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Kimbilir, kaç defa geçtik birbirimizden aynı caddelerden.
Ne kadar yakınım sana.
Ve ne kadar uzak...
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And I feel you like that cold northern wind
Rolling down from Vancouver
Full of rain and sorrow
Holding on to every lost promise
And I hear you like that howling wind
Breaking over the mountains
Angrily lashing out
At every kindness offered to you
And I see you like that weary wind
Just looking for a home
Scattered tears falling
As you search for your lost hope
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tonight, June tenth, I got kissed a thousand times by the ocean — I got drenched in the first shower of this season. how can I say it's been a dry patch any more?
tonight, I think of a few things that comfort my soul. the ramen bowl I'll make later this week, the next time I'll see the moon in its golden glory, the next skirt I will buy for me.
look at me! looking forward to things! you'd be proud of me. you wanted me to think about the future, talk about the things I was excited about instead of marinating in my past and all the pain it forsook at my doorstep.
but can I borrow tonight's thunderstorm nostalgia and talk about a few things from the past? I won't go too far. just this week, when this new guy I met lit my cigarette for me.
the first smoke we shared, I asked him if he could. and then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, all my other cigarettes, too, that night were lit by him, without having to ask. an act of service. I know he took a liking to me.
and then two weeks ago, I bought a bento cake for a friend's birthday. remember how I had bought one for you two years ago? distracted you an hour before midnight, took you for double scoop ice cream and asked you questions about your heart and mind on the eve of your birthday as your girlfriend set up your home.
oops. I went too far. okay, I'll come back. I'll take a few steps ahead too. the coming Saturday I will find myself under a tree reading a book. and perhaps I will speak to that boy in the park's reading club that reminds me of you.
but tonight, tonight I will sleep smiling knowing that the ocean came all the way to give me little kisses and I never once had to ask. an act of service; so much love.
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I like you the way
I like rain
Sometimes gloomy, beautiful,destructive and a mess
but I like you for who you are and your ways
You're gentle like the little drops that falls over me when I'm in pain
You are destructive but curing at the same
And I fall over you again.
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Dear rapist,
I look for your obituary.
Scanning the names, not really hoping I’ll see yours.
Just curious.
Curious if you’re dead,
like you left my soul that day.
But even that will do nothing for me.
It will never rid my bones of absolute
filth you left inside of my body.
You left bruises on my skin,
but there are permanent fingerprints
On everything you touched.
If only I could scrub my ribcage clean,
dust around the corners of my throat,
until there’s no evidence of you here.
As if it never happened.
Your face is my nightmare.
Except I’m not sleeping.
It’s a never ending reel in my mind.
I’m pumping gas on a Friday afternoon in the sun,
but slowly I wander back in time.
I’m being held down by a man I don’t know,
on a bed that doesn’t smell like home.
Praying for help.
I see his face,
I hear him say don’t worry.
“Click”
Gas tank is full and I’m back to reality.
Not before I scan everyone around me,
to make sure no one resembles you.
I’m safe.
I want just one day that I am not reminded of it.
Of you.
Maybe that’s what you wanted.
To always be remembered,
no matter the cost.
I hope one day I can forget
Your name,
Your face,
Your voice.
I hope one day I physically can never remember you.
That my brain just erases you entirely.
I never knew your name,
Never knew your face in a crowd,
And never knew the horror of your voice
echoing off the walls of my skull.
But for now,
I just look for your obituary.
//.
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my first Haiku
Rainy in the nightfall
Heaven gates opens
It just means Nature is crying
Raindrops and tears cleans the earth.
It's my first haiku so let me know if I'm writing it right, got inspired by Ghost of tsushima.
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The Rain
I'm walking on a road;
a road so called as life.
I stand there ;
Watching the people as they pass by .
Each soul different, one of its own kind
Looking at me ,
Emptiness filled in my mind.
I stand there looking at the sky as it gets cloudy;
Soon my mind clouded by questions.
Slowly the drizzle starts;
And eventually, the rain of questions keep pouring.
I stand there still ;watching the rain trun into a storm .
Like I've never seen before
Like I've never known before.
I am drenched ;
Not having an umbrella, having none to hold.
Trying to walk I stumble ,
Understanding it's getting difficult to walk on this road.
I am tired ; tired of this rain.
Tired of finding a shelter.
What can I do ?
Wait for the sunlight perhaps,
Wait; for the time to pass by,
Wait for the daylight.
Hope for it to be golden.
Wait for it to be golden.
- Tanishka
25/06/2024
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Whispers of Rain
Rain whispers secrets to the night,
A dance of tears upon the earth;
In its rhythm, I find solace,
In its song, I find rebirth.
Each drop a memory of our love,
A story written in silver lines;
In the silence, I hear your laughter,
In the wind, your voice entwines.
The stars above bear witness,
To the storm raging in my soul;
But in the chaos, I find beauty,
In the brokenness, I find my whole.
So let the rain wash away my sorrow,
Let it cleanse me of my pain;
For in its gentle embrace,
I find the strength to love again.
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Loving You
Loving you is like walking in the rain.
Getting wet knowing well that I'll fall sick the following day,
But I'd still walk, without an umbrella, because it feels nice.
I know well that the rain drops will make me feel cold soon.
But even when I'm aware that my immune system won't be
able to handle it, I crave to stay a little longer, drench a little more.
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I think it'll rain here today
The clouds have started to paint each other grey again,
Making the whole city wear knits beneath their overcoats
And I hate to admit but,
I'm thinking of him again
And I know I'm on his mind since it rained the last time
I know I'm the one he looks for in every piece of broken poetry
And I look for butterflies where once a garden used to be.
Did I ever tell you?
I find roses highly overrated
But since the day you left
All they ever did was remind me of you
and now I try to hate them even more.
But nothing works anymore
And why would it?
'Cause Sunsets have a way of reminding me
that love is everywhere
that flowers could never be something other than beautiful
that poetry was meant to bleed your heart dry
and that gardens could always grow again
That rains,
Originally sang to make humans remember of the times,
When people used to dance with
shivering love and slippery promises.
When coffee was something that I liked,
not something you loathed.
when love songs were meant to be enjoyed and not endured.
When verses were enough to battle fate.
As I'm writing this,
I want you to know,
It did start raining here
And I don't want to hate the stupid roses anymore.
'Cause I Know that the clouds make you wishful, too.
-𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
(Just for the record,
How the hell did it rain in the first place?
Its fucking November, for crying out loud!)
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Musical notes are falling from the sky
Shooshing like lullabies through the leaves
Plinking staccato on my chimney
Crescendoing in sync with the wind section
Winding winter melodies
Into my soul.
© Ælfhild Astrædottir 2023
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Bir yoldan bazen geri dönmenin de ilerlemek olduğunu öğrendiğim yaştayım...
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There’s rain
On the roof
And maybe
Just maybe
It’s raining where you are too
~ you don’t know who i am
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When the night is cold and endless, And the wind cuts through your soul, If the world feels like it’s crumbling, Come to me, I’ll make you whole.
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April showers
Wash away the numbness
Bring me flowers
Please
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I often wonder why womb and tomb are only 3 letters apart.
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