Full Circle

Life has come to a full circle in this city of dreams. A year, gone in a moment, feels like a lifetime. Trapped in shackles of routine, I often rebel for the memories I’d made and cherish which I couldn’t in time. Isn’t it funny we all act often too late? Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow…

Resemblance

Universe. Observing you. Showing you signs on every step you take. Wanting you to follow your path it designed for you. But never really telling what it is you must do. Universe. It must be a woman. .

The Idea Of You – IV

The idea to loop you in my head like Pythagoras’ theorem I never forget. Sting you with constant sarcasm because that’s what you get. Invite you to sleep-over and roll you in the sheets so you cannot move. Push you to the edge, make you topple from bed because I’m really mad. Watch you scream…

Game

Let us play an innocent game. I’ll start with calling you dumbo. You can call me any name. Send me texts. Ask me anything. I’ll read but won’t reply. Don’t ask why. Wish me birthday. Send me flowers. Then watch me online for hours. I can be busy, try to understand. Get offended but don’t…

Iceberg

I am romanticized as modern-day hot blond from chick romantic comedies. I am (as sarcastic as) butt-throbbing (spankings). I am characterized as sweet & delicate cotton-candies, and visualized to lick lollipops. (I turn people into stones.) They (don’t) know me (yet). I am recognized by my thighs and my bosom. I get people high (then…

Mutant

I carry sculptures of the lovers upon my lips. Like a looping song inside my head whose penultimate lines I cannot recall. Like writing on the wall. No one could mend me when they really tried. I changed when they opted to go and I let them. They thought I was cold like a serpent….

Discrete

I walk counting pebbles. I’m discrete so my shadow is not strangled. I’m not really a fan of locking eyes. When I do, I end-up locking horns. No one has the capacity to dismantle me. My own expectations are enough. I’m cursed for I see-through. I’m cursed for I say truth. I’m doomed for no…

All of us

Sometimes we do things for people we like them to do for us like a soft signal of what we enjoy and really want them do back. Then sometimes we lose our fucking minds and do stuffs we hate happening to ourselves just because things didn’t happen as we’d planned. In all of this we…

Yin/Yang

I’m your best friend. I’m your worst enemy. I’m your trump card. I’m your lost bet. I’m scrambled pages. I’m smudged ink. I’m your best poem you threw in the trash. I’m the story you’ve forgotten about. I am the idea yet to be born in your head. I’m dead sea. I’m a rogue meteoroid….

Selfportrait

I inherit deadness from dead dreams. My soul was tormented. I am a mannequin stocked with blood and bones. My reality is shaped by thunders. I don’t laugh on same joke twice. I don’t feel same pain again. My life, just like yours, had abundance. I’m a man made of blunders. I sink in the…

Team

Lift the planet on our hands, place in the center of our dreams, we can move the moon and mountains, we can change the pattern of streams. Push by the tip of our fingers, we can revolve them like the love of teens. We can do unimaginable, we can do wonders, only if we’re a…

Shell of a woman

She’s nectar and a poisonous vector. She loves to kill; she kills for love. She’s offended by charming people. She’s a devil in the shell of a woman. She sees people naked for what they truly are. She wants naked, wounded souls in her arms. Touch of her tongue is like thousand tiny needles. She’s…

Cycle

I’ve been there. Underneath your clothes. Our bodies wrapped in our fluids, as close as could be possible in physical realm but diving even deeper into the depths of unknown spirituality like voyager 1. I’ve felt your soft places getting hard to my touch and the hardest parts softening at once. I’ve loved you over…

Open Up

Strange things are happening. I feel I’m drifting toward OCD a bit more. Or is it just the repercussions of getting older? I’m trying really hard to not to be a part of social compulsions but since everyone around is so dripping in it, I cannot help but feel it is me who is odd….

speed of shamelessness

Deep in her heart the ache won’t stop. It groans. It moans. It threatens to pop. Over her head ghosts keep circling. She tries to fight despite her knees trembling. but the horror encapsulating her cannot be escaped. Underneath her skin a herd of neurons collide. They trip. They topple. They fall from all sides….

As fuck

Remember the lonely nights when we were sad and naked in our little tarnished worlds that had just one life-form– us. Chocking on cigarettes, soaking in whisky, horny and angry and audacious to burn the whole sky down but vulnerable enough to succumb even to a fake hug. We needed just a little love when…