26 Mayıs 2008 Pazartesi
Biraz önce eski defterleri karıştırırken yazdığım bir şiiri buldum. Tarih 11 Ocak 1998. 9,5-10 yaşlarındayım. İşte ağaçlarla ilgili yazdığım şiir:
Dolap, kitap yaparlar,
O güzelim ağaçlar,
Heba olur boşu boşuna
Oysa faydaları çoktur.
Bütün dünya yok olur.
Onları kullanmasını bilelim.
Boşa heba etmeyelim.
[ virgülüne kadar aynı :) ]
24 Mayıs 2008 Cumartesi
Wishing and praying... Pleading with someone who wasn't
there.. "make it stop make it stop".
Her eyes were red. How long had she been crying? 2 hours?
3 hours? She didn't know. Tears were freezing on her
cheeks. She got closer to the candle. The shining candle was
the only proof that somebody was living in that shack. She
heard a cough behind her, then a sound of movement. Her
mother should have been turning backwards in bed. At least
that was showing her mother was still alive. However Alisa
knew that she will have gone soon. The illness was
spreading amongst her cells and made her worse day by day.
She got up and hold the candle, then glide towards the bed
and placed it next to it. There was only one bed in the tiny
shack. Alisa had been sleeping on the rotten floors for
2 years, since her mother got sick.
She looked down her mom with pity and misery. Her pale face
was paler compared to yesterday. How long had she had? A
day? A month? Tears started falling on her cheeks again.
"Please" she wispered to the darkness, "have mercy..."
Everything had started 5 years ago. Alisa had had a good family;
a father who doted on her and a mother who loved her more
than anything. Her father was a fisherman. He had a boat
with a crew. He had earned well. At least he had earned
enough to get fresh food to the table everyday. When Alisa was
just 7, he had an accident and passed away. To go on with the
life was no different from being tortured. They had no money
at all. Alisa's mother had to take care of his daughter. She
had worked as maid for nearly 3 years till she got sick. They
moved into a filthy, neglected and tiny shack. Their life was
never like it used to be.
Alisa had fallen asleep with a wide smile, thinking of her dad
and games they had played with...
When she woke up, everything was the same, it was no like her
dream. Her mother was asleep, Alisa checked her breathing,
thanks to god she was still alive. She hold the lighting candle
and take it with herself to the other side of the room, it was so
dark because there was no window. Alisa put the candle on to
the rotten counter. She took the rusty knife and tried to cut off
the moldy bread, which was as hard as a boulder, with awkward
hands. Suddenly she pulled her hand with agony. She had cut
her hand. When she put her finger to the cut on her hand, she
saw it out of the corner of her eye: the candle had been put out.
She didn't know how to say but she knew that something was
terribly wrong. She turned to her mom with a sudden move
and saw her body moved no more. Alisa approached her body
like a sleepwalker. She stopped right infront of her. Her eyes
gazed her mother's white face. Then she started to cry like mad,
screaming and yelling, yelling, yelling...
18 Mayıs 2008 Pazar
Şampiyonuz uleeeeeeeeeeeee :D:D Cimbomum yine sevindirdi bizi! Ezik fb de çıldırsın artık kıskançlıktan! Çıldırııın çıldırııın çıldırııın çıldırıınn aslanlar sahadaaa tribünler ayaktaaaa sarı kırmızıylaa hiç bitmez bu sevdaa!!! Öyle milyon dolarlık futbolcu almakla olmuyor bu şampiyonluk. Önce ruh olması lazım. Takımın kenetlenmesi lazım. İşte galatasarayımda bu var. Fenerde şimdiye kadar hiç olmadı böyle bir şey. SOnuç olarak şampiyonluğu biz hak etmiştik, bizim de oldu zaten.
Elle kolla değil bilekle
Parayla pulla değil yürekle
HER ZAMAN HER YERDE EN BÜYÜK CİMBOM!!!
6 Mayıs 2008 Salı
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
Bazen ne yapsanız da olmuyor. Eskisi gibi olması için çabalıyorsun; ama o kıvılcımı geri getiremiyorsun. Ayrılmaktan başka çare kalmıyor malesef...
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Sabahlara kadar ağlamanın bir çözüm getirmeyeceğini bilmek ne acı değil mi? O artık yok hayatında... Olmayacak da bir daha... Kaybettin artık onu, gitti sonsuza kadar. O senin her şeyindi, hayatındı... Yaşama sebebindi, umudundu... Onunla birlikte her şey gitti, hepsi bitti, yok oldu. Kalbinin sıkışması, nefes alamamak...Bundan kötüsü var mıdır ki?..
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Çok aşık olduğunda, karşındakini bırakamadığında, ondan vazgeçmek zorunda olmak.. Ölüm bu olsa gerek...
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
Hayır işte öğrenemiyorsun hatalarından bazen... Ağlamaktan başka şey gelmiyor elden...