She Wanted

She wanted to speak, but she believed in the sanctity of the words. She remained silent.
She wanted to love, but she believed in sanctity of platonic love. She remained unloved, in pain.
She wanted to see, but she doubted the colors. She remained blind.

Big Loneliness in a Small World

The more my trip got longer, the lonelier I became. This small city enveloped me in such a solitude that once a small issue now became a major one. Today, I suffer a lot from big loneliness in my small world. As loners do laugh on their own in public, tonight I prefered tears. I cried in a public mean on my way "home."

A Big Bleeding Heart in a Small City

Today I saw a man in the underground which reminded me of my ill father. He was a middle-aged man with dark features.Contrary to my father, his body didn't show any evidence of an illness. His appearance had nothing to do with my father's, but still I kept on believing that he looked exactly like my father. The man was a loner like me, I thought. A few minutes later he justified my first thoughts of him. He was smiling alone. Lonely hearts do that quite often. I know. He smiled alone in the crowd of the train a couple of times. Sadly, it was my time to get off the train.

I looked at him once again.I said good-bye to him.

I said good-bye to my father.

Forever.

We Never Know

I was waiting for this silence through my screams.I was looking for this pain through my happiness. Now I have the silence, I have the pain, I have all I wanted.
My role has changed, so are my wishes. Like everyone. What we once want becomes unwanted, what is once undesired now is desired.
We never know.
We never know.

Unrecognized

Sunk in the ugliness of the daily life, there she remained unrecognized.
Her existence was so vivid, so un realistically beautiful. Yet, nobody's seen her. And she stood there timidly in an ugly garden of a church. Unrecognized.
And I. I was blinded by her beauty. I stopped walking to make sure of what I was seeing. She was uniquely beautiful. She was uniquely alive. She was uniquely true,true to life.

It was in another routine day I realized...

When people around me were sunk in the ugliness of the world, I was drawn by the beauty of it.

Ugliness

He wanted to show me all his faces.
I refused.
He wanted me to know all his feelings.
I refused.
I took the beauty out of him, locked it in my heart and left the rest to him.
"I don't need any ugliness, for I'm in love with beauties", I said...
He looked at me and saw the ugliness he didn't want to see in me. Just said.

Night and the Stranger

A crazy thought like vanishing into the night with a stranger crossed my mind. I could do that as he was more than willing to do that. But, I preferred to vanish into the night alone, leaving him completely puzzled and alone.

I did it.

I didn't look back. I was happy. I was free from another dream.

He'll Be Back One Day

I know this eternal silence will be broken by you one day.
I know.
And I am saving my words to show.

Your words will pour onto me once again.
Here I am waiting.
For the words come to me again.

"Your Eyes Are Beautiful," He Said

"Your eyes are beautiful," he said. Like all the men I've known in my life. He was right. They were all right with their words, without knowing their meaning.-will continue-

Her Existence On the Way Home

Her entire existence dissolved to nothingness on her way home...

Together alone with my loneliness

In the empty streets of Lisbon, I was alone with my loneliness last night. As I walked through,empty streets filled my thoughts, shook my feelings.


With a gently blowing breeze caressing my hair,lost not only in my thoughts but also in this planet, I felt incredibly lonely.

Last night, me, my thoughts and my loneliness filled the streets. I was together alone with my loneliness.

Deaf Man

In her world, she felt what would this lead to. And she expressed this resentment. She screamed,but the words were not enough; she cried, but tears didn't wipe her sadness away; she opened her wardrobe and threw all her clothes to the floor. At the edge of losing her mind, she realized once again that her screams were not heard by him.

For the fact that he was deaf, a deaf man.

She

On the surface she was an iceberg, inside her soul was surrounded by flames, burning.

She in Her Reality, He in His Dreams

She's gone. She's gone away.
She'll come. She'll come back, he thought in a state of great desperation. He just couldn't think his life without her. Love, feelings, hopes, expectations, dreams can all be illusions. Life, like her, has illusioned him. Now, there was not much left to be said. She's gone...Life's gone...

From her part, life was always there. Different from him, she knew how to take life and she did. She wanted to be away. Away from him, away from their numb, routine life. She wanted once again to feel what it was like to be alive. When was the last time she had strong feelings that would make her shake? She couldn't remember. Her dead feelings were no longer needed. What was needed was to act. To act her role in life; to save her lost self in this marriage and be herself. Once again. Uniquely, beautifully and freely.

