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Loneliness 

I’m in love with a man who loves Loneliness.

He needs it just like people need air.

Every night, he makes friends with his nightmares;

and in his unconsciousness, Loneliness leaves him a kiss.

He wakes up, next to me and lingers his cheek,

where the last night secret kiss was placed.

Treasure 

Let go of me.

….

I’m not your treasure,

just a shiny pebble you encountered

when life got to a corner. 

…..

I am a cursed pebble.

The vicious witch is my mother.

And she will not let you take me from her.

….

Your life is on different waters

and mine is staying here forever.

….

Let go of me, come back to your past and future.

….

Don’t think of me.

Don’t pity me.

I’m just a pebble you never encounter when life gets to the corner.

Moon.

Ciao my sailor

Can you see the Sun

rising from the East line of the world?

Do you love her?

I know you will do.

She’s beautiful and so are you.

The night is over.

My silver anchor can’t stay.

The sky now is hers.

Oh dear, my sailor!

Sleep, sleep and let me kiss you gentle.

Then you’ll know there was once:

a moonlight in you.

Au revoir, my sailor.

Suicide.

Unhesitatingly,

I hang myself by a thread of your hair

and let me burnt in the flame of your stare.

Still,

I’m craving for your sins,

etching on my skin,

when the moonlight left a kiss

on the linen sheet

and you got my everything.

I’ve missed you lately.

It’s funny how I’ve missed you lately

Like…

I’m drunk in old memories.

Damn beautiful memories:

Hands, hugs,

mornings, nights,

moonlights,

your eyes.

By my bare hands, those I murdered

now against the rust

came like a fever:

Haunted.

Relentless.

Damn! This I hatred.

“With you, why am I so helpless?”

Waves.

Today, Sadness touched me

naturally-

like waves-

strong and small,

in the sea,

kissing the shores,

taking away dreams 

I wanted to be,

to the horizon

that my eyes’re unable to see.

Gone Sun

She has gone;

when the sun was dying-

on the last day of the world;

my Sun is no long shining.

CALCULATION.

Dear, do you calculate?

“Nope”, I bet you would say.

Your eyebrows always make a curve,

when I talk about numbers.

But have you noticed ever?

It’s 122 days we’ve been together; and

already 10 nights I depressed my cheek on your shoulder.

 

And in 24 hours of a day,

54,000 seconds alone I would stay_

turn my jazz on, sit on the window sill and wait

’til 2 hands of the clock shape an angle of 30 degree

and you would come back to me,

leaving hungry touches over my thirsty body_

And love would sweep through the night,

as if there would never be goodbyes.

 

After all, I know… they’re just numbers

that one day I will not remember.

But dear, does it really matter?

My boring calculations make me happier,

everyday when the numbers keep growing bigger.

 

And I’m grateful that we’re still together.

 

Love you.

 

Luna.(tic)

Luna Luna anchors the night sky.

Are you lonesome up high?

Is the world revolving wild

in your silvery immortal eyes?

But, Luna Bella Luna, my one of the kind.

Lunatic- that’s how people call your dreamy glittering mind.

O’darling, my shinning child.

You’re such a beautiful lie 

lying in a soulless life,

night after night.

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