A W.A.R.M. Poem


When you feel cold inside

Lonely and blinded

Lost in this tunnel without any light

We will share our warmth with you

Let you know we are all the same

On this stage we call life


Suffering too

But we will hold your hands

And we will march together

In this tunnel without any light


I promise you

One day you will see

The meaning behind our destiny

One day,

it will all makes sense to you

one day,

you will feel the warmth surrounding you

like it always has been



Our pain is anonymous

Our struggle is anonymous

Our names are anonymous

Our existence is anonymous


But that is only for today

One day,

Our pain will transform in to the starry night

of Van gogh’s beauty

our colors

will be so vivid that it ignites fire in the heart of others


one day,

our struggle will be no more

our past will be known

it will no longer be anonymous

it’s name will be bravery


one day,

our names will be told

for we are the ones that stand straight

when our worlds are crumbling


for we are the ones that love

as many people as we can

along the way


for we

are the ones

that never stop reaching out


one day,

our existence will shine as the light

at the end of other people’s tunnels

our existence will leave traces of footsteps

for the lost ones to follow

and one day,

they will find their paths too



Side by side, we are not alone

No matter what it was like before

It will be like that no more


Picking up the pieces of yesterday

Together we complete

the most complicated puzzles in the world

broken pieces glued back together

joint effort

we find our lost selves

rediscovering dignity that we thought disappeared

reinforcing the strength that was hidden deep inside


together, we see our destiny

together, we conquer

together, we support each other

together, we build our own stories

together, we are no longer alone



we see your true mentality

not the mask you wear

painted by society


with us, you can take your mask off safely

with us, we are connected mentally

with us, we will support you unconditionally

with us, you can be the you

that you have always meant to be


women anonymous reconnecting mentally,


We are free from society’s norms

We do not need to conform anymore

We are creating our own identity

We are reclaiming control

We are the differences

we want to see

in the world








Dear Depression

Dear depression,


I am not your possession

You cast a shadow upon me

A shadow that follows

A shadow that swallows

all the light there is in me


Dear depression,

You convinced me

that I am yours to own

You are my bully

My murderer


Dear depression

But I am not your possession

You did not kill me

You did not take away the fire in me


Dear depression,

When you tell me to jump from the window

I say no

When you tell me

Existence is only hollow

I say no

When you tell me I am forever alone

I have my boyfriend’s hand to hold

And I say no


Dear depression,

I will not give you my submission

I am not your possession

I am not yours to own


Dear depression

For every tear you make me shed

I will giggle and and laugh a thousand times more

For every suicidal thought you put in me

I will think of my family

For all the energy you steal from me

I am determined

not to let you win


You may make me weak and stuck in bed

With the kind of exhaustion sleep can’t fix

But you can’t take away my belief

You can not deceive me

I will not drown like this


Dear depression,

I am not your possession

Or your puppet


For every reason you demand me to die

I will give you a thousand more reasons to stay alive


Dear depression,

I am telling you

I will not vanish without a fight

I am telling you

There are so much more for me to do

In this life

I am telling you

There are so much more I want to achieve


And you

Dear depression,

You sneaky thief

that steals and lies

You will not conquer me

I am not one of your shadows

I am not yours to own


Dear depression,

I am not yours to own.