One Second, one entire world

I was conducting my lesson with a game, drawing some stick figures to help my student guess the key word. It was my "mind-map" consisting of many "spokes". In one particular "spoke", I was drawing my family. It was my father's turn to be drawn. I did. But, when it came to the part that I should have added some hair on top of his head, I stopped for half a second. Then I continued drawing each hair one by one in a second. While I was drawing three standing hair on his head, millions of things crossed my mind.I wanted to stop, but I couldn't.

One second...one entire world...

Her Hands

Before you dive into the depth of her eyes, by touching her hands you would feel what she has gone through all her life long.
Her rough hands tell the story of her life, or in better words, her fight.
Her worn out hands would make you feel the hardness of her heart that has been shaped by pains, sufferings and tears....in order to protect, to be sheltered, to survive, to fight and to embrace...life.

If you get the chance to get to know her one day, touch to her hands before looking her in the eye.
And understand the meaning of life...

Storms

Neverending stormy thoughts in my small world still take me back and forth to you. You disappear among the waves of my thoughts, make me think it is over, but it isn't..In the moments I believe the storm is over, I'm over you, you come back to me with even stronger memories.

Why?

Why are you still a part of my mind, if not my heart?

It has never been over...

Private Eye Portugal

My neighbour, a dark-haired beautiful man in his early thirties, lights his cigarette at the window of the kitchen and looks away in deep thoughts every evening after dinner. His pondering posture attracts me so much that I want to get into his thoughts, dreams and whisper into his ear; you, I and the rest...so helpless and yet restless...

Private Eye Denmark

I used to wake up at 6 am by the reflection of the light of a tablelamp which my neighbour used to turn on. Then I would raise from my bed and watch her slow moves from my bare window. The reflection of the light was so powerful that after a while, our sleeping and waking up hours had become the same. That's how our untold story began:We shared the same routines without being aware of, secretly...

Private Eye

In each country I live, I select secret lives from the windows of my apartment. Each time I look at those lives that surround, as well as exclude me, I dream; what's going on behind the curtains. If I'm lucky and can see my ghost neighbour, I try to guess what he/she is doing and what he/she is thinking. Even though the truth is a mystery, the games of imagination on reality gives me the greatest joy.

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Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow

It scares me off to think tomorrow today...

Againts The Stream

Possessed by a mysterious romantic night, now it was time to set her soul free.
Every step she took in the river was a declaration of independence of her enslaved soul.
She walked against the stream,
Would she swim?
She didn't know how to swim in the sea of others.
She drawned.
In peace.

A Complete Woman in Turkish

He could speak of his feelings only in his own language. She never understood what he meant, for he was a great man in Portuguese.
Deep in heart, she knew he could never understand her native feelings, for she was a complete woman in Turkish.

All My Lines

All my lines still smell of you...

Marriage Proposal

He asked many times to get married. I teased, I joked, I let him dream at times. Deep inside I knew, my heart knew that I got married long time ago to someone else.
And the difference was the confession of my pace.

Transplant of My Heart

Transplant of my heart.
If it doesn't suit you, it surely will suit to some others.

All My Dreams

All my dreams are canned into a small bin and placed into a dusty closet, not be reopened.
All the dreams I had now turned into a dream; a dream to reach all my dreams...

Silver Skies

He never entered into a unique complete union with the universe under the silver skies...

Me and Myself At the Present

Once a joyful life now turned into a big question mark.
Once all the things I owned now a part of my history.
What I got today is nothing than melancholy, loneliness and alienation.
What I got today is the disappearance of my own existence.
The things that made me are missing now except my ever-lasting friendship.
I miss true friends,
I miss my happy days.
More than these, I miss my lost self.

Death and Life

It hurted me seeing my father calling death lying in his bed with enormous pain, while hearing next door new-born baby crying.
Death and Life.
No beginning or no end.
Existing at once, one in another.

