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Istanbulthe cracks in the walls of Istanbul purge
themselves of cowardice every full moon.
the apprehension seeps into the atmosphere
and into my skin, tanning it just the right shade of confusion.

i want to strip the city of its 1000 mosques
and crumble them to rubble.
their divine majesty whispers tu es sofia - you are wise.

and my teeth can't take this anymore,
the way the mortar between the bricks
reminds me of mistakes that only i took
the time to notice.

je ne suis pas sofia - i am not wise.
i am chattel chartered between each of Istanbul's bending limbs;
i am not practiced in the art of forgiveness.
you cannot take me places.

i aIstanbul3 months ago in Free Verse

TurkeyxReader- Race through IstanbulTurkeyxReader- Race through Istanbul

I do not own Hetalia. Full credit of Hetalia goes to Hidekaz Himaruya.
However I do own this story and I would appreciate your comments on this. Thanks for reading

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A hot breeze caressed your skin as you walked through the crowded streets of Istanbul, Turkey. You were visiting Adnan Sadiı, better known as the nation of Turkey. "So, where's that house of his?", you asked yourself stroking a bang of (h/c) hair out of your face. Clueless you looked at the map in your other hanTurkeyxReader- Race through Istanbul1 year ago in Short Stories

I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBULI AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hI AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL5 months ago in Concrete Poetry

TurkeyXReader AC Revelations

It was just a normal Saturday afternoon and you were bored out of your mind. Bored out of your mind as in, you're about to jump out your window just to see what would happen. You live in an apartment on the tenth floor. Yeah, that's how bored you were.

"Ughh... So bored! There's nothing to do," you trail off as your phone goes off playing "I'm Sexy and I Know It". You laugh as you pick it up, automatically knowing who set it as theirs. "Hey. Someone who's bored out of her mind speaking. What's up, Sadiq?" you say to your friend, *coughcough* crush *coughcough*, the personification of Turkey.

"Hey, (Name). Guess what?" Turkey said exciTurkeyXReader AC Revelations1 year ago in Short Stories

IstanbulKartpostallarınla öpüşmeden duramıyorum
İstanbul
Sen ne biçim mastürbasyonsun

Benzer kaygılarla sevdiklerimizin üzerine boşalıyoruz
O rahatlama bana hiç gelmiyor
İstanbul

Muayyen günlerin sancılı şehri
Tarih mi kokuyorsun
Bok mu kokuyorsun
Çok mu hastalık geçirdin çocukken
Neden bu kadar küçük kaldın
Koca İstanbul

Bacaklarını aralamış boğazın iki yanı
Bakıp bakıp iç geçiriyorum
İstanbul
Sen kaçırılmış fırsaIstanbul3 years ago in Free Verse

Last Day In IstanbulThe muddled sound of indistinct voices were the first signs he was regaining consciousness. The welling pain in his back soon overtook. Carter came to slowly, and the more his brain awoke the more he resisted; sleep, for whatever reason it occurs, is blessedly peaceful.

Not dead then, he thought. That was possibly good. If you're alive, you have a chance of escape. If you're dead, you've already done so. For the last time. He forced himself to remain quite still against the sharp pangs that were increasing somewhere just below his shoulders. He had to think.

How had he got here? And where was 'here'? He was sure he'd made the right choice iLast Day In Istanbul4 years ago in General Fiction

Afyon Ru'yasiAFYON RÜ'YASI

Bu gece çok fena
Çocukluğum geliyor aklıma
Özlediğim her şey oluveriyorsun
Yapma!

Salıncağımda oturuyorsun
Dedemin kucağında sen varsın
Bahçedeki kedilerime mama vermişsin
Bahçeye gömdüğüm ormanı
Ucube masallarımı
Jilet çöreklerimi bulmuşsun
Yaralarımı görmüşsün
Yapma!

Bu gece en mahfuz
En esrarlı kapılarım aralık
Ceryan yapıyor ciğerlerim
Çok içmişim

Bu gece
Bir afyon kahvesi kadar ağ&Afyon Ru'yasi4 years ago in Free Verse

DÜŞ !

Bir sokağın köşesinde bir gün
Yüzün düşer avuçlarıma
Bulutlar düşer
Tutsak ağaçlar vardır
Onların gölgesi düşer
Bir kent rüzgarının öfkesi
Martıların çığlıkları düşer
Yırtar
Deler geçer ellerimi
Martılar düşer
Kalbinin titrek ritmi, seyrelir düşer

Bir sokağın kalabalık kuytusunda bir gün
Kocaman ve oğul oğul sıkışmış kalpler vardır
Yürek yürek
S&#Dus4 years ago in Free Verse

Muazzam bir hızla semadayım
Göğün dibine doğru
Düşüyorum

Ellerim bulut içinde.

