//Floating Dreams//

Sheer creamy continuity, silky rain, savouring the taste of pain

Blank white velvety void, transparency, enveloping


Constancy is reality, unlearn the civilised, and colours

Soften fairies, annul scriptures, melting nymphs, let dissolve


Flowing flume, flooding brains, drifting and wandering

Prevail in us, milky dreams, saturating final space, 


The plenitude of elation, the regularity of souls, 



Carbon monoxide, weathering against clefts
Let go off, habitual detonation
Shriek and holler, read minds, contrive complexities in plastic agonist
Fireplaces for the weak, disguise tragedies with teenage rage
Crayons and pretence, purposelessly drew hurricane in craze

Pick up, the unbecoming of the day
phantoms un-generated, herds of sheep, harsh touches and soft countenance
tore down relics of cataclysmic triviality, captured seconds
Dressed up for pity, disinfect mockery while
traversing accelerating train tracks and
broken bodies

Flummoxed, clarity, magicians toppling astronomic solitude
Cringe crash crack cast, collide, the black
Asylums of normality, riveted by two moons, once
Alive dead, feed sensitivity to deprived hounds
Dousing the world of two with perpetual ecstasy
Symphony of derangement, void
liberated us, liberate not us

Withdrawals and flashbacks, continuity and promiscuity
Shooting galleries, strollers possess no better fantasies than ours
Rejection of speech, profound ridicule redecorate the blueprint of our artistic specialties
Languish languish, eliminate systems with daily dose of heaven,
luxury of prayers
the poorest of pain and

barring, rigging desolation with abstraction,
plain hopeless
found rules in fateful

23/09/2017 01:10am

Poetry -For the Violent

Because I, with an unloaded revolver, became a suicide bomber 
While you, innocent, decided to buy terror
Because I, by fated attacks, was injured, but love was not 
While, all the way from death, you came back, but humanity did not
Because, living in the bright, I beg for your darkness
While you, in twilight, pray me even more of self-destructiveness
Because I, with hurtful sins, allow the world to erode me by your lord
While you, with painful respite, defend with an unjust sword
Because I, just like loving many others, love you
While you, just as you hate yourself and the lovers, hate all my world too
Because I, a human, is no angel
And you, a beautiful one, is no devil
Therefore, anything, I will not conclude 
But to leave you to pave your way with your mighty tools 
Therefore my wound may, one day, heal your wound 
but my deaths might not, in any way, give you all the life you consumed
Therefore I am, again, finally thoroughly away, but, regardless it all, again here to stay
Yet unworthy my words may be, and my soul, unnecessary, you may not see
Sordidly, turn on the house light 
Pretending it is, humorously, for a mere artistic sight
Then, perhaps, we could say 
That no words, at all, have been uttered 
No time, at all, has been squandered 
And no lives, at all, have been shattered
Last writing of summer 16′
28/08/2016 04:28am

Poetry -Just As Normal

Why not live with me
In the world where thinking is illegal and feeling is essential
No more will there be philosophical dilemmas or mind prisons
Just us all with our own brainless soulful flesh
Why not drown with me 
Drown deep into the cruel waters of reality with me
We could breathe out oxygen for each other and our dead souls could perhaps live
Live just as before just as normal
Just as before 
Just as normal
Why not write
Just as before just as normal with me
Before Jesus gave us salvation saving us from one hell to another
Before ice sheets melting and polar bear cubs dying
Before scientific intelligence brought stupidity to kill humanity
Before the world lost its grip against corrupt politics
Before our infants’ familiarity with misery
Before innocent children’s first bloodshed
Before you’re here 
Before you’re gone
But with me
I guess 
You would rather not
30/07/2016 05:56am

Poetry -Present

A screeching lamb on the late night tram
Not the mere 3:13am or 8:28 pm 
Rather the touch of an ill-favoured alluring scam
Mellow as the bleeding marionette with a guitar-strummed sonnet
Heavenly as weaving absolute vodka into the Werther-themed opera
Exquisite as binging 99% dark chocolate naked at mid-night tasting nothingness in bites
Brutal as the dark sunrise’s insomniac alarm and its excruciating charm
Numb until consciousness re-appears like murderous reindeers
Seal the foreign arid throat with some unused wooden craze
Bury the quickening footsteps with one eerie killing embrace
How the good old forever stayed among the delicate haze 
Without the goddamn guilt-filled government-funded charity race
12/08/2016 05:30am

