I was always the lover,
never the "loved"
always the "healer",
never the "healed";
always the "artist"
never the "muse"
I was always the "writer"
but never the "poem".
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I was always the lover,
never the "loved"
always the "healer",
never the "healed";
always the "artist"
never the "muse"
I was always the "writer"
but never the "poem".
my two feet taking me to the ocean shore
but why, i can't get down this ride
This merry go round, I come back to you again and again
A broken roller coaster, this pain is all I have
I try, over and over again
I can't go down, this ride won't slow down
This Merry Go round, a thoroughfare of every misery I've lived
Maybe, finding you is the curse I've to live with
This Merry go round, this is my cemetery
A little poem, inspired by "Merry Go Round" — a track from BTS' latest album "arirang" ❤️
— love, left away to wither : a poem to be read as a conversation
so much anger, too much love
every nerve in our body pulsates with the heavy stream of sorrow and happiness,
no the one to be shaped but, the one who shapes this world with every breath we take
we are women, with all our agony
women, because we carry even deeper amount of love, joy, care and happiness
this world is a garden of all the things we once lived, we live and will continue to live.
An altar for every breath we take and make this world turn into a home.
Happy women's day to all my ladies, this world exists because YOU exist. Thankyou for fighting, for standing up, for never bowing down, thankyou for trying — even when you were tired to your soul. Being a woman is the eternal joy of my life and I'll never be ashamed of who I am today, who I once was and who I'll become in the future ❤️
with every caress of our skin,
your hands holding mine in a gentle grip
a serene reminder of the love we share,
with our fingers intertwined together like our souls
let's dance this tango of forever together
Pour toujours toi et moi,
it's us for life.
with every caress of our skin,
your hands holding mine in a gentle grip
a serene reminder of the love we share,
with fingers intertwined together like our souls
let's dance this tango of forever together
Pour toujours toi et moi,
it's us for life.
also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
must I say,
humans are shallow beings — empty to the very core, like a vessel empty of every single drop of water that it'd carried before.
Or,
Dare I say,
the soul of an empty being is the home to every and any piece of emotion — moulding it into someone or something that we call as a person.
must I say,
humans are shallow beings — empty to the very core, like a vessel empty of every single drop of water that it'd carried before.
Or,
Dare I say,
the soul of an empty being is the home to every and any piece of emotion — moulding it into someone or something that we call as a person.
“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”
….
I am nothing but a vessel, with every soul I dance the tango of life with — fill me up with something pristine as they march away.
I english they say " I would've waited forever for you " but in poetry we say —
"the gates to heaven were closed for a sinner like me, if loving you makes me the devil — I am ready to set my soul ablaze"
In english they say "I would've waited forever" but in poetry we say,
"I am a moth, you're the flame; even if burn — I'lI burn in your embrace"
If it were for me Benim tek gerçek aşkım , I'll bleed everyday just to write letters in your name
If it were for me Benim tek gerçek aşkım , I'll bleed everyday just to write letters in your name