..böyle temiz bir dünyaya bu kadar pis bir çocuk getirmek istemiyorum hayatım…

You must have been.. hhhigh.

The pot dinliyorum
Ve seni düşünüyorum.
Sen kimsin ki parmağını sallarsın?
Ve sen kimsin ki bu kadar üzerimde böyle bir etki sahibisin?
Yavrum sen nesin??
Yeni yeşermiş güneşle beraber gelişen
yapraklarını etrafa saçan
kokusunu yüzlerce kilometre öteye saçan
bir kenevir,
türkiyeyi boylamasına kateden bir koku,
bir cazibesin.
uçuyor muyuz? yoksa hiç mi basmadı ayaklarımız yere?
asla bilemedim ki.
bu sana yazdığım ilk şiir, fünikülerim!
Güzel olmadı ama umrumda değil desem, bu sefer?
senin hakkında yazdığım bir şey kötü olamaz ki?

Beğenemiyorsan zaten;
Don’t you just go fuck yourself, bitch.
(ah bebeğim yine geyiğe vurdu iş.
oysa ne özen göstermiştim
üç aşağı beş yukarı
senin için
eli yüzü düzgün
yakında avukat çıkacak
içkisi kumarı olmayan
içi dışı bir
ama
isa’nın bütün havarileri kadar saf
ve katıksız bir güç
ve kandan daha temiz bir arzu ile
sana tecavüz edebilecek
sokağın ortasında nefes nefese çırpınarak bırakabilecek
bir şiircik yazmak istemiştim.
olmadı)

the pot. hush. opiate.
ikimizin de kanatları var
o zaman ikimiz de ne istiyoruz?

(who, who, who, who?)

I have no idea as to figure out what I’m thinking these days.
Getting to know myself has grown old too fast.
It used to be such a challenge a fascinating discovery                     an incredible journey
but it too gets boring like everything else in this world
where you spend time and waste it off
it becomes your used up bitch
smelling vodka dreams of cool undisturbed nights,
as you roll out laughing but you don’t know whats going on
you can’t control yourself as if you could control everything else
you get frustrated
you use it up in your sloppy little mind
your logic is oh so fucked up
and no decisions please.
i wanna do what i wanna do babe.
and what do i want now?
well easy. it’s you.
who are you?
who, who! whoo whooo.

Love Me Two Times Babe; I’m Going Away!

Hmmmmmmm.
Müzik mi ruhun gıdası
The doors mu?

Yüzünü hayalimde canlandıramıyorum
ama karanlıkta
sessizlikte
ve müzikte
beraber çok şey paylaşıyoruz.
Beni iki kere sev bebeğim, çünkü gidiyorum!

Yollarda olmanın verdiği
Amaçlılık? Amaçsızlık? hissi.. içindeki çöllere
damlaa damlaaaa
serpilen sular.
bir kaktüse çarpmak! sıcaklığın beyne verdiği miskinlikten.
Dikenlerin batması üzerine beyne yollanan sinyaller;
Evinden uzaktasın;
Yalnızlık!
Yollar ve yalnızlık.
“Evrenin umursamazlığı”: kimsenin..
Woooo Hooooooooooo, yeni şeyler, görsel şölen!
Yeni tatlar, işitsel – iletişim kopukluğu -
Işıklar, sonsuz ışıklar -
bazen doğa?
Tahmin ettiklerim bunlar, belki değil.
Ölüm, insan, merak, cesaret, yapma – dur.
Neredesin?
Bilmem ki.

Ah! İnsanlar garip……
Kendimi Jim’e yakın hissediyorum
Sanki ruhlarımız bir oldu – ama değil
Bir yandan da çatışıyoruz. Bir yandan sevişiyoruz
düşündüklerimizle
sesimizle.
Müzik biterse ışık sönecek. Çünkü
o benim tek arkadaşım.

I GOT A QUESTION FOR YA -WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 5 MINUTES TIME?

Question by Franz Ferdinand (song: What She Came For). answers from. . .

ege idil: in amsterdam:D

ışıl: in love

ekrem: in the fifth minute, i guess

şero: in my head

simge: finish drinking alcohol hehe

müge: talking with ferdinand ( 0533 552 9504 )

samet: in the future

almira: fucking myself with teddy bear on my bed..?

yiğitcan: (after 4 minutes and 58 seconds of waiting): “right here, answering this question”

lebriz: dead

burak azak: 1 minute

gökçe: flying:D

odessa: doing yoga outside in the cold

heja: inside:D

meltem: gonna be a doctor yay!

ayhan: fenerbahçe

emre canbaz: everywhere possible, that is reachable in 5 minutes

sinan: “under the bridge”

zeynep masatlı: i assume i’ll be practicing piano.

daniel: lol sittin on my arse listenin to the maincs i suppose or green day lol

laurel: probably opening iTunes and playing Exogenesis at full volume.

maeve: curled up around my guitar

buket: mm sitting on a table with friends

özge pazar: beril? are you serious? ahaha – i wasn’t expecting to laugh

emilie: in five minutes I will be at my bfs house.:D in his arms.

amanda: a library / but that can wait.

rachel: walking to the store to get milk

nathan: going to play soccer in Spain

chris rosenberg: in this room at a marching competition:)

jessy: wuu, chasing the rain.;)

sarah: in 5 minutes time I see myself wishing I was drinking hot chocolate.

corey: playing a video game with my brother. Yourself?

megan: mmm…listening to the rain as I drive to work:)

irem göçgenci: seaside

ece: istiklal:)

derin: at your door

austin: in my car to drive home

özge uluğtuğ: obviously not on facebook because if I did I’d already have answered:)))

bilge: in berlin

eda çelikbaş: caddebostan seaside:)

gürer: nothing changes quickly here so same place, wishing it was friday..

ecem dervişoğlu: still trying to find an answer.. would that satisfy you?!:)))

laris: writing some stuff

tamer: what do you think?

lucie: i’ve know idea…in a mirror?

adinda: franz ferdinand huh? assuming I won’t die on the next 5 minutes, I’ll be somewhere in the world, still breathing and blinking.. ;)

stuart: I’m leaving Gayrettepe on my bike and head for home. I should be around Mecidiyeköy in 5 minutes.

eren: in the minibus going home:)

selin: you know that desktop background picture with yellow autumn trees and the road between them? there, sitting on a bank. or at a metallica concert.

göksenin: dreaming of jessica alba:P

cristobal: on my xbox or ps3

adriana: watching a movie lol

stefani: sitting and doing stuff on here or getting ready…

bradley: haha i guess i’ll be getting ready for my concert today. hahaha

aydın: looking at myself on the mirror

mertcan: volleyball field

berk gönül: i’m not in the condition to think about that distant of future:D

berk gocay: in the bathroom ahaha

mine: hahaha in the bathroom cuz i’ve been holding it for an hour

yağız: in the toilet line, waiting for the damn teacher to get out!

oğulkan: bathroom. Now.

nil şendil: bathroom

ayşe idil: in bathtub, avoiding homework

danielle: the shower

burak ozan: in the loo

yiğit bilgen: fucking bathroom

buse: shower

naz: shower

igor: at the bath ^^

ahmet: washing my hands

emel: in the wc perhaps cause i need to pee

mert: toilet:D

semih: toilet:P you?

ozan: I see myself under the shower

kate: probably going to take a shower. Or eat breakfast. Haha.

eda zallak: i hope shower

egenaz: peeing i guess:D hahhaha wtf

ömer: the toilet, drank too much tea:D

gerçek: still enjoyin my dinner

elif üstündağ: kitchen, eating chocolate (sorry! eti form)

alara: food

melis: having dinner

ege aydın: dunno. kitchen. Cooking.

melis: in the cafeteria

idil meşe: cooking the meat on the stove

ahmet aktay: dressed, walking to get to the dining hall before it closes and about to grab lunch

berfin: hmmmm in kitchen

selim: eating chinese takeaway

santiago: i’ll be eating asado!

michael: i’ll be eating.. don’t judge me! im not fat, just big boned..

jacob: eating X~)

jessica: eating breakfast

rie: eating a banana

michelle: I see myself EATING in 5 minutes time!!  I’m sooo hungry!!!!!  ^_^

oksana: studying russian:)

didem: i’d like to see myself with my biology book but who knows..?

berkay: haha sitting on my damn desk and studying for the US History mid-term…:S

ezg: studying probably

beyza: in my happy dreams with chemistry

manuel: haha i dunno..probably on my chair studying for an exam

emre saraç: studying games and theories of econ201

roksi: kitchen table; studying for the chemistry quiz

talya: trying to get the chemistry lab report done.

artun: home again. in fact front of pc again. maybe i might be doing a homework..

nelson: still plotting my last project

dilara: I’ll be doing my math homework:((((((((((((((((((((

okan: @the table, studying the differences of english horses and arab horses

yasemin: inside the history book:S

katja: studying for school

kirt: I will probably still be doing homework lol

josh: ummm, playing some game or on teh computerz. Or possibly excersicing.

jim: here…in front of my com

sezin: msn

elif özer: here. (on facebook)

ecem kahraman: facebook, msn, skype, AIM-everywhere!