Eyes

When everyone was staring at him, I looked at the viewers' pitiful eyes. I wanted to read what went through their minds, when my dad looked so innocent, so child-like.
I saw how serious, how dramatic the situation was only through their eyes.
It was the others' eyes that told me everything.
It was their mimics, every single facial muscle that trembled hesitantly.
The eyes of my father were rather hopeful, still rejecting his own end, afraid of death.

Cancer Doesn't Fit on My Father Well

Cancer. A word I've only "heard" before. A sickness I was acquainted with only in others' lives, if not in movies. Today, I know it so well as it happened to a part of me, to my father. Today, not only I know all about it, but I "live" it every passing day, seeing it taking him away from us so silently, so unjustly. Every passing day, I see how it destroys his body. Cancer cells doesn't only invade one's body but also the very core of your psyche; it doesn't only torture the body of the patient but inside of him, inside of everyone close by.

Cancer doesn't fit on my father well. I wish I had the power to change this. I wish I could give him the power to fight. Once a powerful strong man, now turned to a little, vulnerable child.

Small in the body, small in his hopes, sinking into darkness every day...away from night and day...

Me and My Father's Stomach

I was walking down the street with my father’s stomach in my bag. The cold wind was blowing over my face and my sleepy conscious was walking in a dream, or rather a nightmare, right on the street. It had been already a couple of days since I arrived to the city after 6 months of absence and this was the first time I was in the center. Me, a part of my father, and his stomach and his tumors, no longer part of him were on the same street, feeling the same storms in the water…

A Lisbon Story...

Date: February 5, 2005

Place: Baixa-Chiado Metro Station

First an acquinted face, then a friend and now turned to a best friend was leaving this melancholic city...In his slow steps he had sadness, he had joy, he had illusions, he had dissapointments, he had it all except one; he never had love. All he had was a Lisbon Story which kept him continue further away.

Now, taking his broken heart with him and leaving the Lisbon Story behind, he was going away with a waving hand in the air.

That's how he dissapeared from my life.

Just like others.

With one difference: I already miss you, Lennaert.

A Bride's Mind at Her Wedding

She was questioning her reasons to sit here, with her eyes fixed on her "husband." She couldn't find any. She gave up the idea and started looking around. It wasn't a big wedding, but it seemed everyone except her was ready for the occasion.Feeling her husband's hand holding her hand, she doubted her existence in the room. It didn't take so long to realize everyone except her was at the wedding. She first looked at her husband's hand and then his sweet face. His eyes were sparkling. He was happy. He was happy probably because he was adjoining his life with his beloved one, although most of the time he used to confess this wasn't needed. She realized the very core of his tendency to get involved with someone was to forget his loneliness. How lonely we all are, she thought, it is impossible to forget this fact, it is impossible to change this fact.There, at that particular hour, she was watching her own wedding, with pitious feelings toward his attempt...

Tears of A Bride

She didn't know why she was doing this...
She didn't quite understand what all these meant...
She was leaving her life behind to take a new life...
in the arms of a stupid rite...

The Color of My Tears

Color of my tears can never be seen by you.
Color of my tears can never be understood.
Neither can ever be touched.
By you.
Never...

The Child Inside Me

The child inside me weeping so silently...
The child inside me missing you so secretly...

All He Needed...

All he needed was letters that were never sent
All he needed was words that were never uttered
All he needed was love, once he was given
All he got was unsent letters, unspoken words and love that was never given...

Back to Istanbul...

Never seen your tears so painfully...
Never heard your silence under screaming skies...
Never felt your loneliness among this crowd...
Never thought I've ever existed in your smile...
Now,
I see, I hear, I feel and
I fear...
I fear both for you and me...

Story of 'No', 'Thing', 'Every', 'Body'...

No exists in Thing
Nothing reveals Everything
Every meets Thing and seach for a Body
When Every fails to find, it turns to No
No finds and kisses the Body and they become
Nobody...

I heard you called my name...
I heard you gave me a different name...

I heard you called my name...
I heard you gave me a different name...

Never confessed myself of its existence but it did exist. It existed deep down in my conscious.
Never tried to confront, instead I pushed it down and down, deeper and deeper day by day...
and never wanted to see it.
But...I saw it, I've seen it several times and I know I'll never stop seeing it-
It was razor sharp silence.
It was pain.
It was a deep wound made me suffer, made all suffer.
All existed.
All exists...Even today...As vivid as yesterday...

