .
TransformationTransformation11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A clot of red blood
In my white spit
From time to time
A spastic coughing fit
Come one overcast Sunday
Like a sepia tint photograph
A bulge rose from the pit
Where everything turns to shit
In agony I gagged and I strained
As the bulge rose up my chest
Fighting its way up my neck
Till I spit up the wreck
A bloody mess Wrapped up in raven black hair
And dead skin Behold! A childhood tainted in sin
That child of ten restless autumns
Years that now seems but long hours
That child with the heaviest of burdens
A persecution that he must bear alone
The infant Born with the translucent mark
The creature Discards sunbeams for the dark
The scabs on Vincent's back
Will soon be forgotten scars
Into the pit outside Jerusalem
He cast his halo and stars
MUSAMUSA7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Gece mesaisi bundan iyi vallahi. Böyle güneş alnına alnına vurdukça aklı uyuşuyor insanın. Dikkatli olmak gerek. Saat daha beş. Demek sekiz saati gitti, kaldı beş saat. Güneş döner birazdan. Hele az daha sık dişini Musa. Hey gidi babayiğit Musa! 15 saat be! 15 saat tıkır tıkır. Herkes yapamaz bunu. Beş saatten sonra esnemeye başlarlar. Ondan sonra hooop! Aşağıda alırsın soluğu. Zor iş oğlum bunlar. Herkes kalkamaz altından. Kuvvet gerek. Metanet gerek. Biz bilmez miyiz evde yan gelip yatmayı? Biz bilmez miyiz günde anca dokuz saat çalışmayı? Kızın ameliyatı bir olsun, ben de dokuz saat çalışacağım günde. Kızın, hanımın yüzünü göremiyorum. Ben gidince onlar yatmış oluyor. Olsun olsun. Onlar
Patched Up HeavenIt wouldn't matter if the sky was painted onPatched Up Heaven10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dead of day, amidst shades of grey
or if the stars were backlit punctures,
each a bulb with bright intentions—
It wouldn't matter if the grass was
verdant paper, dyed green and shredded
or if the wind was simply circulated air
moved through fans as large as lies—
It wouldn't matter if peoples eyes were
little circles of colored cellophane, pasted on wrong
or if time was all tripped up
and wound backwards by springs and cogs—
If I have you,
this staple-strewn masquerade
becomes a patched up heaven.
The Closet - BlackRoseLaceOne night I was cleaning out my closetThe Closet - BlackRoseLace10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I came across a rainbow that had been long unnoticed.
Startled and confused, I shoved it into a drawer,
And taped it shut.
The drawer pulled at me night and day
Needing to be opened.
I continued cleaning,
Trying to find myself in the mess.
I realized that I'd seen myself around somewhere,
But I couldn't remember where I was.
Then one night the drawer sprung a leak
And the rainbow came seeping out.
And by the time it was finished,
I knew I had myself
And I was ready for the rest of the world to see me as well.
An Essay - MavyrkAn Essay - Mavyrk10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Abomination - An Afterthought"
A large portion of Christian society has decided that it is a sin to be homosexual. If you are one of those Christians, or if you are a homosexual being pressured by the wrongful mindset of some unwholesome Christians, read on.
Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination. Lev 18:22.
This is the phrase that is most often said by anti-gay Christians. Let's look at this in another bible (this is the King James', which is notorious for having particularly shady and self-serving lingo).
Don't have sex with a man as one does with a woman. That is abhorrent.
It seems as though you should not engage in vaginal intercourse with another man. All right, all clear there!
The whole of Leviticus deals with rituals and cleanliness. Let's take a look at a few other of Leviticus' quotes.
Also thou shalt not approach unto a woman to uncover her nakedness, as long as she is put apart for her uncleanness.<
Old RadioWatching from my 5th story apartment, I can see the crowd losing its head; swallowing up the police barricades with ridiculous ease. The passion moving through these people, pulling their bodies round and round while pushing ever forward snatches my breath away and I lean on the window, loosening my forgotten tie and collared work shirt with a slightly trembling hand.Old Radio10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking closely, I can see people I have had drinks with, people I have fist-fought with as well as people I have made love to, all rushing up to meet this meaningful destruction head on. With this, my heart prods quietly; just why am I not there with them? It brings on the feeling that you get when you wake up to an old song you love on the radio- that fond regret that reaches down and tugs on your roots. The kind of feeling that while you're laying there with sleep-heavy limbs and a bleary-eyes perception, your ears can remember just what the notes sounded like when they set you in motion and your heart tenderly stumble
A Room With A ViewThese spent sidewalks holding pools of atmosphereA Room With A View10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their blacktop grasp are miserable alive
Step by step,
breath by breath,
they are staring up,
gasping beneath my feet
(The memories here are plastic,)
(the cars are stones)
(and the people are old negatives.)
