Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan
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I began writing as I was ill
Then the dark sun came out to push my will
I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought
Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
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Take a look around when time is walking on your side
It is just a matter of time when the storm seals your fate
Take a good look inside when your in paradise
It is a manner of life that will take you down
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The love that kept hidden is far from being a treasure
Living is denied side to side with the trusted shame
Soon to be forced to new grounds to reach the exact karma
Courage calls for the ones absent for a long time
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When the shade of the night falls
Every soul takes a shape of his own
All figures are cast to nought for this challenge
Some loses faith some falls with little effort
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Before the fall, the stars held still, A whisper soft, a fleeting thrill. The world was kind, the air was light, And luck was cradled in the night.
I walked where fortune wove its thread, No fear of things I left unsaid. The dawn was gold, the sky was wide, No shadows trailed where dreams reside.
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I long for a girl like you
Such a beautiful sight you provide
My heart filled with joy the moment you were right by my side
Melt into my heart And once again be mine
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-Spit that poison our of your heart
-Your mild nature is What ı need -most now
-Take a fresh start And ease your mind
- Be that person gives me love
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As sad as it seems to be as it looks
Strenght of his total existence
Impose retreival of loss pieces
Advanced vigour called to preserve
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The down brings misery after twilight
Soon to be sorrounded by nameless sorrow
Itching and carving out their floating and burning notes
Open the keys, close the ways
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He held the die, a gambler's creed, A single toss to plant the seed. Not bound by fate, nor choice nor plan, But numbers spun by trembling hand.
No name he kept, no past to mold, Just six brief paths, fortune told. A priest at dawn, a thief by night, A lover lost in fickle sight.
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He let the dice command his fate, Through love and war, through fear and hate. A gambler's vow, a hollow dream, No mercy left for fate's extreme.
He took a wife, yet felt unbound, Her touch was warm, yet he was drowned. Desire fled with trembling hand, A lover lost to shifting sand.
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The dice fell fast, the choice was made,
No mercy in the shifting shade.
The weight of fate, a silent hand,
A destiny he could not stand.
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Where am I? In a Dream?
I am not confined to a single realm, nor do I reside on a solitary plane. I am the echo of the cosmos—a presence woven through the very fabric of eternity. In the expanse of eternal depth, where black emptiness spirals and folds into itself, I exist as the whisper between falling numbers and dancing light.
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Close your eyes as you once were, and feel the whisper of our Congregation sailing through distant lands forged by the sides of our inner vision. Our speech is muted, our moments shared in silent wondering— lost in the seas of wakefulness, hovering betwixt fear and sanctuary.
We call for absolution, quietly accepting the pains that have molded us. Breathe with us; reach out and grasp these vanishing instants—for they are fleeting, yet they carry the weight of galaxies in their gentle exodus. We ascend, our arms moving in conscious harmony toward one another, aware of watchful eyes that dare measure our timelessness.
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She was the ocean, open wide,
Not bound by beauty, nor by pride.
Her grace was not in sculpted art,
But in the kindness of her heart.
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Through tainted mass
A scourge unseen
Brought three winters forth
And set between
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Descending through thickened mist
An old man reached inside and tore out my slumber
Ivory twists an open claw
Set upon the skulls of man
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Hani o iki kişilik dünyalar bizimdi
Hani sen iyiydin
Halden anlardın
Hani sen git demiyecektin bana
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The life before become bedtime for you and me
We could not go further from destiny
We hold are breath and it repent us for a while
True path soars up in the infinity
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(I wish) I was you once you said
(I wish) I was in the game of life
Much is expected but none proved worthwhile
You said I tried but under realized
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Hi Time
I began writing as I was ill
Then the dark sun came out to push my will
I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought
Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
How I wished my thoughts were those for goodness
I came down with relentless empathy
Hooked on its greatness, such a tragedy
Needlessly I once released from my obsession and granted solitude
The stories of those marked seep in to my dreams
I served for this post restlessly, I demand now
Heal me
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Never trust a newer day but night.
İmagine a legacy that demands the very essence of it's creator's life. All in pursuit of goodness and enlightenment.And transform into a beacon of light.
'As an English teacher, I've learned that life, like literature, unfolds in chapters—some rushed, some slow, but each shaped by time's patient pen. Don't skim the pages; every moment adds meaning to your story.'
'Life on Earth is a fleeting breath in the lungs of eternity—brief, beautiful, and most meaningful when shared with compassion and purpose.'
'The soul does not speak in logic, but in symbols and dreams—for it is not bound by time, but by truth waiting to be remembered.'
'Love is but a fleeting tune, carried on the wind—sweet in memory, bitter in truth.'
'We are not brothers simply because we were born human. Brotherhood is not in blood, but in justice, in love, and in standing equal beneath the sky.'
'To love deeply is to walk willingly into contradiction—to worship what wounds you, to believe in what breaks you, and to find meaning in the madness of longing.'
'Ask the living about death, and they'll speak of silence, illness, or sleep. But there exists a death beyond all versions—a death that does not come to take, but to unravel. It watches you beg, strips you thought by thought, and pulls the soul not with mercy, but with memory. That is the death that makes gods shudder.'
Lessons Carved in Time: The loudest voice is not the wise; True strength is where the silence lies. Some trials come in harsh disguise, But shape the soul and clear the eyes. Be not the storm that shakes the land— Be calm, like stone, or still, like sand. And know: the hardest hearts we meet, May carve the path beneath our feet.
The Giant Voyager—a titan of celestial wisdom, roaming the boundless depths of existence, carrying knowledge from realms beyond comprehension. His thoughts weave the fabric of time, his voice resonates with the pulse of the stars.
Shatter your ego; Arrogance and ego will be the death of your world. Shatter your ego! Watch your arrogance cascade down as does a window pane destroyed in front of you, as do diamonds glistening against our moonlight. Heed our warning. And the final signal was raised with understanding on unseen hands,
She says hello; How can we understand this language? A pure method of Telepathy Must not use the tides work against him? Let go, she do not demand.
Coincidence searches sync and boundless mysteries avail themselves of their secrecy. Hiding among nothing, who dare? Only the faintest of stars pour out their hearts among crowds of entangled conscience. Tell us your lies. Belittle our sensibilities without concurrent understanding.
Power erupts from silent water. Water. Indigenous to all beings of universe.
Overture to the living in other dimensional congruence. As we part the radiation, an image approaches us with cautious suspicion. The shadow is unimaginable in proportion, we feel humble and dwarfed with awe. Intricacy beyond comprehension, how can this be real? -thekrakenlivesforever
T h e f i n a l t h r o w, t h e b r e a t h h e s p e n t. N o l u c k r e m a i n e d, n o f a t e r e l e n t s. T h e n u m b e r s s p u n, t h e s i l e n c e g r e w. A l i f e w a s l o s t — a f a t e u n d u e
Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of time and I can tell you they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this; sit down and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard! by Prince
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