His face was full of wrinkles...When I touched them, I traveled through life. I studied every little line on his hands; feeling them completely on the tip of my smooth fingers... Those lines took me into life, passed me through all the stages, made me see and intoxicated me...It was during one of those trips, I have lost my youth...somewhere...at some irreversable place...

It was a trip of a middle-aged man in seek of his lost manhood. He was insecure, he was a failure. And he was traveling... He thought after passing the borders, he would not need his identity. Different lands, different people promise different masks for travelers. Thus, he replaced his passport in his bag, welcomed his new self, forgetting the fact that the ID he had in his bag was still a part of him, still some reflection of legal stuff about him, but still so true...

Whom he was fooling?
Whom he was celebrating?
Nobody.
But himself.
He thought he could restore what he was lacking inside
He thought he would feel more "man" with lots of women.
But how possibly could he feel that while he was a failure with ONE?
Lots of women,
Lots of failure.
Could he ever understand that?

Once I had a dream, a dream that I never wanted it lasted. But, it did.
Sunlights that had awaken me from this dream guided me to twilight zone...

Under the infinite sky, being enchanted by its beauty, I loved a sparkling star, a start I thought unattainable.
When the night entirely fell upon, I realized that I was 'the star'...

Dancing on the dream fantasy line recklessly, I stumbled down. I stumbled down in reality.

Once in a dream, with infinity at my heart, I learned to love. I learned to surrender myself to your love.

I love you IN real.

Date: July 24, 2003
Location: Ataturk Airport, Istanbul

She was reluctant to leave. She felt nothingness in her mere existence so profoundly. The words that she valued much appeared to lose all their meanings. The world was turning, she was turning her back all the things she has once seen.

They were there, standing, with a great affliction inside, sobbing.

She was there walking away, causing nothing but pure pain.

Once upon a time I fell in love with a guy and I left him. Once upon another time, I was in love again and I ran away from him.
Yesterday, I loved a guy, yes, once again; today I still do and tomorrow I will run to him...

The Virgin Prostitutes…Never tasted love with their body; neither gave nor received…Who are they? They are merely the Virgin Prostitutes, never been there, but always pretended to be there...

Istanbul and I...

Completing one another, existing in each other, falling separated somehow however...

Desiring and hating, wanting and neglecting, and in the end getting separated with passion ever lasting, one me and one Istanbul...

Your taste, your pleasure will always be with me, where ever I go, even in this very moment I say good-bye to you reluctantly...

Whereever I may be, I will be with you along the distances...

And I know I'll be missing to get lost in your arms and to make-love with your wind...

I know...I just know...

The fact...

I and Istanbul, forever...

Farewells At Different Places...

Year: 1999
Location: Aarhus University, Denmark.
Description: After a warm farewell, I get out of the car. The wind messes all my hair up, I want to turn back, look and wave at him as I always used to do. But, some power prevents me, pushes me to walk forward, and I continue to walk without turning back, without being able to turn back, and see him. I perfectly know that he is waiting for the signal-the signal of reunion after this warm farewell...
And I keep on walking with feeling that all the complicated feelings, the complicated and intensive feelings I encounter inside numb all my senses...

Year:2000
Location: Aaalborg Airport, Denmark
Description: I am now leaving...I feel that I will not come back...After our farewell, I turn back...But I can't see him...I walk a little and again turn back, I know that he is there waiting for me but, still can't see...Perhaps, it was too late to see...

Year:2000
Location: Ankara Esenboga Airport, Turkey
Description: He is going away...He is going away without turning his back...I look at my reflection on the airport windows and bit goodbye to my reflection, hoping not to see again...

Year:2002
Location: Istanbul Ataturk Airport, Turkey
Description: He is leaving...He is turning back and looking at me in every step he takes...

I'm not alone, but I feel so lonely...

I know you,yet I don't have a clue about you.
You're so known to me as much as you are so stranger.
We met before...We're together!
Impossible
We've never met before..We never came together
Was that a dream?
We leave each other with questionmarks.

Tonight I realized that I belong to an interior race who can actually see what is going on in exterior.

