A Turkish song that I absolutely love...
Monday, 7 January 2013
Where Are We Going From Here-Blackmore's Night
This song couldnt be more close to my heart...Just beautiful...
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Gri Rüyalar
Uyanmak...
Tereddüt etmeden uyanmak,
Ne güzel şey...
Yeni bir güne,yeni dostluklara,yeni aşklara,
Yeni umutlara...
Ama ya gözlerini açamamak?
Korku dolu çapaklar ardından bakmak bu dünyaya,
Ait hissedememek sabaha,
Kaybeden ruhların yaptığı bir seçim midir?
Oysa zordur bir kalbin kendi soğuk zincirleri arasında atmayı unutması
Sessizce yalnızlığa mahkum olmak ne cesur bir yastır aslında...
Sızar içinize perdelerden yeni doğan güneşin masum ışıkları,
Ama oluk oluk kanatır yüreğinizi,
Kavurucu gerçekliğiyle
O kuru nem siner gözlerinize...
Karanlığa dönüşür eskiden ılık olan rüzgarlar
Boşluğun fırtınalarına teslim olur ruhunuz,
Tekrar ve tekrar!
Direnmek zordur,eğer günler sadece bir kısır-döngünün parçalarıysa
Onlarındır artık gömdüğünüz her satır
Şiirler örter üzerinizi...
Sonrada kapanır yine o gözler,
Son kez sığınmak için gri rüyaların büyüsüne...
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Frames Of Escapism
He walks into the familiar room
Gaudy flashes of tired souls shift upon the floor
Dizzied from the sultry smell of cheap alcohol and illusioned dopamine
Complemented by a rowdy tune, making its way through the speakers to those heedless ears
Broken wine glasses lie on the ground
He watches,
As the dark liquid slowly makes little paths of its own
Through old boots and faded high heels
Lost in a parted dream to withhold...
Taking one more step,she dashes another mile
The slender lines of each lane merge with her seared panting
She battles with both hands of the clock
Desperate to reach the finishing line that constantly alters beneath the hazy horizon
Though medals of gold embrace her neck
She had never tasted victory on her deadend tongue
So she runs to find the true feeling of appreciation she devotedly needs...
He turns left,hoping to be right this time
Numbed shoulders head towards the freshly prosaic labyrinth
Frozen snares of broken mirrors haunt him once again
Virulent laughters come sliding from every crack
He knows they will stop soon
Yet what he fears is their echos clinging onto the silent circles under his eyes,
Darkened brutally by the lonely nights without dreams of amethyst to spare...
Her eyes adjust to the melanoid moonlight
Dried pupils search around the suffocating room
Blinds drawn shut
Limb bodies stacked every corner quietly rusting without a soul
Tall walls taste of their lost tears,kept hidden of shame
Another day chisled by their alienated ,tawny bones
Horrified by the scene,she tries to let out a bitter scream
Yet later she realises the glue of her own fears drying on her cracked lips...
Frames of escapism hammered on the wall
Around every corner of the street
Among the muddy footsteps on the snow
Was the winter so cold?
When did we become strangers to our own fingerprints?
When did we begin running away from the reflections inside?
Maybe, its time for a change...
Lets pour ourselves a glass of introspection
Get drunk by insight
Lets run with our eyes closed
Feel the wind on our hair,the warmth through our muscles
Lets look straight at the mirrors
Find the right way through the reflection as a whole,not the cracks
Without fear,lets open the blinds
Show the sunlight the beauty of our tears
Lets not hammer more frames,
But nails of hope instead...
Gaudy flashes of tired souls shift upon the floor
Dizzied from the sultry smell of cheap alcohol and illusioned dopamine
Complemented by a rowdy tune, making its way through the speakers to those heedless ears
Broken wine glasses lie on the ground
He watches,
As the dark liquid slowly makes little paths of its own
Through old boots and faded high heels
Lost in a parted dream to withhold...
Taking one more step,she dashes another mile
The slender lines of each lane merge with her seared panting
She battles with both hands of the clock
Desperate to reach the finishing line that constantly alters beneath the hazy horizon
Though medals of gold embrace her neck
She had never tasted victory on her deadend tongue
So she runs to find the true feeling of appreciation she devotedly needs...
