(from "The Age Of Peace")

(from "Velleity")

Maybe you're right,

I would have to liberate myself from them.

A mere velleity, a little hope, that suffice for me,

but among you, with you, I also might have to make something of my life.

(from "Social Animals")

What's the most depressing is

To hear hopeful words

From their feigned concern;

If they don't see with their own eyes

They never believe or even

Imagine something in you

And if you hurry to dance

To their tune to shut their mouths

They eventually fail to contain

Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.

(from "What the Azure Smoke Tells Me") sunlight which was so bright that could draw in bloods from vampires' lips with their curses

(from "fragments of ennui")

grains of white dust, stickily settled on the void

floundering flies, trapped in the air

red bones and damp wet soil

the black nail, cursing its own death

yellow lumps of fat, morbidly

poured into the drain

the caprice of flies and the malice of spiders

the only things that smile at us

in the void on the blade

the power of anxiety, a deadly greed that melts

the brain, among them, what blue anxiety

likes the most, air and resistance

admiration and contempt, something like love and hate,

something like the foolish youthful heart

toward a beast living only on instinct

ideas and trivial jokes

reality, illusions, delusions, ideals

compassion, denial, turning away, darkness

regret, death, loss, past, faith, distrust, doubt

an empty black mouth like the whitened

cloudy eyes of a turtle

Fire, sea, fall.

the sea, always the abject of fear

not even a handful of void

did the sea allow

(from "a candlelight") there's a candlelight in my heart that always precariously flickers with their own eyes with their own blue lines it's a meaningless world for truth say their own eyes, say their own blue lines, but my candlelight would never flicker like this ravingly if they're right

(from "a cave")

a cave

with lively bats

those covetous eyes

fat sly claws

greenish bellies

full of sour old pride

vice

or stupidity

the only knife

that can be embedded in their hearts

(from "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,

(from "The Color Theory") I'd rather open my eyes, look at the light and bring the paper back which I threw it far away savor the childish splendor I couldn't understand why they were getting so upset

(from "the most stale and old value")

what people are passionate about

is the most stale and old value

now the absolute truth left for them

is only what they hate the most

a swarm of infested maggots

over the rotting bodies

over their unpleasantly cold bodies

because

their deaths would be most immoral

(from "Hypocrite") With the scent of earth, a hint of spring rises again, with some anxiety, my mind begins to be chased, with warm expectation, intolerant Christians begin again prancing around the streets, ringing the bell for the season of the party, with their selfish, indifferent ignorance, which disguised as something grievously ordinary.