It was long time ago...We were driving some place, Sherly Crow's soft voice was waffling from the radio..."You're my favorite mistake"...I remember your reaction when I started singing the song with Sherly...You asked me if you were my favorite mistake...How could I answer this...My life is full of mistakes...and now I understand what you implied. Yes, you are my favorite mistake...A favorite mistake...Even today, I still suffer from this mistake...My biggest mistake was stealing your dreams...I only understand you today and I know you understood me in the first place...

A mere product of a collective demand. Whom am I talking about? Of course,myself! Today I feel I'm the "Other" and I don't have a clue about my existence. With universal expectations, with meanings imposed upon my subconscious, I can easily be found in this society...

They say 'the truth speaks through the mouths of children', the little girl looked in the eye of the old man and spoke his death through her mouth ...The old man affectionately sympathized her vivacious plays around him, for he knew from the beginning that the ultimate truth in this, in his short life, is death, if nothing else.


'All children are mirrors of death' J.P.Sarte

Take everything from me...Take all what I have...I know you will be happy...

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Incomplete Womenhood...Incomplete Manhood...What's left Incomplete Humanity...

Photogenic Society...

A society that requires its members to take a 'noble' stance and pose delicately in their photograps...The ones who comply with the rules and appear delicate in the pictures are regarded 'photogenic', whereas the ones who refuse to take a 'noble' stance are taken 'out of this picture'. This is how our 'modern' society functions at the present.

The deep darkness of the city was revealing the unspoken hidden secrets in that evening...

-What's wrong?
-Nothing...Why?
-You seem so down
-I was merely thinking...
(Pulling him closer to herself)
-...merely thinking...of what, would you like to know?Of how deep I love you...

I sometimes wonder if we human beings have any ability other than making ourselves believe in non-existent truths? While thr truth is right there, why all this rush, lies and dreams? I do not understand-

When all eyes are imprisoning us, how much alone we really are, my love, could you tell me?
Take off all your clothes and dance with me,
I want to be alone in our love tonight...

His screams silence me down, whereas My silence deafens him...My unuttered words touched him and his words hurt me so deeply.
Weird communication...
A smooth and slow process of murdering...
In some years, we'll both kill some part of ourselves...
I guess this is what they call love?
THAT sickens me!

Slavery Abolished? Mm, I don’t think so!

I kindly reject all values given to me on behalf of "my" happiness today. I reject to play this game with its pre-determined rules. I reject to be entitled as ‘killjoy’, ‘exceptional’, ‘misfit’ due to my pursuant of what I believe. I reject to be enslaved by invisible chains, instead I strongly believe the freedom of every individual. I reject to take life with closed eyes, for I have bigger eyes and smiling face than the most.
As I always tell, I’m not a rebel but just an individual determined to pursue her own truth.
Today, I celebrate myself.

Why am I writing all these? Why am I trying to express myself? Do I mean anything with my words? Do they really convey what I intent to say? Would it matter? I guess not.
For soon I’ll die with my words
Spoken here and
Shall be unspoken never
Ever

It’s pin drop silence, I scream. But my screams are not heard.
It’s pitch dark, I turn all the lights on. But can’t penetrate the darkness. Locked in this room, I crave for my escape.
I call my name. My head just spins around with the echoes of my name. I look up to the ceiling, my eyes get dazzled with the sharp light, and my journey begins.
My pictures of my world are shed into broken images, if nothing, and oddly enough I am not among them.
Can this be real?
Or
I’m simply hallucinating? I don’t know but I continue to let these images pass through my mind unceasingly…
Tonight, I’m dead, guys, so, see you tomorrow!

...Borrowing my future from the present, getting prepared to welcome the New Year with utmost hopes, waving all the worries good-bye, I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy HAPPY New Year!

Who is He?

He is a son, He is a lover, He is a husband, He is a saint, He is a loser...He is here to ....have a child.

His lost was the greatest at his birth; He was taken away from what sheltered, protected and vitalized him; his mother's womb....
It is for this very reason, every passing minute is a loss of his life, for his fears in this unprotected world are leading him gradually towards his unavoidable end; death...This knowledge, consciously or not, created a fear of fall in him...He wanted a child to supress this fear. Only a child would give the intimacy once he had in his mother's womb. Just like the core of his existence, his realities will soon to fall apart and appear absurd in this meaningless life, just like everybody else