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 ...

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 no...

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 ...

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 co...

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...

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....