He turns left,hoping to be right this time
Numbed shoulders head towards the freshly prosaic labyrinth
Frozen snares of broken mirrors haunt him once again
Virulent laughters come sliding from every crack
He knows they will stop soon
Yet what he fears is their echos clinging onto the silent circles under his eyes,
Darkened brutally by the lonely nights without dreams of amethyst to spare...
Her eyes adjust to the melanoid moonlight
Dried pupils search around the suffocating room
Blinds drawn shut
Limb bodies stacked every corner quietly rusting without a soul
Tall walls taste of their lost tears,kept hidden of shame
Another day chisled by their alienated ,tawny bones
Horrified by the scene,she tries to let out a bitter scream
Yet later she realises the glue of her own fears drying on her cracked lips...
Frames of escapism hammered on the wall
Around every corner of the street
Among the muddy footsteps on the snow
Was the winter so cold?
When did we become strangers to our own fingerprints?
When did we begin running away from the reflections inside?
Maybe, its time for a change...
Lets pour ourselves a glass of introspection
Get drunk by insight
Lets run with our eyes closed
Feel the wind on our hair,the warmth through our muscles
Lets look straight at the mirrors
Find the right way through the reflection as a whole,not the cracks
Without fear,lets open the blinds
Show the sunlight the beauty of our tears
Lets not hammer more frames,
But nails of hope instead...
Friday, 9 November 2012
To Be A Shadow
Good morning!
How are you today?
How was your weekend?
Are you okay?
It was great talking to you again!
Hope to see you soon....
Seem familiar?
These trite phrases of daily social regime
Yet does any actually mean a thing?
The replies produced of languid smiles and expected lies seems to say it all
Yet the order is never to be restored...
Who am I to judge you might say
Maybe I don't even exist in this world of yours
Maybe I'm nothing but merely an illusion
But I've been to many places ,seen too many faces to just stay that way
So listen if you might,or simply ignore me once again...
I've been all around the world
Molding myself into millions of different shapes and forms
Devotedly searching for the freedom I've never known
The freedom of feeling,the freedom of being, just like my walking hosts
I long to touch and smell,to laugh and cry,to breathe and die...
But it was later that I found out,
Those bodies I followed didn't really exist either
They only held plastic pink roses and pretended to smell the earthly scent
They painted their emotions grey and wore glasses coloured of lies
Was that any diffrent from a shadows life like mine?
When the sun bowed to the stars
When I became whole under the raven sky's embrace
When I sang my hosts goodbye
When those fabricated glasses were left on empty nightstands
When the grey paint was washed away
When suddenly bright colours lit bravely along with the moon
I realised the truth,
I realised I wasn't the illusion
I didn't need a vessel to be real,I needed a soul
I didn't need a flesh to feel,I needed emotions
Nor did I need a a shape to form into,
I just needed to accept myself as a whole...
How are you today?
How was your weekend?
Are you okay?
It was great talking to you again!
Hope to see you soon....
Seem familiar?
These trite phrases of daily social regime
Yet does any actually mean a thing?
The replies produced of languid smiles and expected lies seems to say it all
Yet the order is never to be restored...
Who am I to judge you might say
Maybe I don't even exist in this world of yours
Maybe I'm nothing but merely an illusion
But I've been to many places ,seen too many faces to just stay that way
So listen if you might,or simply ignore me once again...
I've been all around the world
Molding myself into millions of different shapes and forms
Devotedly searching for the freedom I've never known
The freedom of feeling,the freedom of being, just like my walking hosts
I long to touch and smell,to laugh and cry,to breathe and die...
But it was later that I found out,
Those bodies I followed didn't really exist either
They only held plastic pink roses and pretended to smell the earthly scent
They painted their emotions grey and wore glasses coloured of lies
Was that any diffrent from a shadows life like mine?
When the sun bowed to the stars
When I became whole under the raven sky's embrace
When I sang my hosts goodbye
When those fabricated glasses were left on empty nightstands
When the grey paint was washed away
When suddenly bright colours lit bravely along with the moon
I realised the truth,
I realised I wasn't the illusion
I didn't need a vessel to be real,I needed a soul
I didn't need a flesh to feel,I needed emotions
Nor did I need a a shape to form into,
I just needed to accept myself as a whole...
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Lost Control-Anathema
This song means a lot to me...
I would immensely recommend checking this groups other songs as well.
Monday, 1 October 2012
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