On the Edge

Running wild, running free in the night.
Right leg up, another down.
Repetitively, until the sun burns the ground.
And as you jump, the whole world starts to cry.
For the sake of their emptiness.
Dullness of the endless gray skies.
From under the dust,
you trance through the night,
and you consume our breath like - dynamite.

A Birthday Present

An installation.

The Girl From The Coast

She was born last centuries.
In the middle of tight crisis.
Slaveries. Slaveries.

Hypocrisy of the society.
Of the socially accepted violence.
In the name of Lord, they used to pray.

The Girl was taken from her home.
Home by the sea.
She was unleashed.
She was free.

Until the day he,
He wanted her skin,
He wanted her being,
By saying "Lord in heaven bless thee"

Her soul kicked back,
To the sea she ran,
Upon her stolen horse,
Like a relic in the dark.

The girl from the coast,
and her words,
strong enough to punch men throat to throat.

Plath 2

Ariel

What can I say about this poem?

God's lioness, midnight runner, glittery foam, shimmering like Godiva.

Plath 1

The Rabbit Catcher

"It was a place of force -
The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair,
Tearing off my voice, and the sea
Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead
Unreeling in it, spreading like oil."

Typo

Latest typographical artwork.
Ink on paper.

In the words of Plath,
"You do not do anymore blackshoe.."

Partial Sunrise

Diamond in the rough.
The raw gold darling.
We belong where the clear blue skies are,
Where the mountains blow the thick cold breeze,
Where the aurora sunrise creeping the door each morning,
Where the lakes are crystal clear,
Where our vowels can run poetically.

And your clever ideas, ideas, ideas.
And my vivid dreams, dreams, dreams.
We will cruise the ocean of life.
Fall in love with each other's wits all over again.
Every single bit of millisecond.
As the atoms break down into two, the closer we get.
The closer they break.

(Inspired by the Fitzgeralds)

Display

Midnight lovebirds.
How cute, how terrorizing.

Romance should never be put on hold, yet life has to be put on first on daily basis.

Stop patronizing me with your fancy garments, feasts, and endless puns.
For I understand the rain and the storm way more than you understand your idea of fun.

Midnight lovebirds, keep your lust in your guns.

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Appregio

Cold night.
Warm drinks.
Starless skies.
Endless musical instruments. Notebook.
Unspoken words.
Written imageries.
Distance.
Time.
Oh you.

Nobody knows that I can actually set the world on fire.

Rain 3: Connection.

The rain is falling outside my window right now.
Pouring their strategies to win back this life.
Rain and I.
United in one.

Vague

I see your name everywhere I go.
I see your face beneath my ego.

Love brings your soul to cover my sorrow.
All my worries of tomorrow.

Even though the oceans are widely spread between us.
You, God's stallion always found your ways accurately to drown me in the sharpest of all gorse.

I have tasted the acidity of the moonlit floor.
Alone.
Dancing in the midwest wind.
Gazing through your cold eyes, static bones, statuesque figure.
As if you have greeted me in a way the sun greets the moon in the dawn.
Where no one could talk.
Nor even ask.
About the tight wires inside our flask.

Where have you been, stardust?
Let the fireflies, and midnight's tricksters fly away off your bats.
And stay, stay, stay, stay.
Close to my art.
The beating heart.

Missing muse

I miss the thought of you running in my head.
The withering flowers, the unspoken words, and the charming glow of the sheer rope that connects us.
Oh you, and sheets of musical instrument.
Oh me, and unmeasurable love for the falling rain.
I wish I didn't dig the truth too far.
I wish I didn't hear you speak about Keats.
About loving everybody, and peace.
All I've got is a longing pain, and some missing parts.
I haven't been inspired since the last time we part.
Virtually. Mind to mind. In another galaxy.
When will you come and fall with the rain again?