sophie: so in 5 minutes? probably still sitting infront of the computer lol

deniz: still on my desk talking with a friend on msn

yiğit arı: idk. still on pc i guess.

danny: sat in front of my laptop still:D

eli: on the computer…

aybüke: on the computer

ebru: still here on msn, sitting like an idiot…:D

can: eööö still on computer..?

chris johnson: sitting on my computer thinking about what homework I should do.

anna: right here at the computer… what about you?

nilsa: looking at facebook. haha. =]

bengisu kuşçu: same place, computer and stuff

abigail: i see myself on facebook lol:)

monika: still headache; under the sheets

çağıl: i have just woke up, and I see myself in bed:P

alper: my bed or sth. wouldn’t be bad..

pırıl: bed!:D

cansu: the bed, the only thing I want is SLEEP

sumru: bed sleepin’;D

irem altan: in my bed sleeping

alex: I see myself lying on the couch, miserable. I am sick.

cemil: sitting on the couch.

beyazıt: probably in my bed. right now I’m planning on dreaming!

elif imamoğlu: i see myself in bed sleeping

dominic: sleeping in my bed XD

jennifer: in five minutes I will probably be asleep on the couch… Thanks to a dreadful combination of school and illness. haha

taq: sleepy

hui yin: er.. haha sleeping!

öykü: ha. i don’t know could be blown up or downstairs

bengisu halezeroğlu: well i’d see myself at home

zeynep gökalp: my room

ecem mutlu: i’m in my dorm darling, gotta go to my room in 5 mins!

suna: at home ?

ayşe uzun: living room

miguel: home.. in my bedroom.. which is where i am right now..

audrey: umm just chillin at my place

meltem akalp: my room

idil kaya: my room:S why?

anny: ummm maybe still where I am right now at home.

enzo: i dont know

nejan: who knows??

güneş: dunno:S

laure: no clue..

nesligul: undecided honey undecided

şeyda: i can’t think of anything

ersin: i don’t know:D

tanya: probably right here where I am sitting. Haha.

tanea: sitting where i am right now

jasper: in the same exact position that I’m in now.

tolga: at where I was standing still

mevsim: in the same place i’m sitting (and watching tv in the same time)

nil tolay: same place i’m in… or the living room.

burcu: where i still am; table, book, coffee

raven: pretty much where I am right now. :D

kaan: my couch

ladin: at school

fırat: sabancı

hannah: on the bus going to school… feeling depressed i have to go there YET again…

- nerede oturuyosun?

- zzt erenköy.

Passiflora Effect

Stop! Listen!
Do you hear the sirens?
Beware, think careful,
Don’t forget, it could be one of us.
We live to ignore
The sounds, the news
and what we see, we
interprete as “the Blues”.
All we feel is pity; but no shame
We’re all just passive beans
of this Misunderstanding Game
Cuz in the end of the play
We’ll stand up and applause
The art hidden in our perfect decease
will come out and arouse
In the daylight, under the sun
Stands now the disturbing sight
still most of us won’t get it
The Mighty Creation! -corrupt.

As SKELETAL LAMPING Ends..?

Of Montreal depicts our inner fantasies.
Just like a little slut trying to look serious.
Or a serious person who actually really wants to be a slut. We can’t help wishing to be in the lyrics of Of Montreal. We wish to be living the melodies and beats. Of Montreal creates a dreamy world only freaks can live in. Well, people who are themselves actually.
We listen to Of Montreal and smile to their audacious lyrics, all having a random, spontaneous feel in them. We feel relieved and buoyant by the happy and energetic vocals, rhythms and notes. Of Montreal shouldn’t be stopped listening because when their album ends you get back to real world and go down. Heck it should’ve continued to orgasm me with their AAAAHHHH YEAAAHHH’s!!!!

WE CALL THIS NIGHTLIFE!

She lays with her hair messed up
scattered everywhere in the bed
and around the floor too.
as she daydreams about her fictional life,
that she believes in as she lives on it,
her eyes ere closed and her brain is out
its 3 in the morning
and it is a mild sleepiness she feels
as the music is flowing out of the computer
through the earphones into her head
and through her lazy soul.

Now its slowly
getting light outside
as the horizon prepares to widen its arms around
the sleepy air
but her mind is full of bullshit
like how she always is
constantly, flawlessly, endlessly in love
and how its getting harder to feed her fragile spirit
with all the love she thinks growing inside her
but well, its good still
when you think about yourself
as a complicated and a lovable being, right?
because ego is important
ego is the wood thrown to dying down flames
which are your will to live
and your bond to life.

