Latest Posts by panic-point-blank - Page 3
Bak Milena,
"En çok seni seviyorum." diyorum ama belki de bu gerçek aşk değildir.
"Sen bir bıçaksın ve ben hep o bıçakla kendime saplarım",dersem belki de gerçek aşkı anlatmış olurum.
Ve Milena, kalbimde seninle her şeye katlanabilirim.
| Franz Kafka
بيني وبينك
ليالٍ صيفية و لحن اهديته لك بالخفاء وديوانٌ من حروف غزلية وقهوة المساء
بيني وبينك شوارع لا تنتهي وطرق مليئة بالغرباء
بيني وبينك همس واطياف وقصص لا تحكى بالكلام
بيني و بينك نجوم الليل و مطر الشتاء و رياح الخريف و زهور الربيع
بيني و بينك اشتياق نيسان و احباء ديسمبر و سكارى يناير
بيني وبينك اسهم عشاق سامة
بيني وبينك لا شئ وكل شئ في آن واحد
Between you and me
Between you and me there are summer nights, a melody that I secretly dedicate to you, a series of flirtatious poems and the darkness of the night. Between you and me there are endless streets and roads full of strangers Between you and me there are night stars, winter storms, autumn winds, and spring flowers Between you and me there is the nostalgia of September, The crushes of December and The January drunkards. There are whispers and shadows between us And stories that can't be told with words
Between you and me, are the poisoned arrows of lovers.
A crusade that passed through me
While I was in the capital of gloom, a crusade passed by in the form of a woman, and the heart became under mandate, unable to respond against the colonial power. A mixture of sweetness and torment. She has the face of an angel and the stab of a warrior who opens the bolts of consciousness. She opens a door, enters the chest and struts in its left side, and when the full moon appears from between the clouds, she looks up as if she were looking at a mirror. She took from the gazelle, impudence and suspicion, and from the Arabian horses, stubbornness and strut. And now after her invasion, I suffer from love, alienation, and ill fortune. I am the hawk I am the knight I am the poet And she is my punishment.
By : Jamal Bander
"You should be more careful"
More careful? Do you know what’s the big difference between you and I, dear brother? I have no fear. and you’re consumed by it. Why don't you have a little chat with god? Ask him why he turned you into a sheep and me into a wolf.
Have you ever had a crush? Have you ever felt a rush? Makes my heart stop, she didn't even blush And I got a crush Oh man I got a crush Got a psychedelic dagger in my heart, tell the paramedics to rush
I hate crushes, I cover bruises with paintbrushes Pour it all in the music now that my bank's ruptured
She never texts me, she never texts me, she never texts me Never texts me, she never texts me, forgot to text me
Well I guess we accept the ones that neglect us And my moms say that we disrespect the ones that perfect us And try to protect us
I really hope that you get this My thoughts are weighin' me down My neck can't handle the necklace Your father says that I'm reckless, I didn't cause all that wreckage
had to give you this message I wrote it straight from the soul and it didn't make sense to text it So I snuck up in your room, put it on your shoulder and in return You sent me back a restraining order.
Jaden - let it breath
“goodbye”
You called, you’re on the train, on Sunday, I have just taken a shower and await you. Clouds are slipping in off the ocean, but the room is gently lit by the green shirt you gave me. I have been practicing a new way to say hello and it is fantastic. You were so sad: you said “goodbye.” All the shops were closed but the sky was high and blue. I tried to walk it off but I must have walked in the wrong direction.
By : Mathew Roher
First isolated moments
“Nothing is ever as beautiful as the first isolated moments with someone who might be able to love you — with someone you yourself might be able to love. There is nothing as silent as these minutes, nothing so saturated with sweet anticipation. It is for these few minutes that we love, not for the many that follow. Never again, they realize, would anything so beautiful ever happen to them. They might be happier, more impassioned, too, and infinitely satiated with their own bodies and with each other’s. But never again would it be so beautiful.”
Stig Dagerman, A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child)
In my eyes, you seemed to lack a lot. you lacked maturity, manners, and thought. You also lacked worries, gloominess, concerns, or reasons to cry. So whenever I looked at you… I was annoyed.
You who pass between our fleeting words
Like bitter dust, pass wherever you want, but do not pass between us like flying insects
Take the past if you like, to the antiques market
Stack your illusions in a deserted hole, and go!
And reside wherever you like, but do not reside among us. It is time for you to depart and die wherever you wish, but do not die among us.
