Martines

Well, hello there. Our name is Martines. We have been asking people to call us as ‘Martines’ since we got to know real us. Because the real us that we have been know is turned out to be mowed, written us. Always feeling but never taking action. We are; now, Martines. Yup, I bet you are wondering how did we get here and of course we have some excuses. And this blog, will be our excuses. Cheers!

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[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

When the war is over. When the art saved the world. You and i we will make love on Shakespeare's sonets.

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

When will I able to understand your not liking me the way I like you? It’s like I know every fucking thing about you from daydream to nightmare but there is one thing that I am not able to catch. That is your feelings about me. Not even a clue I have. Just blank. Like my soul.

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

All i want was a friend who's gonna tell me that everything will be okay but instead i found myself getting drunk on Amy Winehouse's songs.

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

And then one morning, I woke up. Suddenly, my whole world was falling down on me. It was pretty cruel. I found the thing i had been running away was right in front of me. We were face to face. And believe or not, we still are. And I am still miserably watching ‘the spot’ I insistently denying to see what it brings or takes from me. The nightmare i never wanted.

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

I can see the way you look at her my love. Like your world is crushing down and she is the only thing can save you.

I can understand why you choose her.

If i were you i would choose her too.

She is simple yet stunning.

And i'm a thunderstorm born to be destroy every good thing.

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

read a poem to me

when he came

i remember

cold as a welldigger's ears

almost february

i was lost in your voice

but you were going to find me

unexpectedly

ran away

never looked back

then lefted again

hot as a hell

middle of july

you and i were

both forever young

read a poem to me

for the last time

ran away

through eternity

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

I know it was just a one night but i can't forget you.

The way you talk, the way you smile.

I know it was just a late night talk but i can't forget your intimacy.

The look in your deep blue eyes while you are talking.

I know it was just a one night but i can't unlove you.

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

As I look upon an empty room’s ice cold window, I remembered that I couldn’t forget 2012’s, when we first et. Even a minute. How could I forget conversation and realization of us, as a human beings and lovers? Those were the brightest days of my entire life, my entire existence. I remembered that I couldn’t forget 2016’s, when we had our first sleep without saying nighty-night. I got one and half year of meaningless. I blamed myslef everytime i woke up, blinked and breathed. Those were the darkest days of my entire life, my entire existence. Then, I found you again. My other half, glamorous soulmate. Today, we are heading to 2018’s about which you said might be our new 2012’s. But I think that, it might be not. Maybe, this is going to be the most promising start of our entire existence. As a better half.

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

I left the city. I got drunk. I danced with French guys. I wasted all my summer nights. But nothing filled the emptiness you left in me.

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

nazim were mad at me

he said on the phone

‘cuz i talked about love

even though it didn’t fall on me

he’d definitely loved to

spit on my empty words

if he could just walked away from

his sinful grave

i’m more likely to dive in bad nights

he added

if i keep scared of love in this way

then he hanged up on me

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

His voice was made of lullabies

His eyes were made of stars

His smile was made of sun

And along these things i couldnt help myself except falling in love with him

-Maggie Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

Hell is something you carry on with you. Not somewhere you go. I guess this is why you are a part of me. You are the devil. Devil in me, hell is made of you.

-Murphy Martines

[yourlocaltrashmartines-blog]

Everybody keep asking me why i like summer this much. I'm just telling them that i love the sea and the sleepless nights. But i can't tell them how much i miss you and how much summer reminded me of you. You were my summer, you were keeping me hot. Your voice was like the sea. You were my afternoon strawberry lemonade on those hot summer days and now you're gone and i'm thirsty, thirsty to you.

-Maggie Martines