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POEM “Two”
She did sheAlwaysNever mindedWhat was thereInstead of herTo reach out for. Continue reading
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POEM “CONFESS”
After the massI shot a man.Crossed my mind to confessTo find again godly bless.Didn’t do itMy life away, I did threw it. Continue reading
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POEM “Really?”
Pure language of realismMakes a clean cut.Therefore I bleed furtherTherefore I bleed deeper.Then when reaching the end,With all the clues I gotAnd with the stanceThat I have not forgotI see anewWhat awaits me next. Continue reading
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POEM “Ticktock”
The clock said”It’s the future”I replied”How come?”It tried to explainBut it failedBecause the battery died.I tried to fix itBut the clock was friedSome might sayIt was a short circuit.”Better of without it,It just wasted space.”So I just threw it outTo notMy lifespan to shortcutWith it’s ticktocks of”Here I come!” Continue reading
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POEM “One Morning”
I woke up one morningThe washing machine grinded my brain to ashThe fridge did call my hunger via phonecallThe dishwasher spoke to the gasTo deal with it how to explode laterSo I went out of the houseTo stroll the morning streetsAt least the wind wasn’t loud- it just whispered to meA blow Of fresh air Continue reading
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POEM “Perpetual he”
He, gave it allTo feel lighter, to feel free.Can’t you, among yourselves, him see?Do you try or cry, when he’s around?Make no sound,That’s an commandNot to hurt his forever Mind.Android, he is…unbreakableLike lust, like desire.Perpetually he will streamUntill, all of his, you backRedeem. Continue reading
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POEM “She”
She had no love to giveSo she took.The other she, had it all intactSo gave it freelyTo all of Thee. Continue reading
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Poem “Something else we’ve done”
Cry me a nebula’cause the costOf what is with the deed lostIs what outrages me the mostBut let’s do the trickAnd have a toastFor it has comeBecause something else we’ve done. Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?… Continue reading
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FLASH FİCTİON “DİARY OF A SKELETON”
What are we skeletons for? Some say we were born this way. Apparently I was born this way, special. Because I remeber it clearly, something struck us from the sky. A rainbow? No. Probably a truck. For heavens sake it hurt. But ok – it was fine… Fine?! Maybe thirty years later, which I gather Continue reading
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