So get out of our land, from our sea, from our wheat, from our salt, from everything that has wounded us, and be erased from the vocabulary of memory.
If a storm hits me
If a storm hits me and the winds shake me, the voice of hope in me says: that the storms will calm down, If a lightning bolt strikes me and does not leave me a wing, the voice of hope in me says: that I fly without range, If my branches wither and thirst from their longing for water, the voice of hope in me says : that the sky is cloudy and dew. And if I were to be imprisoned for twenty years, the voice of hope in me says: that I have a morning and a promise. Even if they cut off my head while it's at the tip of spears, the voice of hope in me says: that life has just begun. But if a friend betrays me and I am alone and he leaves, the voice of hope in me says : I am done…this was my last call.
Poem by : Muhathil Alsqor
Do you think when you burnt me
then danced like a devil upon my dead body and left me for dust storms to bury me; Do you think you obliterated my identity? or that you've erased my history and beliefs! In vain you try…No Death There is for a rebel I’m like The Resurrection; one day I shall be, Like Jesus I'm coming back with strength, from every storm I shall gather my parts, I'll come as the oldest rebellious lover, I'll come with the mightiest of the greatest revolutions, A man from the Ditch I am, I must return !
Poem by : Muhathil Alsqor
When Milena confessed to Kafka and said to him, “I love you,” Kafka then said: "She said 'I love you,' so I went out into the street, because the sky in my room was not enough for me to fly."
🎨 R e a
“ Lions are the prey of deer “
“…And there are Arab women on the trip They deceive the hearts of the alert They misled me, so I followed the devil of desire Women are the traps of Satan I didn't know before the dawn broke Lions are the prey of deer”
By: Mahmoud Sami Al-Baroudi
September
To sit by candlelight, To buy a new book, To start over, to go for a walk, to fall in love, to meet.. the most beautiful month.
🖊️ Esran Ersan
🎨 Muraoka Kimio
Love is an adventure, either you return from it regretful, repentant, or enamoured.
How did you come back?
Dünden hiçbir şey geri gelmeyecek, başka başlangıçlar için dua et ve geçmişin bağını yak
The texture of your hands is still stuck between my palms, how does one remove the traces of love from one's senses?
Art by Rea
Wondering who you are?
You’re the purple scar that appears for no reason,
The images that give rise to nostalgia without features,
You are the ecstasy that did not complete,
A torment that lasted for an entire lifetime.
You...
You're like a trip I’ve been saving for months,
and when it was time to go,
I felt a desire not to leave.
Senin sessizliğinde kanıyordum.
I used to see you with my heart
This is the first time, that I see you with my eyes. For the first time, my hands don't tremble when you're sitting next to me. For the first time, I don't feel like I'm flying. It is the first time that I realize, you're much shorter than the sky of my dreams.
I didn’t fall in love, I walked right into it with steady steps and eyes open to their limit. I’m standing in love, not fallen in it. I want you with my full awareness.
| Ghada al-Samman
This sea is mine
What was mine: my yesterday. What will be mine: the distant tomorrow, and the return of the wandering soul as if nothing had happened. A slight cut in the arm of the absurd present, History mocks its victims and its heroes, It glances at them in passing and goes on. So i tell you ; This sea is mine. The fresh air is mine. And my name, though i mispronounce it over the grave, is mine. As for me, filled with every reason to departure, I am not mine. I am not mine. I am not mine.
| Mahmoud Darwish
"Eğer kaderinse, bütün dünya karşı da gelse kavuşursunuz."
Don't love deeply, till you make sure that the other person loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
Art by : Julia Soboleva
Kırık bir kütük olduğunu bildiğin sürece, neden her seferinde ona yaslanıyorsun?
| Aron Wiesenfeld
During times of war
I want to say: I only love you, And I cling to you, Like the peel clings to a pomegranate, Like the tear clings to the eye, Like a knife that clings to the wound, And like a bullet that clings to my heart,
I love you…
~ Nizar Qabbani
beni yorgunluktan ayır,
Çünkü ağlamak için ağrıyan bir göğüse ihtiyacım var Bende senin gibi camdan bir şey var ve rahat olanların göğüsleri mermerdendir Dünyama dön ki dinlenebileyim Çünkü seni seviyorum yorgun olduğumda bile
Divide me with fatigue,
for I need a sore chest to cry on. Like you, I have something made of glass, and the chests of those who are comfortable, are made of marble. Return to my world so that I may rest, for I love you even when I’m tired.
