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gecewald · 5 months
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“What is something that you can break without keeping it?”
“-a heart”
“-a promise”
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gecewald · 5 months
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Artık uyu
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gecewald · 10 months
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I missed the silent conversations we used to make by only looking at each other’s eyes when we were silent but there were screams coming through our eyes and soul and I guess they were right when say the eyes are mirrors to the souls of each one
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gecewald · 10 months
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gecewald · 10 months
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reading smut in public without showing an ounce of emotion like the lady that I am
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gecewald · 10 months
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"Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself."
The Collected Works, Franz Kafka
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gecewald · 10 months
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Sneaking to rooftop at midnight, smoking the stars while thinking of you. Getting dejevu as watching the sky , our little chats behind my mind try to suffocate my soul. I’m loading off the gun of words that you shot me once…
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gecewald · 10 months
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If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing
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gecewald · 1 year
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The Young Martyr, 1855 - oil on canvas. — Paul Delaroche (French, 1797-1856) aqua-regia009 art edits
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gecewald · 1 year
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Garden Of Woe
I’m trying to hold on a rose filled with thorns
even though it bleeds me to death.
I can’t feel the pain anymore
maybe it’s because I’m used to it
but maybe because I’m so close to death.
The rose’s smell gives me life
It returns the soul it took just like a silent apology
I can feel the pain now
Am I healing or is the pain that I ignored ,too much to ignore anymore?
I made you my temple, my sky
Now I’m begging for a pray that shows your love
They expected me to find another garden
But how could I find, when I still have the smell of your garden on me?
Your are out there building other worlds now
But where am I?
Don’t want no other shade of blue
But you
No other sadness in the world
Would do
I’m the ash from your garden fire
No past, no reason why
Just you and me and maybe this is the last time I’m asking you to be
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gecewald · 2 years
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I can write a whole essay about the secret history,
It’s my holy book now. I’ll do a re-read in a month.
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gecewald · 2 years
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gecewald · 2 years
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“You don’t know me, you don’t even know yourself.” He demands, oh how much it hurts that it’s true. I don’t even know myself how could I possibly know you? But no, you and me, me and you, we’re the same. I am you, you are me. So yes I know myself because, I do know you.
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gecewald · 2 years
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Their souls were familiar yet their body's were unfamiliar just as much…
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gecewald · 2 years
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Sometimes home is a person they said, then why did you left me homeless?
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gecewald · 2 years
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You, go talk to the stars,
Tell them my mistakes,
Tell them how much you love me,
Tell them how much it hurts,
I’ll dive into dreams,
Let me find wisdom in them.
“Don’t hurt your heart” you said,
Without knowing it’s too late.
Guilt,
I asked myself, what kind of feeling is it?
I found the answer again in myself.
Is this love, is this pity?
I don’t know the answer.
Now you go talk the stars,
I’ll go talk to my dreams,
Maybe we both can find the answer,
Are we halfway through or,
Are our story is finished?
Do we deserve a new chapter?
A white clean page to continue our story,
We should ask ourselves,
Do I deserve you, you should ask yourself,
Now go, talk to the stars,
Let them curse me,
For protect you from falling into same mistakes
But would you listen to them this time?
Would you do that to me?
I don’t know,
Could you do that to the little girl,
Who doesn’t know her own feelings yet?
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gecewald · 2 years
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Gidip yıldızlarla konuş sen hatalarımı anlat
onlara,
Söyle ne kadar sevdiğini,
Söyle ne kadar acıttığını.
Rüyalara dalayım ben,
Akıl bulayım onlardan.
Yıpratma kalbini dedin,
Bilmeden çok geç olduğunu.
Suçluluk,
Nasıl bir duygu diye sordum kendime,
Yine buldum cevabı kendimde.
Aşk mı bu,sevgi mi,acıma mı?
Bilemiyorum cevabını.
Sen şimdi yıldızlarla konuş,
Ben rüyalarımla,
Belki buluruz cevabını ikimiz,
Yarım mı kaldık yoksa,
Bitti mi hikayemiz?
Yeni bir sayfayı hak ediyor muyuz?
Sormalıyız kendimize,
Ben hak ediyor muyum seni,
Sormalısın kendine.
Şimdi konuş yıldızlarla,
Onlar bana belalar etsin,
Aynı hatalara düşmenden korumak için,
Ama dinler misin ki onları bu sefer?
Kıyar mısın ki sen bana?
Bilemiyorum.
Kıyabilir misin daha kendi hislerini bilmeyen,
Küçük kıza?
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