ceyda
I was wrong about politicians. They don't have a hidden agenda. They have a hidden personality. One that comes out only at full moon. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
Eulogys are the best way to separate the faux-amis from the hearties. Too bad you're dead. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
(.. A short story) A guy walked over to me today and thanked me for the other night. He told me I had changed his life. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wanted to go after him, so he could indulge my question…
If you want people to remember you the way you were, make sure you get the right writing on your epitaph. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
I saw, I read, I believed, I left. That tiny brick of isolation had now nothing on me. Therefore my burning desire for the liberation of my being was indulged by the sacred feast. He came, he saw, he wrote, and he stayed. There was no way …
You can't hurt me I don't feel you You don't love me There is no need to There is nothing, and nothing you can say Nothing was lost here, only the same cliché I only feel the hollow he left inside. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserve…
They say misery loves company. How come they fail to mention company desires misery? © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
The streets were ablaze by the tiny little lights they had put up in wintertime. That's when I first felt the warmth inside, that was left hollow by the coldness that summer brought. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
The only sensible way to love is to deprivate oneself from the herd of rationalness. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
My legend stopped existing the day I started living. My perception of this revelation made you read this paper. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
In this bright, shiny cocoon, I conceal my truth. Of what was taken from me in my youth. The bitterness resides within his heart, For I will remit this retribution. At my feet he will fall apart. This unholy writing I presented him, With bl…
The moment we hold our gaze and reside with this terrible truth, we can finally find sanity between these walls, build by lies created by the monster within ourselves. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved