Saturday, August 31, 2024
autumn
Thursday, August 29, 2024
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
To myself
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
I miss something that I don't know
I just called my mom
and heard about that my grandad is sick
He can't walk anymore
He couldn't hear properly for a while
But since I moved from Turkey to Norway
He got worse
It's just very sad that I will never know who he was
What songs he liked if he even listened to music
He is 90 years old
I may never know
what he liked to wear
what kind of food he just loved to eat
I may never hear it from him
I will never know how his childhood was
what kind of dreams he had for his future
How he was as a child
Why he was so hard on his children
And why he never let go of my mom
Why he chose to be a police officer
I will never hear about his university memories
I may never hug him ever again
I don't really feel anything because I wasn't very near him
We did live near them but I was just a rebel teen at the time
I wouldn't listen to my mom who would want me to go visit them
I do OF COURSE regret but I was just a teen
Now I may never see him alive again
I feel terrible
have been crying for an hour
But I don't even know if seeing him would change anything
I have a new different life here
And they are like,... it's as if the time stopped there...
They are the older generation
I can't understand them and neither can they
But I love them
If I am a little bit smart
It is because of him and my dad
Both of them are smart men
I really don't know what I'm feeling
It's like losing something you could've had
But if it was never yours, what's the point of being blue?
I don't know
I guess my heart is rather blue
than red...
Saturday, August 17, 2024
Friday, August 16, 2024
Oh to be in love with a poet!
Oh? How is it to be loved by a poet? you ask.
Well. Maybe she won't scream "I love you"
but she will write her guts out to the world
She will observe every little detail about you
She will love you, with your flaws and all
You will be surprised and ask yourself
"do I deserve her?" and the right answer is
"If she is writing about you, you deserve her!"
Because poets won't fall in love with normal people
She will fall in love with the one who is deep
Very deep, and dark. Like the Pacific Ocean
You deserve her if she writes about you
'Cause from all of the people she chose you
She chose your hazy-looking prehnite eyes
She chose your opinions and your perspective
she chose your way of doing things
while she always does what she wants herself
Oh to be loved by a poet!
That passion, that romanticism, that hearth
It is very rare, and if you catch it
Hold on as long as you can
Because even if she dies
You will never die
You will live in her poetry
You will hide in her words, in her world
You won't be forgotten very easily
If she LOVES you with HER HEART¨
You will know it from the way she writes
it will be a unique and timeless romance
'Cause in her heart you will always have a place
Wednesday, August 7, 2024
I've come to realize something
I really don't know what love is
'Cause all my life I've been
in love with the tiniest things
Like a little girl's sweet smile
like a boy's generosity
like a lady's help for an old women
and the old women's smile back at her
like a bird singing like she is in a choir
or a cat's sudden look at me
like the rain's sound and earthy smell
or a cloudy day's laziness
like the sunny day's memories
like a girl's dancing to a song
like a boy's look at me in the eyes
like sweet and soft hugs
like lovers look at each other
like a woman on a balcony
drinking coffee and watching around
like a little cute laugh of a boy
like the bus drivers waving
to another bus driver
like everyone who is themselves
without anything that stops them
when in reality there are obstacles
but they are mentally brave enough to fight them
for me,
love is in everyone I've seen
and in every place I've been
I always felt and still feel like
I left some part of me
in everyone I've seen
and in every place I've been
But I've come to realize that
I also found myself in them
That's why I think love
is everywhere
but only people who are brave enough to feel it
can see and find it
Maybe I am just not brave enough anymore.
Friday, August 2, 2024
alone
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