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iconoclasm -16.03.17-
See the thorns as they
splinter my ribcage
I beg no longer
for a helping hand
don't remove them,sir
don't remove them, maam
I'm good. I swear.
Tell them how you
really feel.
I don't
the Turkish side
of my mind keeps a
tight lid on everything
silently calling everything
a
son of a whore
fuck this,
fuck that
He said
my foreign
was beautiful
he traced my lips
with poison
my throat traced heights
to reach a God he didn't believe in.
(I fell off the top
of that castle
I am not worthy
I know this now)
A year ago
I met a guy
he was by all
accounts the kind of
Turk I thought I'd marry
courteous; prouder than me;
beautiful.
His name means
first moon.
We got political
I had him in my
spiderweb
of a palm
I told him
God doesn't answer
my pleas anymore.
He asked if I believed in Heaven
I said 'Maybe, but I am not going to end up there,
see.. i'm one of his worthless servants because
I don't bow...'
Gavur
Gavur
GAVUR
I'm not an infidel, brother
I just don't believe in
entities, deities, the
all powerful.
but you believe in heaven?
I remember nodding
I lied to him then
and
he freed me
thinking
I was
lost to the ways
of another home.
I am lost
just not in the
way he believes I am
He opened his heart
to a girl who could never
sing from the same
hymn-book
but would have gladly learnt
how and why
if he wanted more.
He asked me recently
whether I plan to visit
Home Him A place I miss.
'Maybe' i'd said.
Maybe...
splinter my ribcage
I beg no longer
for a helping hand
don't remove them,sir
don't remove them, maam
I'm good. I swear.
Tell them how you
really feel.
I don't
the Turkish side
of my mind keeps a
tight lid on everything
silently calling everything
a
son of a whore
fuck this,
fuck that
He said
my foreign
was beautiful
he traced my lips
with poison
my throat traced heights
to reach a God he didn't believe in.
(I fell off the top
of that castle
I am not worthy
I know this now)
A year ago
I met a guy
he was by all
accounts the kind of
Turk I thought I'd marry
courteous; prouder than me;
beautiful.
His name means
first moon.
We got political
I had him in my
spiderweb
of a palm
I told him
God doesn't answer
my pleas anymore.
He asked if I believed in Heaven
I said 'Maybe, but I am not going to end up there,
see.. i'm one of his worthless servants because
I don't bow...'
Gavur
Gavur
GAVUR
I'm not an infidel, brother
I just don't believe in
entities, deities, the
all powerful.
but you believe in heaven?
I remember nodding
I lied to him then
and
he freed me
thinking
I was
lost to the ways
of another home.
I am lost
just not in the
way he believes I am
He opened his heart
to a girl who could never
sing from the same
hymn-book
but would have gladly learnt
how and why
if he wanted more.
He asked me recently
whether I plan to visit
Home Him A place I miss.
'Maybe' i'd said.
Maybe...
Published 16th Mar 2017
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17th Mar 2017 12:07pm
You are such a fantastic writer ^^. I believe we all need to believe in something. You should never feel not good enough for heaven. Religion to me is a whole lot of wrong...haha. If you are a kind soul then you are worth heaven :-)
17th Mar 2017 12:54pm
Thank you for your comments and thoughts on this piece. Your comments are of utmost value! :) 🤗
I have laid in the fields of this one, under the
skies of imageries and concepts and feelings
- conquer'd
Therefore I am
LOOOVEE IT
You're vastly growing on me
-Howlings
skies of imageries and concepts and feelings
- conquer'd
Therefore I am
LOOOVEE IT
You're vastly growing on me
-Howlings
