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Fiction is more than a story.


“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
— John Green, Paper Towns

Do you know what the most beautiful side of being with you is?

To feel your heat which makes my palms sweat

even without touching your hand to mine.

Do you know what the worst side of being with you is?

To chitchat for hours in vain every time we speak

although the word “I love you” bites the tip of my tongue.

Do you know what the most exciting side of being with you is?

To think about the same thing at the same time with you.

To cry and laugh together.

And to miss you crazily even when you’re here…

Do you know what the most painful side of being with you is?

To share you with a lot of people who I never know.

And to be jealous kindly about everybody who stands by or talks to you.  

Do you know what the happiest side of being with you is?

To walk side by side on the roads

by worrying about facing with familiar people…

To get wet together in the rain just to spite the umbrella in my hand.

To wait for you with wild flowers in my hand…

To eat the same foods at the same places.

Do you know what the most romantic side of being with you is?

To tell the stars and the moon the things which I can’t tell you

in my nights without you. 

To find you in the pages of the book I read

and in every line of the songs and poems I listen to.

Do you know what the most difficult side of being with you is?

To lock up my ineffable feelings which I experience for the first time

in a boat without shovels in the middle of the hope sea

because of fearing to lose you.

To succeed keeping friends with you for years

instead of being lovers.

To walk barefoot on the sharpest side of knife.

To compress my tears on my heart instead of salt

whenever it bleeds.

Do you know what the only side effect of being with you is?

How can you know?

You were never with me.

If you were, my hands wouldn’t sweat…

I wouldn’t bite the tip of my tongue…

I wouldn’t miss you when you are near me.

I wouldn’t get jealous.

I wouldn’t be afraid of walking on the roads.

I wouldn’t get wet in the rains…

I wouldn’t pour out my troubles to the stars and the moon.

I wouldn’t get drunk like this in every song.

I wouldn’t be afraid of losing you.

I would jump into the sea from the boat with my bleeding feet…

And I would shout out you in every stroke…

But you were never with me…

Sometimes your mind was a long way off…

Sometimes your heart.

Original poem SENİNLE OLMANIN EN GÜZEL YANI

Written by CAN YÜCEL


I’m compelled to you, you can’t know

I’m keeping your name nailed in my mind

Your eyes are growing on and on

I’m compelled to you, you can’t know

I’m warming me inside with you.

Trees are getting ready for the autumn

Is this city as that former Istanbul?

Clouds are falling to pieces in the dark

Street lamps are shining suddenly

There’s a rain smell around the pavements

I’m compelled to you but you’re not here.

Loving is sometimes disgracefully scary

One gets tired in nightfall suddenly

He’s enslaved by living at the edge of the razor

Sometimes his passion breaks his hands

He takes a few lives out from his life.

Sometimes, behind any door he knocks,

He finds the nasty sough of the loneliness.

A poor gramophone is playing in Fatih

It’s a Friday of the old times

If only I listen to it continually standing at the corner

If only I bring to you an unused sky

Weeks are crumbling in my hands

Whatever I do, whatever I hold, wherever I go

I’m compelled to you but you’re not here.

Maybe you’re a blue-spotted child in June

Oh, no one knows you, no one.

A towboat is leaking from your solitary eyes

Maybe you’re getting on a plane in Yeşilköy

You’ve got completely wet, you’re feeling creepy

Maybe you are ember, you’ve been broken, and you’re in a flap

The ill wind is blowing away your hair.

Whenever I think of a living

Although it may be difficult on this table of wolves

Faultless but without dirtying our hands

Whenever I think of a living

I say “hush” and begin with your name

Your secret seas is moving within me

No, there’s no other way.

I’m compelled to you, you can’t know… 

Original Poem BEN SANA MECBURUM

Written by ATTİLA İLHAN


“Sometimes you just need to distance yourself from people. If they care, they’ll notice. If they don’t, you know where you stand.”







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