when all is gone,
and nothings in sight,
but black silhouettes,
of trees in the night,
the care beer bears,
without any cares,
and without any pants.
In Your EyesIn your eyes I see forever,
In your arms I feel complete,
In your presence I am never,
Short one puzzle piece.
In your eyes I see love,
In your arms I feel care,
In your presence I think of,
The little things like your soft hair.
In your eyes I see eternity,
In your arms I feel so great,
In your presence and serenity,
Til I see you again, I just can't wait.
In my heart I know forever,
In my soul I am complete,
In every way I am now better,
Because of how you love me.
MemoriesSo many memories,
so many times we had,
our past will forever be,
the memories that last.
So many moments,
so many good times,
im so glad when im holding you,
and looking in your eyes.
So many poems,
and sonnets confessing love,
the one I think of every day,
the one that I dream of.
So many memories,
and through the good and bad,
our past will forever be,
the memories that last.
The CanvasPaper, the canvas,
for the poet,
empty, but with a capacity,
for great writings,
with words we paint scenes,
we show beauty and love,
we show all we think of,
we show things that are great,
but small to the world,
still big in our minds,
our hearts wirte the words,
the canvas blank,
theres no hesitaions,
holding back of temptations,
so dip your brush,
into the color of poetry,
paint a picture,
for everyone to see.
As We Lay TogetherAs we lay together in the grass,
and dream of sleeping on clouds,
under the cerulean sky,
the birds start to sing our song,
we're the only two out here,
and all that matters is you,
all leaves my mind but you,
laying here beside me,
I have my arm around you,
for its with you I share this love,
this love that has come forth,
this love that is so great,
its the best thing thats happened to me,
i close my eyes and picture you,
staring into my eyes and i smile,
you smile back and giggle a little,
i grasp your hand tightly,
and drift off again,
a dream within itself,
but a beautiful one at that.
if nothing more
If Nothing More
if nothing more,
is a sea of words,
washed up on shore.
it shows the beauty,
and close up view,
and hatred too.
so open your soul,
and listen up,
it gives out more,
than would fill your cup.
but does it end,
or does it stop,
has no clock.
is so much more,
than words could express,
or dare to score.
he made me cry long hoursI think the man who opened
the Starbucks door for me today
knew that I was broken. I think,
as he rushed to get the door
before I got there, he knew
my arms would snap off if I tried
to open it myself. I think he saw
something crooked behind my
straight teeth. I think crying
is my job and a day without bawling
my eyes out is a fucking holiday.
just so you know, I've learned how
love works: it's you doing nothing
and that meaning everything to me;
it's me doing everything and that
meaning nothing to you. we're broken,
you know. like a song on repeat, I've tried
countless times to fix us. I even volunteered
to be a janitor to sweep up all the pieces.
but I can't fix something that you broke. so
will you just leave me alone already? I'm not-
look closely, I have 34 syllables just for you:
my lips can't speak so
I settle with the open-
ing of hips instead.
I am begging you
to please be careful when you
pull off my tight pants.
I have mailed the notes-to-self
to my eye sockets, the ones tha
A True Failure?Watch him run,
Watch him fall,
Watch him land on the ruins that were his life before.
Ever seen a true failure?
As they sink to the ground..
Taking his head in his weakened, glory stained hands,
The shattering ran through him,
Flooding his walls,
Knocking down doors
Till he quivered and screamed for no more.
The pain unbearable,
He drops to the floor,
His wound so deep, but never seen, so sore.
He picked up his ruins,
Stumbled and soared,
Picking up the pieces,
So heavy they made him fall.
No time to linger,
His tears of pain, sting, so bitter.
Forward just a little more,
Forward, he sees just a little more,
Watch him walk,
Watch him run,
You'll never see him fall, once more.
Everything he ripped apart, the things he thought were out of sight,
Slowly reached his mending heart,
As he fought for more.
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent
Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable
The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame
Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity
Simdi Bir Yerlerde
"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"
ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDE
Şimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlar
Şimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyor
Sazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyor
Kumsallarda toprağa değiyor ay
Güneşin hatırasına sarılıyor
Çoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyor
Şimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyor
Kimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyor
Mandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor inekler
Çeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesi
Derinlerinde tane tane inciler
Derinlerinde bir tok toprak
Çeltiklere varamayan sular
Doyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanları
Kovana dolar gibi
Şehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıkları
You make me cry. : Why?You make me smile,
You make me laugh,
You make me cry.
I make you cry?
Yes, you do.
Because of my heart.
Does it hurt?
It weighs me down everyday.
Then why acknowledge me?
Because it's full of love for you.
to cry and be heldhe's awake and he's cold and he's
crying in my arms, whispering songs
singing the sound of the rain into my ear
tears are falling on our cheeks
our skin swallowing the water
we are naked and calm
beneath the cinnamon tree
our skin cracking as its leaves land in our hair
holding dry leaves in our hands
holding them to our hearts
he's kissing my shoulder
the wind blowing my hair
onto his spine
my skin is bruised and cold
but he holds me as my eyes cry
into his heart, soaking the leaves
our bodies drifting and fading
into sleep, the leaves awakening
our skin cold and dry- the leaves alive
if the leaves were our hearts
blowing in and out of the wind
landing in our lover's hair
soaking up our lover's tears
falling asleep and awakening
with the seasons
good enoughhe writes:
here i am, three funerals and two overdoses later.
my insomnia is filled with nightmares and i’m getting tired.
my self-induced torture is never enough.
sometimes i steal my aunt's car and drive until i’m lost.
it feels like there are moths in my ribcage and they’re trying to eat at my heart.
it feels like i’m walking on broken glass with bare feet.
i bleed and it burns.
his cigarette is lit with a dim orange glow as he inhales
he carries around the faint scent of marlboros and doesn’t bother trying to hide it.
sometimes he just sits there with his fingers curled around a new bottle of beer.
sometimes his coffee-eyes glaze over, causing me to worry.
i am sitting on my unmade bed, looking out the finger-stained window, watching clouds roll over skies.
my mind is set to grayscale and i forget how to breathe.
i’m so full of mistakes.
she is an empty, white canvas and i am just black paint, corrupting her
MorphineMy tongue swells like a gallows
and sticks to the roof of
my mouth each time I say deliverance.
The doctor says it is only
temporary and that I will
get over it in time.
Some mornings I wake up as a
poet - a random man of bones
and meat, clattering down the
sidewalks, hardly breathing
and afraid to move too quickly.
Once I fried an egg on the battery
of my car because I wanted to
see the summer heat rise up
like angels and tangle in the
power lines, knowing I am God's annointed.
The nurse says it's ridiculous,
that I should know better
that morphine will not kill me
and I can still step on cracks
without the world slipping through
but I won't get caught like last time
because crucifixion is a bitch
and I have nothing left
inside my pockets
for you to taste.
ten things i miss about us.10.
i miss you hugging me and holding me tight to your body. the way you read over my shoulder and how you would pull one million hot air balloon strings just to sit next to me in class.
i miss the way you would smile at me.
i miss how when i came to class crying you would ask me whats wrong and i knew that you actually cared. the concern in your eyes took me where i knew i wanted to be.
the way your eyes would shine when i walked into the room.
i miss talking about the future us. how you were going to ask me out to dinner one day and how you never wanted to let me go.
the way you smelled so good you could taste it. just so you know, you tasted like sunsets and skyscraper mountains and beautiful unbroken dreams.
i miss the text message you sent me at quarter past one. my mom told me it was too late to be texting but i didn't care, because that was the night you told me i was beautiful.
i miss the games of twenty questions. sometimes they were over the line b