Sosyalsiginti’s Blog

Life is all surrounded by numbers

Primary school number

Secondary school number

University number

192398237493857

We forgot the names of the people

But we remember the number

Phone number

Home number

Fax number

09273487385743487

Love also has a number

First lover

Second husband

Third date ( leader)

129874983649837949218739821371827491837492874812641836198493847912873012938346387

But I miss letters.

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See, they are closer

They (should ) are sincere

They are in variety

Yes, I love poetry

It just soothes me with letters

It feeds my eyes with sincerity

And It does me really good

God!

Can you please transform me

Into poetry?

You move your lashes

You touch the spider-web

That covers all over me

It itches till my skin

gets bloodie…

—–

I am your prey at your net

When I feel in hell

Where goes my soul

into your eyes?

—-

Even you are miles away

My heart wrapped with your hands

Do not have room

to breathe deep

—–

Do not stay that far

While I am drying

Eat me as a whole

Can not bear pieces…

No more…

 He crosses his legs

He must be alone

or feel so…

 —–

Embracing one’s self

has different styles

 —–

She makes a finger cage

Having nothing

but air as her pet

 —–

“that she” and

“that he” tires me

Tidying the poem

 —–

“They” need me

or

“I” need them.

The woman in a black skirt

So slim to hint her age

Maybe 20,maybe 30.

There is a little coverage

Over the head

Like a crown, flooding away

Under the wind

Black socks underestimate

Her character

She bends one side

Due to the big sport bag

The pink of which matches

To the purple squires in her

Flabby-fitted coat

As she gets closer

To me, not to her lover

I see the farness between

Her two yellow teeth

Then her growing gren eyes

Then her wrinkles

Then the slit in her black

Skirt, and just after I gave

The Adress, she wanted

I realized how white her

Hairs were, especially the back

Of the head,the uncovered part.

Then the song I was listening

striked me horribly which

was;

“I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time
Until the next time I see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That I can’t take a breath without saying your name
I can brave a hurricane
And still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down
But I can’t take the distance

I still believe in feelings
But sometimes I feel too much
I make believe you’re close to me
But it ain’t close enough
Not nearly close enough”

The album was named Serendipity.

And the question of the woman

Was;

Where is Hagia Sophia?

How many kilometres to walk?

Where was I?

At the Hadimköy halt.