Now its light and the computer burns
as well as her eyes.
her head spins, she has to sleep
Crap!
that is what she feels like.
but she goes on,
and fills her mind more and more
with the heroin thoughts
that only speed up her devastation and
her mental decaying.

Summer of 2009

THE FLAWLESS COUNTRY, PERFECT CITIZENS. / KUSURSUZ ÜLKE, MÜKEMMEL İNSANLARI.

Edited from one of my recent poems:
Requiem for the ban of Youtube, Myspace, Last Fm, and several other sites.

I don’t know what the
fucking hell I’m doing here.
Why do I have to keep living in such
a restricted, dogmatic, narrow-minded society
and a caging country, that chain us up
sucks us into a dystopic world
of dependence and superflous discipline,
and everything that is Anti-Me..

yet no one says anything about this,
and it seems like everything put in front of me
is to decrease the flickering bonds and hopes about my country
Because of the law,
and my disappointment,
My overwhelmed condition,
And this fucking ignorant environment
I wanna cry, cry out loud..
But well if I do,
I’ll probably get blocked. By the decision of the court.

———————————————————-
Geçenlerde yazdığım bir şiirden uyarlanmıştır:
Youtube, Myspace, Last Fm ve bir takım başka sitelerin engellenmesine AĞIT.

Burada ne bok yediğimi bilmiyorum artık.
Neden bu kadar sınırlı, dogmatik, dar kafalı, yobaz insanlar
arasında yaşamak zorunda olduğumu
Bilmiyorum.
Kafesleyici bir ülke bu,
bizi kafalarında yarattıkları bir korku ütopyasına sürükleyen,
Gereksiz bir disiplin, hayali sınırlar çizen
Asla olamayacağım şeyleri bana zorlayan, kafama kakan bir ülke.

Ve hala kimse birşey demiyor bu olanlara
Sanki önüme konulan herşey
Bu ülkeye karşı, sönmek üzere olan küçücük kalmış sevgi ve umudumu
daha da azaltmak, öldürmek için var.
Çünkü mahkemenin
Hayal kırıklığımın
Afallamış halimin
Ve bu korkunç kara cehaletin sayesinde
Bağırmak, bağırmak istiyorum hepsine;
Ama tahmin edersiniz herhalde, yaparsam bunu
Engellenirim ben de. 2009/45 sayılı mahkeme kararıyla
Erişime kapatılırım.

şu siteyi ziyaret edin: www.sansuresansur.com

istanbul!

İSTANBUL-1

Güneş, kalabalık, omuz ağrısı
ve egzos kokusu.
Nem, ter, boğulmak,
Yağlı yemek kokuları, büfeler
Döner möner.
Korna sesleri, kavgalar
Yan kesiciler, sıkmabaşlar.
Ve her bardan gazinodan yayılan
Serdar ortaç sesleri.
Karşıdan karşıya geçmek
Bir vidyo oyunu..
Otobüse binmeye çalışmak:
ve akbilin boşluğu.
Sıkış sıkış trafikte beklemek
Bir sabır testi -her zaman kalırım-
Günde beş kere
Binlerce imam ve uluyan köpekler
Açar ağızlarını tekrar..
Yaşlı teyzeler dedikodu yapar,
Pencereden su döker
Ruh hastası komşular.
Üsküdar’a vardın mı,
Kabataş motoru kaçar.
Şöförler küfreder..
Bir şişe viski dibi vurur,
Istanbul’da
Para konuşur.

İSTANBUL-2

Yüzüme vuran rüzgar
Ve ışıl ışıl boğaziçi
Bütün eşcinselliğiyle karşımda,
Geceden gelen müzik ise
Takılır kalır kulaklarımda.
Sarı mavi mor, neon tabelalar..
Kırmızı yeşil siyah elbiseler..
Renkler hala hayattadır İstanbul’da.
Yağlı, yağsız.. sağlıklı, sağlıksız
Mükemmel yemekler
İyi, kötü, eğlenceli, sıkıcı,
ucuz pahalı veya beleş konserler.
Gece yarısı son minibüse koşarken
alınan limonata ve sosisliler.
Moralinin en dipte olduğu zaman
Herşeyi unutturan Kahramanmaraş dondurması
Yanlarından geçerken
dikkat çekmek için bağrışan kumpirciler.
Manzaralar kokteyller,
Turistler ve yalakaları,
Beşiktaş’taki büfeler,
Yıldız parkı ve köşkler.
Midye dolma, tava, kokoreç
Balık ekmek, bira,
Beyoğlu’nda meyhaneler.
İstanbul’da para
Konuşkandır.

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