The stars are falling

They were shiny

Up high in the sky


Now they are landing

more like crashing

Through galaxies

Losing bits and bits of their body


Floating away in outer space

They reached to planet earth

lonely on the crowded streets

in between buildings

scattered and no longer together

far away from each other


dust and mud

possibilities to be anything

adjusting is a must

at least that’s what they believe in


with the wind and water

they start to grow taller

alone but stronger

shaped as humans

yet among the creatures

they are all still strangers

awkward and bewildered

by every existence


adjusting is a must

but they are still slightly lost

their glow has disappeared

nothing to guide them in the dark

no one to admire them at nights


yet one day out on the streets

At places most mysterious

Or perhaps occasions known most commonly

Two stardusts meet

They are no longer wrecked pieces

This time they are full of stories

From falling to landing

From missing to establishing

From glowing to dimming

From subsiding to realizing


Two stardusts meet

No longer wrecked pieces

Now full of stories

Tall and strong already

Ready to admire the other

Ready to glow together




simple logic does not apply here

colorful flowers grow in river

In our hands they disappear

leaves fall down from trees

but flow in air


They flicker

In all the ways we perceive


There is no time here

I lay under the sun and see

clouds forming into shapes of faces

faces I had known but not here with me

the clouds are moving paintings

telling stories

forever changing


I grab the leaves which flow in air

gaze deep into their golden surface

In the reflections I see

those who I love and hold dear

still in different layers in space

they are not here beside me

but one day they will be


In the jades that hang on trees

I see all the creatures I had been

my cycle of life that never stopped spinning

until now

for once I am finally free

free of birth and death

free of love and hate

completely liberated


in this land

existence is not important

I exist in the breeze

in flowers

in the river

in oceans

I am whatever I want to be


in this freedom I see clearly

there is a reason for everything

not necessarily a meaning

in this land there is no sadness

no need to search for meaning in things

for I have come to the end of the beginning

for the kingdom of heaven is within


The Mask

we all wear it

the mask

a smile or a dance

laughter or music


scars hidden

we don’t talk about it


for a conversation

it’s not always the best topic


loved ones in the past

whom we sealed in a bottle

because they hurt us

and we haven’t let go

or we let them fall

and they left for another land

or they hurt themselves

and we could have done something about it


we don’t talk about it

the things that pained us

the sadness we thought we buried

that comes out when we don’t notice

the mistakes we have made

the loneliness we feel in bed


the nights we toss and turn

because the mask has fallen

the wounds are not transparent

not disguising its existence


we don’t talk about it

but we all wear it

the mask

it seems like a taboo

to talk about you

or me

or him

or her

or being lost again


we have been taught

what’s positive or negative

what’s strong and what’s weak

to snap out of it

so we wear a mask

so the things we are afraid of

won’t be brought up

so we won’t be blamed again


we wear a colorful mask

when we are hollow all day

suffering in our own way

but we don’t talk about it

afraid to be judged

afraid to cause harm

afraid to be exposed


just afraid

the mask covers so we don’t have to face


we all wear the mask

pretending to be okay

at a dinner party

friends’ gathering

important jobs

or maybe in a pub

characters we play

on this stage we call life


we should start talking about it

we should stop the judging and start understanding

start loving

start forgiving, you and me

we should leave people better than we found them

not let them fade

behind the mask


we should start talking about it

we should be okay with not being okay

with every hey are you okay

it should be a question full of love and respect

not a social gesture that’s a bit awkward


we should make others comfortable

feel safe

feel less alone

because in the end we are all the same

we are together in this place called life

and we should stop wearing the mask

by being the one that starts loving










1246 days

of sobriety


3 years

4 months

4 weeks



The drunk version of me

Erased by memory

The crazy days

The erotic encounters

All seem so blurred

Lost in history


Buried deep in the dirt

Along with my lonely tears

The hearts I’ve broken

Friends who fled away

The relationships that faded

The sins I committed

People I lost faith in

All buried deep in the dirt


Bottles after bottles of alcohol

Demeanor of self-deception

Trusting that alcohol was alleviation

And yet left alone

with empty bottles

Empty as I was

Piled up like my troubles

Taking up all the spaces

Mocking my last sanity


Whiskey tasted like self-love

The next morning it reeked agony from my inside

the smell lingered

for 3 years

4 months

4 weeks

the mistakes I’ve made

all buried deep in the dirt

yet always there as a reminder


1246 days


sobriety enables me to see

all the misery

clear and fair

what I suffer

How I suffer

the pain is greater when I am sober

I live through the sadness I try so hard to ignore


the past never truly disappeared

always there as a mockery

reminding me of all the failures

the worst version of me I have ever been


choosing recovery

but trapped in memory lane

the illusion of how whiskey can cure

seems so tempting

my mental disease

all relied on it


1246 days


every today

is followed by a struggling yesterday

every hopeful tomorrow

is constructed by a skeptical today


3 years

4 months

4 weeks

of recovery


recovery glows flowers

adorning the grave I dug for myself

white and yellow flowers

on the dirt I buried my history

white as I my heart is now pure

yellow as the sun spreads hope


A Happy Family

For once I am grateful

Things are not perfect, I know

And things never will be

They can’t be


I will always be looking

into other people’s windows

What’s in their homes

I will always want a complete family

One that is happy


I realized years ago

I made it my personal quest

To find the perfect family

joyous and flawless


As if finding one

could bring me answers

I think years ago

what I wanted was hope

A possibility that one day

I could be happy too

I just didn’t know


But it was an unpractical dream

I did find happy families

But the happiness

was never permanent

Happiness wasn’t supposed to be present

at all moments


Even the one family I found

That came closest to what I supposed

a happy family should be

There are still hard times, disappointments


But during those moments

They surrounded each other

with love and acceptance

No blaming, no anger, no quarrels

Just support and acceptance

Not even a moment of hatred


I guess at that point

I kind of found ‘the’ family

And I wanted to make it mine too

They let me in

Included me like one of them


I thought I was finally happy

But there was still some void inside me

I noticed them

when I was trying to look away


The quest was a failure

I found ‘the’ family

But it still couldn’t fill up

the emptiness in me


When they eventually told me

about my family

For once I found contentment

Felt relieved


Because they thought we always looked so happy

And that they always saw so much love

When my father looked at me

The way he looked at me


They thought ‘we’ were the perfect family

The one I thought had been broken

They thought we were perfect

Somehow I had no memories

of what they were saying


But that gave me relief

I finally found answers to the questions

which I didn’t know I had

My father did love me once


They saw what they wanted to see

And thought we were perfect

I saw what I wanted to see

And thought they were perfect


But besides all that

Every family has their difficulties

No matter how fortunate they seem

There are still stories untold

Kept as secrets

Hoping others won’t notice

Keeping the appearances of perfection


Years later now

I’d say we are finally happy

Separated and apart

But happy


Most people would say

we are a broken family now


But individually

we are happy and content

Together we support each other

With love and acceptance

like I once witnessed myself


We are not perfect

But we are happy

We don’t have much

But we are happy


Like how mom and dad once were

They didn’t have much

But they were happy

Hope kept them together

Their imagination created the future

They were young and fulfilling dreams

Not perfect but very happy


And maybe now I can be too