Uçmak diyor bazıları bu yaptığıma
Ama ben biliyorum;
Yukarıya doğru
Düşüyorum.

Buradan bakınca koca İstanbul çakırkeyif,
Zıpçıktı bir rakı bardağı kırılmış batıyor ciğerine
Meyhaneler, barlar marlar kan revan.
Galata’nın başı dumanlı,
Sokakları serseri sidiğine boyalı
Ve yerlerde sürünüyor sohbetli kavgalar,
ZaDip4 years ago in Surrealism

Ket-um anifestoSen petşopların vitrininde
Süslü ve fiyakalı van kedisi
Bense çöplükte bir sokak kedisi

Adım Bekir,
Üstüm başım leş gibi kir
Yemler ikinci el, kelepir
Cinsimse sadece tekir...

Bizim alemde manitalar var
Alternatif ve kreatif,
Senin kafesteyse bir tek sağ patin
Tek rakibi sol patin

Ruhum hur, vücudum gür
Özgürüm özgür
Özgürlük nedir bilir misin?
Bilemezsin...
Ama yine iyisin
Hep sevilir, beslenirsin..

Onların gözünde siz şeker
Biz yoldan çıkmış teker
Onlar siziKet-um anifesto5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ADIM iSTANBULADIM İSTANBUL

Hüzün dolu çiçekler açtı gözlerim bu sabah
penceremin perdesi sarı
dışarıya uzattım, dağınık, kızıl beyaz saçlarımı
Küçük bir kız çocuğuyla göz göze geldik
Ne bakıyorsun der gibi asice bakıyordu yüzüme
Sonrada kağıt toplayan babasının ve abisinin ellerine
Utandım, hemen çektim gözlerimi küçük kızın gözlerinden
Abisinin koluna girdi yürüdü dimdik basarak büyümüş çocuk
Yağmur yağıyordu
Eşarplı kadınlar rengarenk şemsiyelerinden
iniyorlardı sıkıADIM iSTANBUL6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

IstanbulIstanbul #1

In the bright market the fishes gleam

amongst barrels of saffron, grain, coarse salt and cinammon;

men offer me dark looks, curls of smoke,

candied roses, hammered silver, turquoise--

the skull of John the Baptist, on sea-colored silk, lies

filigreed in gold and ruby, afterthoughts of emerald and amethyst:

75 carats of diamond, pink sandstone spat upon in reverence by pharoahs--

curved blades pearl-limned, marble sliced stained-glass thin:

in the mosque, behind screens carved of walnut heart,

I might prostrate myself, touch my forehead to carpet

woven of dust, woven of skin, of the beard-hairs of Muhammed

of the verseIstanbul9 years ago in Free Verse

Istanbul - Belgesel Gosterimi

"4857" Belgeselinin ilk gösterimi 12 Haziran Perşembe günü 21.30'da BEYOĞLU SİNEMASI'NDA...

16 Haziran grevinin arifesinde, ekonomik büyümenin, esnek çalıştırmanın, iş kazalarının ve direnişin isimlerinden biri haline gelen Tuzla Tersaneler Bölgesi'ne "dört bir yandan bakan", duyan, dâhil olan "4857" filmini izleyin... Gösterim ertesinde belgeselin yönetmenleri ile bir söyleşi gerçekleştirilecektir.

4857
Documentary BELGESEL 2008 33'
TÜRKÇE/ ENGLISH SUBTITLE

Tuzla Mezarlığı, TersanelerIstanbul - Belgesel Gosterimi5 years ago in Articles & Interviews

Last Night In IstanbulThe tourist gets wrapped up in the city; it smothers him in a blanket of sights, sounds, smells. Overwhelmed, he is lost everywhere he goes. Dazed in the darkness of its nightlife, or staggering through the incomprehensible pitch-black of mid-day confusion. Easy prey for so many predators.

But here is no tourist. Here is Carter. A man who has learned just how to blend in without appearing to do so. The right balance of presence and nonchalance. The street urchins ignore him, as do the police. He is just another non-entity in a sea of more attractive things. Precisely what is needed.

