The machine like murmurs in my head after a long stretch of nothingness I’ve been productive, my hands said Not as much as I, the feet digress.

İçimdeki akan enerjiyi bir anlatabilsem sana, uçacağız seninle her yer kolaylık bana, o kadar benimsemişim ki özlediğim seni Ben ben değil, Seninle olmuşum deli

Energy flows, and passion sparks.

Every idea starts with a spark, the spark following another and another.

A chain of reactions, a fragment of imagination.

Like a electrical line, thin but full of energy. Strong yet weak at the same time.

It’s a choice to turn the spark of the passion, into a wave of electricity.

An homage to Walter de La Mere’s ‘The Listeners’

“Is there anybody there?” heard the Listeners, ears pressed to the moonlit door.

As the Traveller’s feet shifted forward, on the forest’s ferny floor.

And the Listeners remembered when they too, felt the mossy Earth beneath their toes,

Where they once travelled, sought out help, in this still, lonely house of woes.

And the Traveller smote upon the door a second time, but the Listeners could only respond

With their stillness, their silence, their lost connection to the world where they no longer belonged.

And the Traveller looked up to the turret, above the Listeners’ heads,

Wher for a moment one soul thought the man caught his eye, had broken through to the land of the dead.

But a bird flew up out of the turret, and the Listeners’ hope fell softly by,

Like tears that were sweetly melting, into the starred and leafy sky.

So the Listeners went back to their sleeping, where their curse could cause them no pain,

Yet the Traveller suddenly shouted, “Tell them I kept my word- I came!”

The Listeners turned back into the darkness, and smiled at the words he did spake,

For the Listeners did not wish to share their strange fate, with the one man left awake.

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.

He tugged the cord The umbilical doom, And laughed through tears As the bad stuff gushed, Sloshing over and down On something that used to be a rabbit.

White fur tossed Like experimental salad, Brain matter ceasing to matter With each explosion, Until perfection remained Perched in a fresh crimson mess.

“It’s beautiful!” he gasped.

“Kill me...” it gurgled.

Have you ever felt that feeling; a feeling words can't desire to say. The blood that runs through your veins at a speed that light can’t beat. It’s dark but some how you can see. See that you have no control, but all of it at the same time. Contradicting That phantom urge to end a life or idea of one. Striking of a fist, sparks interest to unknown surge. It’s not anxiety. It’s not panic. It’s not sadness nor depression. It is being unhappy, joyfullybroken rage. A fire that burns with only oxygen. Is power hidden within walls, misunderstanding trials, trauma and love. This energy is unknown to most. It’s a power that breaks you.Theres no cure. It doesn’t go away, it control of your everlasting body. It makes you peasant in the box that you can’t do anything about but it’s contradicting.

Beneath the vast, eternal sky, Where whispers of the past do lie, There's a stillness in the air, A sense of those no longer there.

They whisper to us through the winds soft sigh, Rustling the trees as they pass us by. Under the twilight's ember glow, Their fond memories gently flow.

In dreams, they come, a fleeting sight, A comforting presence in the night. They leave us signs, now and then, A reminder they're with us, again and again.

They are the echoes in the stream, The guiding stars that softly beam. In every moment of quiet grace, Their love's reflection, we can trace.

They are with us when the rain does fall, The guiding hands that steady us all. In every sunset, so serene, They are there, a force unseen. So let us hold them close in heart, Though from this world they did depart. Their journey's not an end, but start, In us, they live, never to part.

I sit down for a minute A minute turns into hours Been scrolling and scrolling until I go cross eyed. This person has cool hobbies, This one is pretty. Someone else is funny, Another is talented. Why do I keep scrolling, letting myself be tormented. Let out a sigh. Ignore all the calls. Just keep scrolling and you’ll be fine. This person can knit, This one can sew, Another is a cosplayer, I could probably do all of this, But instead i just sit. scrolling. Scrolling. SCROLLING. Scrolling until the end. Wanting the end sooner. Better than wasting my life. I need to get up. I need to eat. Just a little more scrolling, Then I’ll go cook. As long as a little is a synonym for lots. What time is it? 11 at night? I sat down at 2! I’ve been scrolling for hours. I need to just stop. Just scroll a bit more. Scrolling and scrolling ‘til I’m just a corpse.

You attract me like magnets You’re dark clouds and a storm And I’m the rainbow after, its tragic And we fell in love but what for

My teachers always told me Opposite attract Like the north and south pole Its always been that way, its a fact

Dark feminity and barbie The way your arm feels around me Its a freeing feeling so heavenly I can’t hear your name without seeing

You in my bedroom Staring at me with a prize “I won this for you” Its hard for me to love but, I’ll try

I don’t want you to leave Stay up with me watching scary movies Baby please stay please Please let me see

Hold me while watching scary movies I’m not actually scared I just want you to hold me Please dont leave me alone

You attarct me like magnets Please stay We’re end game, its just science Please stay here with me

Why do I just feel so low? It’s as if I’m living, but it’s the worst version of myself. If I were a night I would be one with no stars. If I were a day I would be a cold one in November. I try to put on that pretty smile. And so I paint myself with makeup and put on my best outfit. The truth however is, I am dying inside Slowly losing my energy.