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Mountain Wind by Umit Yasar Oguzcan

There was also falling apart from you in my destiny

To be honest, I never thought of this before..

Before I knew you

And before I loved you, crazy like this

I used to say loneliness is good

Pack up, and get away from this city

Towards the mountains where you see like a line in the horizon

Go to the seas where the winds carry iodine smell

I used to say, go as far as you can

However, I understood that it is impossible to escape from you

I understood that it is impossible to endure your absence even for one day.

I didn’t know this.

I am trying to endure it anyway

I pick a wild flower that looks like your eyes

I call the clouds passing by, thinking that they are your hands

Whenever the wind brings a nice smell

I console myself saying that it has caressed your hair and come to me

Living another time with you

Living you at another time

You, before everything

Definitely you

Undoubtedly you

You can be far away

You can be by my side

It is enough that you exist in this time

That is enough, even if I don’t exist

I am winding you up a woollen ball since years

You never come to an end

It is obvious as day that I am helpless

What flows from the fountains as water is your beauty

Your kindness is the light falling on my face

You, as warm as the sun

As real as the nature

You, the reason of flowers growing in gardens

Higher than the water, the air, the sun

You, the only love inside me

You, the only light that I can see

Take a breath for me

Don’t leave me airless

Look at the clouds, the skies also for me

If I say I am thirsty

You must drink a sip of water

If I get tired, you must sleep

My hands want to be loved

My hair wants to be caressed

My lips want to be kissed

You must understand.

Trees don’t have green any more

The sky lost the blue

These mountains aren’t those mountains

They don’t have the smell of thyme in the winds

Who is this desperate man

Whose are these red eyes

Sleepless for so many nights

With no day

With no night

No

No

I understood

It is impossible to live without you in this world

It is impossible.

Category:

Literature, Turkish

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You shot and I didn’t die by Ahmet Selcuk Ilhan

Don’t used to offend to springs with no flowers, while you were here 
To the rainy skies…these melancholic evenings 
While you were here 
Don’t used to look and sigh to train stations 
To bus stops… 
While you were here I don’t used to cry to ones get seperated 
Don’t used to get down after finished loves 
Don’t used to offend to the going ones 
Don’t used to feel pitty for the staying ones 
Don’t used to feel cold like that and shiver, while you were here 
Was innocent, like children 
Don’t used to get mad like that – dont used to swear 
At last I dont used to think of dying 
Now I am asking you 
If it is hell the name of this love 
You burnt me and didn’t I burn? 

In your absence, what fires I burnt with your yearning, though 
I couldn’t burn you, as you burnt me 
Like water in desert, days in prison, bread in fasting, I waited for you 
But you only put fears between us 
You put bans 
Don’t ever ask me where I am now… 
You called me and didn’t I come? 

You know 
To all your pains, I turned on ‘green light’, we couldn’t make it 
For all your fears, I was ‘back’, we couldn’t make it 
To the mountains, I put stairs, we couldn’t make it 
I was a snow in June, snowed in your palms, we couldn’t make it 
I loved, we couldn’t – I burnt, we couldn’t – I adored, we couldn’t 
Well then, I give up 
Cut the ticket of this love however you want 
Somehow you are going 
I know, go… 
Though after you 
A couple of crying eyes 
A heard ripped to shreds 
A ruined mountain, if you don’t want to see 
Hold your weapon – push to my back 
I am a coward if I shiver… 
You shot me and I didn’t die? 

Category:

Literature

Confession by Charles Bukowski

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

“Hank!”
Hank won’t
answer.

it’s not my death that
worries me, it’s my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

Category:

English, Literature

No Help For That by Charles Bukowski

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

a space

 

and even during the

best moments

and

the greatest

times

 

we will know it

 

we will know it

more than

ever

 

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

and

 

we will wait

and

wait

 

in that

space.

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Category:

English, Literature

For the Ones Who are Waiting by Umit Yasar Oguzcan

Whenever I hear some footsteps
I run to the door
To see if that’s you coming
Whenever I see some brown hair
I feel heart-broken
I feel like crying
Everything reminds me of you
Whenever I look at the sky
I see thousands of your eyes
Whenever wind touches my face
I can’t stop thinking of your hands
The smoke of all the cigarettes I burn resembles you
Whatever I eat
Whatever I drink
The taste reminds me of you
And this unbearable distress inside me
This matchless grief
Is because I am waiting for you

I can’t look at your picture any more
I am afraid to sleep
I am ashamed of all the furniture in my room
This sofa is still waiting for you to come and sit
This mirror is waiting for you to stand and watch your beauty
This glass is on the table just to be able to touch your lips

And the moment you come back
This clock can stop because of happiness
Time can go crazy
Because in my world
Immortality means to love you

A baby waits for birth
A deadly patient waits for death
Plants wait for rain and sun
A lonely woman waits to be loved
And think of this, a man,
With the hope and fear of all the ones waiting,
Waits for you
Like a man sentenced to death waiting for execution

Until you come back
My windows will be closed
Not to let the wind in
I won’t open the curtains any more
Not to let the daylight in
Then I will be heartsick
In this darkness, in this deep loneliness
And I will scream for days and nights
Where are you, where are you!

One day, you will come through this door
I know
This wait will come to an end sooner or later
Even if you come years later
Even if you come on the day I die
I will forget all this waiting, I will forget that I am dead
I will be happy like a child
I will get up, embrace you
And I will cry

Category:

Literature, Turkish