“Inspire me”
were the words
of yesterday,
this moment,
and perhaps of
Wednesday.
Let’s incorporate
themes of horror,
madness, love,
reality and fiction,
historical content,
and the toxic oceans.
Let her inspire him
and him explore
her gaze, her smile;
let them both inhale
each others’ scents,
bodies, and art.
“Inpire me”
are the words
in my current
world.
S
It’s almost three in the morning. After a long drive and almost getting lost, she finally parked her car in an empty, desolate lot – dangerous, true, but she had no other choice. She was too numb to feel the apathy in her whole body, the same body that was comfortably tucked in her favorite pair of Levi’s jeans and an extra-large t-shirt with a faded image of a revolver on front, covering her abused soul. That shirt was a nostalgic reminder of the summer warmth in the city she used to adore – and still did.
The city of London.
While a thousand thoughts of lost memories were racing in her mind, she realized she left her jacket on the bar counter beside the lilies and the empty cognac bottle. She wasn’t really bothered with it as much she was for her pack of Marlboro lights in the back pocket, nor did she mind lighting one stick up to calm the high–strung feeling in her stomach and all the pain inside.
Despite severe fatigue, she couldn’t close her eyes even for a second, so she decided to stay there in stillness and slowly insinuated silence inside, just before the rays of the daylight started to salute the city beneath the spotless sky. The single thing accompanying her for the entire night was Eddie’s voice, echoing in her ears, taking her back to the Jeremy days.
After a big stretch, her gaze turned and pinned to an old building across the street and to the only room with its lights on. She suddenly realized that the room’s light had been on for the entire night but somehow she managed to steal glimpses of it.
To be continued…
S
In this surprising world filled with lovely little creatures which – if you think about them – are quite grand in the stranger’s eyes, I’m daydreaming a vision with the full hope of making it a reality.
The day is off just like myself. And I, in my own silence, am making plans of not having any plans and instead am sipping on tepid coffee in a paper cup, tending to attract the virtual world with:
“Caution: Very Hot”.
S
Sitting in the balcony beside eighty-something fresh blueberries, witnessing the almost-full moon changes its color from deep red into orange mixed with yellow…
… and I’m wondering why everyone is always so concerned about the Moon and never about Mars.
Never, ever.
S
Repeat “No. 4”
S
I once explored the space
above us; around us;
between us.
You then begged me
to be spontaneous
just like showers
in a blue sky.
What happened to you
when it came to “love”?
Lost?
Bastard.
S
Once upon a time
she allowed you to
interpret; not just
whispering the words
in your both ears.
She stole the past,
abandoned it to history,
left it to the nature of
lost memories and
the incomplete times.
Did you ever
sense her
by your side?
On an empty
chair beside
an isolated wall?
S
Did I read you correctly?
“War inspires people to create.”
question mark; exclamation (!)
Days and nights pass me by;
I let go of the thoughts of
broken windows; unwanted media.
Off I go, to steadiness
between the ordinary
and the fantastical.
I, too, am inspired.
S
Design a world of not just
words; a distinct one full
of bonfires, love makings,
golds and silvers;
solid silvers.
Have you ever fallen for
a thick brownish paper,
giving the warmest
hug to your morning
cup of tea?
S
And I’m reaching the
end; the road
that is covered by
the words, the troubles,
and news about
them, you,
and us.
I externalize
your traits,
and explore the
real monster
in your fake
beauty.
I act beyond;
exaggerate your gaze,
control your reaction,
and I dream
my very own
dream in my
protection.
Then I take the
“right” way, where
Arête does not
give a dime;
does not even
exist.
And one day
near or far,
I will continue,
“Concrete”, this
ongoing project.
But for now,
I conclude:
Fin.
S