The cafe is crowded tonight, as usual. Whether it is an exLast Night In Istanbul4 years ago in General Fiction

Elimi uzatsam Ilık bir kış günü, güneş gökte parlıyor. Kızgın bir yel bağırıyor üzerime. İnce paltomu delip geçiyor, ciğerlerimi dolduruyor. Saçarlım özgür, her biri bir tarafa dağılıyor. Mutlu bir gün, elimi uzatsam güneşi tutacağım. Ben yürüyorum, dünya ayaklarımın altından dönüyor. Ben duruyorum, gece oluyor. Balık olup aya çıkıyorum. Emek sinemasının yanında bir çocuk akordeon çalıyor. NElimi uzatsam5 years ago in General Fiction

You Are My Istanbul7 years ago in Free Verse

AliasThe world knows I am rich. The world knows I am powerful. The world knows I am dangerous. I know that I am alone.

He walked without purpose, slapping damp purple Keds into puddles as he went. There was a cloak about his shoulders, but it wasn't a magnificent one; rather, it had a rough edge at the hem - or lack thereof - that he had sheared when he grew tired of trampling himself.

The only last remaining clues to his wealth were those shoes. They had released these "commoner's canvas" shoes not long ago, but the price tag was still rather hefty for the average factory worker's salary. But only just. He could not stoop so low as to clothe hiAlias3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

APH Poem - .:Hagia Sophia:.

In a land of myths and mountains, ocean and sky
A land of strength, wisdom and warrior's cry
The clash of powers under the Twice-Holy Dome
A confrontation unfolding like in some ancient tome

The white and the blue; wielding her noble cross
Battered and broken, half of an empire since lost.
The white and the red; a rising strong in the east
The lands razed in conquest only add to his feast.

Waning fast, this pinnacle of faith and power
Defending her children until the final hour
Endured; as the onslaught ever advanced
Faltered: as any gamble could not be chanced

Aloft in the air the shining blade was raised
Her people beaten back;APH Poem - .:Hagia Sophia:.3 years ago in Free Verse

Siirime degdi dunya - M.Mungan

(...)
insanlar!
bir gün ben de yaşamıştım aranızda
hepsi bu kadar
lekem yoksa, izim kalmamışsa,
bir tortu bile değilsem hafızanızda
yine de güzeldi her şey
şiirime değdi dünya
elli yıl, eteğimdeki taşlar

Eteğimdeki Taşlar
Murathan MunganSiirime degdi dunya - M.Mungan2 years ago in Free Verse

Simdi... SFA

Şimdi Sevişme Vakti

Çı plak heykeller yapmalıyım,
Çırılçı plak heykeller
Nefis rüyalarınız için
Ey önünden geçen ak sakallı kasketli,
Yırtık mintanından adaleleri gözüken
Dilenci
Sana önce
Şiirlerin tadını
Aşkların tadını
Kitaplardan tattırmalıyım
Resimlerden duyurmalıyım. Resimlerden...

Şu oğlan çocuğuna bak
Fırça sallıyor
Kokmuş manifaturacının ayağına
DörtyüzbinSimdi... SFA5 years ago in Free Verse

Martı kanı çisiyor üzerimize
Bir garip, ürkek yağmur indiriyor,
Asude.
Ayın efsunlu damlaları, yağıyor soframızdaki kadehe…

Uyandırmadan geceye düşen titrek gölgesini ayın,
Kurumlu ciğerlerimize küfrettiren
Ve derin
Bir nefeste, yüzüyoruz Boğaz’ı…
Bizler kederli şehrin boynundaki inci,
Bizler bir avuç yorgun ve kırık sedef parçası,
Martının kanadındaki, akşamdan kalma sabah yeli,
Bizler şişede balık,
Bizler, bir kederli Münir Mehtap5 years ago in Free Verse

Story of their Wrong DemocracySome of Democracy.. lot of unjustice
some of Truth... lot of Lies
Some of Love... lot of Hate

this is their civilization of our 21th century...
just a story of their Wrong Democracy..

read some of the pain flooded above
try to feel with out judgement
sorry because the article is soooo much long, it's a long story of their wrong democracy..Story of their Wrong Democracy6 years ago in Articles & Interviews

The boat across the Bosphurus (Reader x Kaiya)

You hurry your pace towards the ticket booth. You insert your coin, and went and sat down on a bench.
"Phew! I'm not late. Thank goodness..." You thought, as you opened up your bag and ruffled through it. When you found what you were looking for, you brought out your favorite manga: (Manga's name). You flick through the pages until you found true bookmark. You held the bookmark in one hand as you continued where you'd stopped. The boat would arrive much later, so you had time to enjoy the new chapter! It was very quiet, and you absorbed the sound of waves lapping against the shore. The seagulls chattered through the light mist that engulfed tThe boat across the Bosphurus (Reader x Kaiya)4 months ago in Short Stories

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