Yalnızlık bile bana misafir.
There are some types of people. One of them is black moons. I am also a black moon. At day light we were often tagged as weirdo, freak, odd, loser, broken. You name it, since you are better at it. We are obvious as a black moon can ever be, unusual than usual, different than most, writhen under the cruel revealing day light that shatters us by exposing our so called differences. Yet here we are, under the same sky, embraced by the darkness of night as a black moon can ever be, equal with everyone, same as any, hugged by the soothing silence nocturne that covers us under its pitch dark sky shelter. Yes we are black moons!
I see no good end in this life, so I just want it to simply end.
Zenginlik; paraya her zamankinden daha çok ihtiyaç duymaktır.
aether beneath me,
earth above me,
lingering memories within me.
Why do I love moon? Why wouldn’t I love something that so strong enough to light its own darkness?
Woman with greed and passion is something to fear of.
Al dedi kalbini dedi kalbini istiyorsan dedi kendini dedi al kendini dedi git dedi kime kaptırırsan kaptır dedi git dedi bana ben de kendimle kavga ettim o yüzden dedi kendim dedi oğlum bak dedi madem zalim öyle yapıyor dedi ne yaparsan yap oğlum sen de dedi al kendini git dedi ben çekecek halim yok dedi.
Life always finds a way and gladly so does death.
Bir kere düştün mü karanlığa, aydınlık artık eskisi kadar aydın gelmiyor insana.
At the dawn of a breath,
A soul ignites the body.
Left my heart when I was young.
Love between him and the moon,
Caused all the poets to moarn.
Moarn for the never-said words,
Moarn for the unwritten poems.
İnsanın kendi yüzünü görememesi gibi imkansızdı seni sevmek, aynaları bakıp bakıp kandırmak gibi.
They say “life is all about ups and downs”. Then where are my ups? Why are there only downs and downers?