(from "Into the Darkness")
Two cups of different sizes
are filled with different drinks,
the more you want to hide your heart,
the more ferociously it jumps out.
With no color, no odor, no taste, it makes
the most fatal poison. And it doesn't disappear.
It just plays in the most discreet way.
It never disappears but becomes even more evil.
(from "fragments of ennui")
grains of white dust, stickily settled on the void
floundering flies, trapped in the air
red bones and damp wet soil
the black nail, cursing its own death
yellow lumps of fat, morbidly
poured into the drain
the caprice of flies and the malice of spiders
the only things that smile at us
in the void on the blade
the power of anxiety, a deadly greed that melts
the brain, among them, what blue anxiety
likes the most, air and resistance
admiration and contempt, something like love and hate,
something like the foolish youthful heart
toward a beast living only on instinct
ideas and trivial jokes
reality, illusions, delusions, ideals
compassion, denial, turning away, darkness
regret, death, loss, past, faith, distrust, doubt
an empty black mouth like the whitened
cloudy eyes of a turtle
Fire, sea, fall.
the sea, always the abject of fear
not even a handful of void
did the sea allow
(from "Social Animals")
What's the most depressing is
To hear hopeful words
From their feigned concern;
If they don't see with their own eyes
They never believe or even
Imagine something in you
And if you hurry to dance
To their tune to shut their mouths
They eventually fail to contain
Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.
(from "Moths") rainy late night, a bright glass door of the mall, the place of ghostly large, achromatic colored moths they always whisper under their breaths you beware of those who crush the eyes that are awake at night
(from "it was an act of death")
I was in the house
I stayed there
embracing death wasn't only beautiful
'cause it was so hot and my
whole body was shaking
everything suddenly became strange
something was rotting in the stomach
into the mouth
something kept flowing
it was an act of death
death, covered with foolish vice
that was firmly clutching a miserable-shaped apple
I was death
life no longer existed
(from "my secret place")
in my most secret place
there's an ugly secret hidden so my eyes
had always glistened, but now the whole earth
collapsed, the atmosphere frozen,
bodies that unsightly entangled rolling
over the frozen wasteland, and my eyes
no more glisten and my ugly secret
is no longer a secret and my most
secret place lost its meaning.
(from "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,
(from "normal people")
who don't know how to close eyes
and to play dumb in front of injustice,
who don't talk about greed, but justice,
who disclose the unreasonable matters
that have no bearing on their own comfort,
who are not useful to themselves, above all,
who recoginize the slightest hint of their stupidity,
they never forgive those at all.