rebel poet

Home is an interesting and vague concept. Is it where you were born or what your genes claim? Is it where you feel safe or where you dream yourself to be? Or is it just a state of mind? Whatever it is, I feel homesick all the time. Maybe it’s the confusion. Maybe it’s the longing of a place that I haven’t found yet. Or maybe it’s just the rebel in me desiring not belong to anywhere.
—  Hira

Nefilibita- noun- Spanish and Portugese

“lit. ‘cloud walker’; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art”

head in the clouds, they tease her

the one drop of colour in a sea of grey

just because of her decision

to not be a clone, to not fall in line

she is a rebel of her own kind

although that word (rebel- noun- a person who resists any authority, control, or tradition.)

is not said in praise

the way it is said for those who we believe

resist in the right (adjective- correct in judgment, opinion, or action)  ways

head in the clouds, day dreamer, night thinker

a scattering of lines and shapes

that only make sense in her own mind

so many secrets to be unlocked

but only she holds the key

The oxygen you breathe fuels forest fires so what makes you think you’re any less formidable or captivating than the flame that swallows everything
—  d.g.

Temiz kalan tek yerdir devrim
bütün bir yıl
kirlenen duvarda
ama görebilmek için
asıldığı çividen indirilmelidir
yaprakları biten takvim
Zorbalara direnmektir devrim

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