Kalbim Yankılanıyor, Kâh Şer - Kâh Âlâ
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You were like an empty book, my darling, that I bought only by being deceived by its cover.
You were like a grave body that I watched, my darling, your tongue was an idol and without virtue.
You were someone who lived in possibility, my love, only in probability.
You were like a butterfly and a bee, my darling, you were like a cactus with a short lifespan and a needle.
You were like the destruction team of my pen, my darling, and the words I couldn't name.
You were like a mailbox my darling, expected, kept waiting, never coming and always empty inside!
You, my darling, were like our wounds that opened over time, that do not form a scab, that itch and do not heal, that bleed again, again, again, and do not allow healing.
You were like a letter, my darling. When you opened the envelope, you were like a lost land that destroyed, burned, burned consciousness.
You were like an endless ocean, my darling, deep, dark, dangerous, scary and forbidden to swim in, you were like feeling, love and death.
You, my darling, were like the rainy story of a poetry book with a hand full of disappointments, dejected, fit for madness, and you, my darling; You were never written, never read, you were always lived among the sadness that accumulated without knowing yourself.
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I am unhealing
let me help,
Everyone mi sharp
knife.
Amine Gzat
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Delete anything that doesn't heal.
Geçmiş olsun diyor; sanki bilmiyor hiç iyileşmeyen, kanayan bir yara olduğunu..
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Küçük İskender'in dediği gibi: "Ben mi iyileşmeyen yarayım yoksa herkes mi keskin bıçak? Sormadım. Sadece kanadım."
Serap Tiryaki
İlâhi Ya Rab! Gönül kafesinde kuş misali, çırpınıp duran kalb-i mecruh'umu koru. İflah olmayan bir derde düştüm. İçime koyduğun bu aşk-ı ebedî beni öldürmeden; ya vuslata erdir yâre, ya da al bu canı ten kafesten...
( İlâhi Ya Rab! Gönül kafesinde kuş misali, çırpınıp duran yaralı kalbimi koru. İyileşmeyen bir derde düştüm. İçime koyduğun bu sonsuzluk aşkı beni öldürmeden; ya kavuştur yâre, ya da al bu canı bedenimden... )
İçimdeki çocuk en çok bana kırgın...
Bir çocuk kendisiyle ilgilenen , kendisiyle oyun oynayan, onu seven birini kaybedince veya o kişi onla yaşamayıp uzaklaşınca çocuk terk edilmiş duygusunu yaşar. Onu seven / sevenlerin yokluğunu kabullenmesi çok zor olur. Çocuk aynı ilgiyi, sevgiyi başka ebeveynlerden isteyip aynı duyguları hissedemeyince bu mevcut durumda yaşadığı ayrılık
