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break inside

they try to break you inside  they think you will turn into stone  you are not made of stone nor plastic  you are made of gold inside the heart that pumps blood into you  your arms and legs that never fail you  then one day you are tired  they think you are gone  they try to break you inside  do not let them in  protect yourself against... the closer the danger gets  the further they are  they try to break you inside by naming shaming and failing you  just because you tell your mind they just say they are not gonna take you  don't break inside as you have gold  that pumps blood inside out and even when they bleed you  your blood manifests and roars you sing your song  they cannot break me inside  cause I am made of gold  the heart that pumps blood into me  will decide to fail me or not  not you

Cheesy poem for Belval

Belval there is such a wind there is such an orange on the trees the trees are shaking no people on the street the church bells ringing the cross hanging my head is full of ideas and writing soon it will be colder and even more windier I'll fly on the pavement towards my office when I arrive and look at this post industrial hill top I just think of history is what makes us see then the green turns into Arizona what we do to nature to advance and run fast to produce guns and germs then we need to cure them then need to produce more there is such a wind there is such an orange on the trees they hang on to life and so do I sah

here we go again

Here we go again We are settling here in Luxembourg In an old industrial place called Belval and Esch Zur Alzette I hear French and I look stupid Here is the chimney Here is the residence Here is the university Here is the bank Here are the friends and colleagues I am settling again This does not mean I am settling for long for who knows when I settle if I stay there I am a Roma and a Nomad and a Turk So it seems when my mom said the world is large and so she should live she meant that I would migrate from place to place no excitement for me no bungee jumping no skydiving no kitesurfing just some traveling and researching that is all I do in fact, it is true that I feel a little bit like a stranger everywhere and I hear a girl screaming upstairs then I watch the videos of the police taking away the protestors in Turkey I watch with eyes that are full of tears but then I go and take a coffee away from fight, hurdle, and ideology what do I do when things happ