Words For You, My Friend

May the sky caress you in a language we do not speak
May the clouds traverse the border of your world and ours
May the tranquility of blue complement the all-encompassing colour of your precious mind
May you rest not in peace but in the nuance of your childhood dreams and the vibrance of your everlasting words

Good night is not a tearful farewell but a mindful celebration of our togetherness and your love
Good night my friend, goodnight my dearest friend
Have the most beautiful night until the end of time and until the awaited day of our reunion

Poetry -Confession

I am a murderer
I made my soul one because death is justified for a crippled sinner
I persuaded her justice that I am one for I’ve known minds 
that cannot be truer consciousness
that cannot be gentler 


I am a reckless man slaughterer 
I stick knives into thoughts at dawn and watch the tenderness in my throat 
gradually shatter
I will threaten innocence to bleed for my emperors’ pleasure when 
freedom eventually becomes our kingdom’s ultimate censor


I am a spectator to my own crime
I kill with ignorance by seconds to the delightful rhythm of Paris’ chime
I bathe my tainted lungs with the last words of victims and
cleanse my culpable soul with blasphemous hymns 
step by step each time


I am by definition merely a human being
I robbed these words from the love letter she was 
secretly carrying
She is the culprit of  guilt accumulating glasses of apathy permeating 
the witness of sanity perishing the pandemonium’s christmas carolling 


Let us be the exact duration of time spent on nothingness
The right amount of space that allows souls to redeem sins among timelessness
We would be the irony towards the accurate amount of heartlessness
The particular dimension of void that retains sanity while it corrodes our valueless humanity

Let us become the world’s most profound silence the universe’s most correct form of silence
We would be the appropriate apathy that fills hearts with complete tranquility
The familiar indifference that paints shivering breaths with subtle rhythm
And the unknown thought that rightly accuses our body’s actions with treason

Let us be sheer existence
The existence that does not disrupt aesthetic impulsion the existence that unconsciously relates beauty to intuition
We would freely dispose emotions at the border of your soul and mine
And condemn imprecisions inaccuracies and indecisiveness as we deport existence

Let us be none of the above
I would be sinful you would be inadequate our existence would be inaccurate
But we will one day be away from the ocean’s darkness
one day escape from the labyrinth of heavy inertness
and one day be freed from such futile catharsis

29/04/2017 12:46am

//A Hymn to My Dreams//

My dreams
willingly complicate deaths in your imaginations adequately dislocates temporary meanings of existence

My dreams
cease to contain upheavals of irregular heartbeats or valleys of Shakespearean tears in the pandemoniac heat

My dreams
were on a slow train without forgotten speech
showering naked bodies with tinkling helplessness for the passing views of villages’ siege

My dreams
attempted to transform moments into permanence while ordering a massacre for words of human kind’s sentiments

My dreams
cleansed my blurry eyes with your endless sunrises
robbed the world with their light beams’ imperfections and my lampposts’ crises

My dreams
wished the moon could glisten brighter than the stars while sabotaging tranquil ancestors of the skies from afar

My dreams
imagined your toes running through the edges of the world as my throats of blood their minds of poetries unfurl

My dreams
never wrote again never dreamt again never encountered rivers that capture dying silhouettes again

Your dreams my dreams
They were never ours
She was never mine either

28/03/2017 05:37am


You are the very force situated right at the chest that knows nothing of love or hatred
Pumps out every last piece of wandering vitality and supplies infinite solitude of the sacred
swims through the space of the affinity and allow blood vessels to be cruelly invaded

You are the horrific nerves that encapsulates the vulnerable neck
everything in black that oozed out of the peculiar brains in sacks
Conglomerated around the frail torso and savour every chunk of wine like a sugar cane
Flesh torn my night sky’s tenderness felt all your mesmerising cruelty sane

You are an illness unrecognised a treaty unpromised
a human undefined
Casting random magic spells of the evil on my croaked back like a mastermind
While my knees
blindly bend in front of your imminent whispers and your invisibly-built shrines

You will be the puppet master to my sanity the abandoned child hung at the ceiling
I the ultimate ending to your
the inevitable full-stop to their final
the tranquil death towards
their heavens
god’s prisons
our pandemoniums

26/01/2017 02:49am