Istanbul 11

Your happiness fulfills mine

Your sadness aches my chest

Wherever we stand in life

Whatever city we’re in

It makes no difference now

The thought of your face

Brings back every memory

Our moments flash

Before my eyes

And your voice passes through me

Like a sword between my ribs


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Istanbul 1 - The Seraph

The times I sat

And thought of you

I burned angels

Across continents

Waited out your long shifts

To see your face

I watch these ancient waves

I do nothing else all day


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A 10 minute writing exercise I did during a flight through Anatolia.


Inspired by an air hostess.



TURKISH AIRLINES


Gökçe Şimşek

You sent a bolt of lightning

Through my tired heart

I watch your gazelle-eyed glances

Inspect the cabin

I watch your expressions

Your smile

As you greet passengers

The way you stowed those bags

Took my breath away

You dark hair looks beautiful in that bun

I’m worried I might never witness

The moment you let it down

Soft as silk

I saw you a total of 27 times on this 55 minute flight

We spoke a total of 6 sentences to each other

I adored the seconds you smiled at me

Your eyes like a dark coffee

Flowing into my soul

I know nothing about you

I want to fly Turkish Airlines

For the rest of my days

So that I might see you again

Gökçe Şimşek

You’re an Angel at 27,000 feet

The skies are yours

In my cramped and claustrophobic condition

You’ve become the queen of my heart

Everyone is freezing on this plane

But my heart is on fire for you

I’ve been assaulted

With an aesthetic experience

Why is it always me

Finding things I should never have seen

39adamstrand:

“Whenever I’ve tried to free my life from a set of circumstances that continually oppress it, I’ve been instantly surrounded by other circumstances of the same order, as if the inscrutable web of creation were irrevocably at odds with me.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via poeticsofdeath)