Love or Narcisism

Very difficult to choose in between
Hands tight, fantasies bounded
On my neck, a heart attack
Beating up. no soul hurts so much

I can't choose in between loving you
Or being in love by a value
Give me a price for
All the sources of capacity
And I leave, immediately

It's a curse to repeat art
Against to the form of creation
So if you have already loved
An unfinished boundation
It's a curse to repeat art
Against to the nature of creation

Very difficult to choose in between
To move on, or go back
A heart attack, makes tight
No soul hurts so much being bounded to
Love or narcisism

lost date- something early 2016

Care and Denial

What I mind in this life?

Is it a feller? is it a gun?

Is it the worry, the beauty

Of all the pieces of mine?

I don't care the pleasure

And the eye of a stranger in mirror

I look at my disguise

Not pretending over

All the working wellness in people

Fed by sickness, obsessions

Of non-ugly-ness, effort, I can't bare

To become any better

Be a selected muffin

With the perfect crunchy coco top

Don't let your juice dry

Without getting the expensive coffin

And my ego swims in this water

With the highest pleasure

Doing nothing for

Either beauty or the pleasure

A beast, must deal with pity

How to become so ugly?

And to live by that hunger

Fed by the love of another

13 eylül 2016

Geriye doğru

Bir poşete sığdı yoksulluğum

Ne kadar yol yordam bildiğim

Biz böyle gördük diye 

Hissettim ve yola koyuldum

Eve gelirken elimde bir yürek

Pis boğazın barajından geçmişim

Gönlüm aç, karnım tok

Yine yanımda istediğim yok

Polonyalılar laf atında

Dokunulmaz düşlerim acıyor

Özlem uçuşuyor yolculuklarda

Bekleyenim var gelenim yok

29 temmuz 2016

22 temmuz 2015

Şiirlerim bitmiş yeni bir dile baktığımda
Bir insan için daha konuştuğum
Unuttum herşeyi dedim
Ve o şairi okudum

Yazamayışını koymuşlar tek kitabına
Nasıl hayran kaldım şairliğine
1940'larda yaşayan adamın

Ona sorsak halbuki
En az benim kadar siktir-i-boktan hissetti
Ömür boyu

Yazamıyordu

mirror

a film between this window and outside
my vomit of inner world is reflected
can air come strong through the bottom of my eyes as above?

I bite an orange with it's skin
bitter juice of experience
taste, reflection and duty
overwhelmed procedure of doing it
I wash my face

--

I read myself
bleed is an ointment to heal of fatal disaster
I prevent through the mirror
the I and the self