Running, muscles pull tight,
I am stumbling through these reflecting pools,
ozone clinging to my heels,
white clouds stuck to my shoelaces
and viscous blue soaks the cuffs of my jeans.
Gradually the sidewalk gives way to thunderheads
the god memorandumthe god memorandum11 years ago in Open More Like This
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
Through Space to NothingThrough Space to Nothing12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through Space to Nothing
It's amazing, like the first time at the playground.
And the slide seems so tall,
but I have to get to the top of it,
so I look around, to see if any one is watching,
and it seems like every one is watching.
That can't stop my mission,
so I climb all the way to the top,
fully expecting to take days to admire the swings
from this new found angle,
but the ground calls my name.
the pavement opens, and its tongue allows all the letters
to flow out, sounding remarkably like my mom.
Wind lets the sound float away so slowly
my name lingers and I finally take the proper sliding position.
I have to take one last glance, to absorb the moment,
and a breath to fully take in the experience.
The air feels like religion.
Like I have found what I need
to wake up in the morning
and not only shower
but to desire the cleanliness.
Windows are a blessing.
The gray of everything in here
gets separated out there.
Into a marvelous black
Story of a TreeStory of a Tree5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Story of a Tree
(based on the image "Many Stories of a Tree" by Rezzan
Once upon a time there was a village, and in the village lived a man.
The man had a small property, a hut, located on a very distant corner of the village.
This man had been a very helpful member of the community, and also a hero.
But now, he was very sad. Every night when he sat near the fireplace he remembered happier times, when his wife and his two children shared the warmth of the fire, and laughter and love filled their home.
He remembered how -if it was not too cold or snowing too heavyly they'd climb a nearby hill. They would always bring water with them for a beautiful wild plant that bloomed all year long. It had dozens of gorgeous purple flowers that made his wife and daughter clap their hands and smile in delight. His wife always took some home when they left, to put them in a vase in the center of the dining table. She thought that these flowers protected their home and he tho
Three AM AcheAt hours like these, I can't help but think of her;Three AM Ache10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
three a.m., roughly a heartbeat or two past.
I can't help but recall the feeling
of her head on my shoulder, her breath at my neck
while I lay wondering, nearly brooding.
How did she come to be
nearly so close to me?
Was it smart to let her
so far in; to open myself
and let this all begin once more?
I find it not nearly as hard
as I would expect to accept
the fact that I had an idea; a tiny
spark of intuition
telling me she'd crush me out
like an insignificant, routine smoking cherry
against the heel of her sneaker.
Seems as though Im beginning to help it;
the more I give this time to turn
over and over in my head,
the more time it has to loose its
sting, its smoldering heat.
For now, for now i know it seems
that three am will never be the same;
but moments will go by, impassibly marching and
early morning will come again and again and
eventually the feeling of her skin will pass
beneath my fingers and the patterns of her
Flying HomeFlying Home8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesnt take
To fly home to you.
It takes imagination,
And a strong pair of arms.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Siir Yarismasi - 1Gene sallıyoruz dersiSiir Yarismasi - 18 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sabah sabah bu ne headbangi
Rock dinleyen yok içerde
Oy oy Mahir'im
Anlat kendi kendine
Ne defter var ne kitap
Tabiî ki rockbardayız
Oy oy Tomak'ım
Sana headbang yaparım
Yoksa lezbiyen misin
Oy oy Müjgan'ım
Ben çok gothic bir kızım
Bu sabah cd aldım
Tarzı rock dediler bana
Dinledim bütün gece
Oy oy bu nebiye
Arabesk rock olmaz bi kere
Bu sabah içtim bi fıçı bira
Çok azdırdı beni
Rock barda mı sabahladın
Oy oy Yusuf'um
Yine mi sarhoş oldun
Karizma ve disiplin
Oy oy Seçkin'im
Hiç durmadan headbang yapıcam
Matematik yine bir
Oy oy Keyif'im
Yine mi senin dersin
AkmakSadece yaşamak aklındakiAkmak9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cam buğusu -kimlerin parmakları
Sadece yaşamak düşüncelerinde
Önünü görmeyen bir fener
Siste saklanmaya çalışan çınar ağaçları
Kara yabancı bir karabatak
Buğulu parmakların arasında bir tezene
Tezenenin yaslandığı cura
Ve curayla yaşlanan gözler
-yaşlanan bir insan
Riva Deresi'nde bir sandal
Yalnız bir insan