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We bought a house

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Hey guys :blowkiss: I hope you still remember me :laughing: yeah it's been some time and I miss you all :love:


Life got super hectic and I had to disappear for some time. We finally bought a house, moved, and bought new furniture for the new house. It was hard, so much work, but it was all worth it at the end. and btw if your relationship survives all this and so many trips to Ikea you are probably going to last forever :laughing:

İt took us 3 months to finally find the right house, and this process showed me how hard it is to deal with people, people who put houses for sale but don't really want to sell, people who put all their phone numbers on the website for you to call them but they don't even pick up, and if they do, they don't want to meet you where the house is, they want you to come to their offices and talk :D and those agents who try to sell you different houses and ignore what you you already asked them to show you. And the woman who says alright I will sell you my house, and she discovers that her house is owned by some oil company and she calls you and says nah you are not getting this house and stop calling me. And then the guy who agrees to sell you his house and gives you the papers and tells you alright you can go apply for the loan and I will help you, then in the evening he calls you and says ' you know what, I'm selling the house to my neighbor, have a good night'
We were almost giving up, :D but we kept trying :D

And then we found the right house and the owner was willing to sell :D we went to buy it and sign papers, give the people their money, give the agent his money and give the government their money too :shrug: the process would usually take either all morning or all afternoon, but nooooooo, it took us three days :pissed: because the system was down :laughing: and when the system was up and running again, some government worker wasn't around to sign our papers til third day, when we finally owned the house :w00t:

After that another big chore started :D we had to clean the balconies, the front balcony had 30 or 40 kg of bird poop in it :lmao: 9 big garbage bags of pigeon poop that me and my husband cleaned off the balcony, yeah good times :laughing:  and then we got glass installed in both balconies and the poor pigeons will have to find another home :laughing:

Also, we had to wait two weeks for the water to be installed in the house :bored: yeah that was stressful, giving how much bird poop we had in the balconies :lmao:

And then, we started fixing things, buying things, big things small things, painting things, assembling things, hanging things, throwing things, replacing things, cleaning things, it just didn't end :D but now it's all cool, we are cool and we are absolutely happy with our home :love::love:

And then when I thought I will finally rest,family and friends of course wanted to come see the house and congratulate us, so I spent so much time cooking for at least two weeks :D again fun times :w00t:


Hope nobody fell asleep while reading this :D If you did sorry :laughing:
So how are you guys doing, I really missed being on here and talking to you:love:
I hope everybody is doing well, lots of hugs and kisses :blowkiss::huggle::blowkiss::huggle:

Now excuse me while I go give people their llamas back :sprint: :llama:

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Let's talk...

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Hugs and kisses to all of you beautiful friends :hug::blowkiss:





I have been really slow on DeviantArt lately, I'm sorry guys if I didn't check your work :tears:  the only thing I manage to do is Deviously Poetic and I really wanna make sure I put it up every Monday.


Lately I have been under so much stress and I feel as if my life is out of control in a way. We are in the process of buying a house, well we are still looking, and it's really hard to find the right house or how do you know it's the right house.

We want something nice and not so far from city and also not expensive :laughing: yeah good luck with that :lmao: 

So if it's cheap it means it's in a mountain or it's 30 or 40 years old in bad condition, if it's what I want it's so freaking expensive, so yeah :laughing: we are still looking Sad dummy 


Also, I feel really stressed about having to take a bank loan :tears: growing up, my dad took a few loans :D and we suffered because of that and I remember one time I swore I will never take a bank loan, but what you gonna do :shrug: There is no other way. CURSE YOU! 

So basically I'm just stressing and I can't wait to move :la: and I can hardly do anything else :laughing:Sweating a little... 

Another thing, Turkey has so much trouble and basically now there is no government which makes interest rates hit the roof, which means if you take  a loan now, good luck paying it almost double :D , so we have to wait after the elections and see if things will get stable, meanwhile we keep the house hunt maybe we find in two months or so.

And the weather is nice now, the heat is gone :la: so I'm taking my little monkey to the park all the time :love: helps us both chill :D 

I just wanted to share these things with you guys cause you are my friends, and I didn't want you to be wondering why is Saida not talking to me :laughing:




Sorry for boring  you with all the stuff Sweating a little... 
Here, two puppies :love: my puppy and my husband's aunt's new puppy, she is so cuuuuute :la::la: they had so much fun plying together :laughing: 


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Talk to me, give me a hug and tell me how are you :hug::blowkiss:




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Deviously Poetic #26

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Hello there my beautiful friends :blowkiss:

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These are my favorite poems for this Monday. Give them the love they deserve. If you are featured here, support your fellow poet and make a friend or two :handshake:

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The interview with Dreamsinstatic

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The interview is back with the wonderful Steven, dreamsinstatic :heart:



I wanted to tell him that even if  he got a little busy the past year or so, we still appreciate him as a friend and as one of DeviantArt's amazing writers :heart:


His work



YearsBreathing
has never been so challenging.
Swallowed in the black,
everything echoes
and becomes nothing,
if ever
it were something to begin with.
And I'm falling here,
tumbling through a vacancy
hoping
you will catch me,
but the bottom is rising quickly.
My skin
feels the absence of you
and the strain
is excruciating,
a thousand flames erupting
in every nerve.
And am I alone?
Silence shall answer me
if words
cannot be found. CourageYou're afraid of that moment
when all your yesterdays must be exchanged
if there is hope for tomorrows.
The warmth of a beautiful life
drips slowly into your dreams and you can't let go
because what you want has been changed.
And it breaks my heart - day by day -
to watch you struggle with forward motion,
to see a sublime woman wavering.
So I whisper into the clouds of night,
sculpt glorious images of possibility from my skin,
construct constellations in your honor.
There is a magnificent infinity inside of your eyes,
vibrant shades of love
fighting to break the invisible bonds of fear.
I wear my chains with obstinance,
standing tall against the winds, the only one
who will never let you fall. Conversations with YouThe pavement is cool beneath me.  My arms rest on my knees as I sit beneath a dying blue sky exhaling light clouds of smoke that tangle like frayed strings, dancing as they vanish.  The driveway is steep, and I sit at the point where it begins to plateau, one foot on the grade and the other steady on the peak.  It's an unusually cool evening for June in North Carolina, something I probably have the shadow of the Blue Ridge mountains to thank for.  The sun is obscured behind an outcrop of cloud that juts up from the horizon just enough to swallow the brightest light, but ends soon enough to still be gilded all around its edges.  The light is directed in such a manner that the grass appears greener and there is a lingering caution of rain and the distant rumble of thunder.  Yet all is still, and yet there is an absence of calm.  It reminds me of my childhood on Long Island, the way the world appeared in the eerie placidity that breathes in the eye of a



His poetry is a proof of his wonderful skill and his unique vision and mesmerizing images.
The prose he writes is straight from the heart, beautifully written and very inspiring.


His Daily Deviaitons




Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,
we were reckless;
Children
chasing fireflies
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
for shrapnel
and blackened skin.
Short moments
stolen pawned
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
the twilight
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
the interest
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
peeled back
the viscera and
bared the bone --
Rising up,
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
Tonight
she clings
to dusty artifacts,
shelved trinkets
and
wrinkled sheets
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
The wisps
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
burned brightest. Undressing PoetryShe clothes herself in poetry,
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.


You have to read it to believe it :heart:



The Interview 






When did you start writing?

The first time I can remember writing was when I was 8 years old. At the time, I was really into the Ninja Turtles. I wrote several short books telling stories involving the Ninja Turtles, sometimes including my own original characters. From that point on, I wrote often. When I was 11 I started writing a series of short books involving friends and family members being in some sort of peril, usually an alien invasion or a vampire in town. Things which were clearly inspired by the "Goosebumps" book series, which I read as a kid. I discovered poetry late, when I was around 15 and it was a love affair from that day forward. I kept reading as much of it as I could find and, eventually, worked up the nerve to begin writing it. So, I usually say, I began writing at 8 but became serious about it at 15.

What was the first book you read?

Hard to say, I used to read a lot. The first book I remember having any measure of impact on me was a teen novel called "The Dead Man in Indian Creek." I was probably ten when I read it and it was a little more than I bargained for. I remember the story involved murder and a cocaine dealer. I always enjoyed buddy stories, and this was one. Two kids find a dead body and decide to try and solve the murder. There's something about a couple of friends in a quiet town that touches something in me. Probably because I grew up in a small town with a very close knit group of friends. That is back when I could read a book as a reader, something I can't do anymore. When I read a book now, I'm editing it and changing it around in my head. It's sort of sad that I can't just purely enjoy a good book anymore, although if it is truly amazing I will get caught up in it. "The Catcher in the Rye" did that for me. One of my favorite books of all time and that's a book which I did not read, per se, but I felt on an epic level.

What does writing mean to you?

A great deal. I'm not sure where I would be without writing. Writing is my best friend and my worst enemy. It's been there for me when I don't want to get out of bed in the morning and when I am so excited to start the day. It has helped me through love, pain, pleasure, death, birth. It is as intricately woven into my mind as any other part of me. Writing is the one thing I can always count on and the one thing I do that I feel 100% comfortable with.

What are the themes you like writing about?

I will write about whatever happens to pop into my mind. The themes I visit most frequently are probably love, death and religion. Love has so many layers, from the wonders of its light to the miserable pain of its absence. Could write about it forever. Death is a part of life, and one I am incredibly curious about. What happens? Is there more than this? I think, like most boys, I became fascinated by death at a young age, but through my writing I've been able to explore more facets of it than I dreamed possible. As for religion... I struggle greatly with the concept of faith and that of organized religion itself. I have my beliefs, but every single day I find myself wondering about something in the world of religion. God, Christ, Allah, Buddha, etc. Who exists, who doesn't, who never did? Is there something, is there nothing? And don't even get me started on the hypocrisy that exists within the holy books. It's a love hate relationship.

How does the inspiration come to you?

Typically inspiration arrived when my mind is turned off. Driving home from work is a pretty productive time. A lot of lines come to me when I'm driving, showering, or in those fleeting moments right before I fall asleep. Usually, it comes to me in the form of a word, a line, or a set of lines. For instance, I have a poem called "Cemetery Girl" which begins "There was a / somber little / clouded crystal / figure of a / girl" and that all began with me thinking of the line "She was a partly cloudy girl." I changed it, although I did use partly cloudy in a later poem, but that was the genesis. A line arrives, I put it on the page and sometimes it transforms from mind to page, but all it takes is a few words to strike me and I'll run with it.

How is your writing process like ?

I don't really have a process. When inspiration strikes, I sit down and I write. I don't plan anything, I don't know where I am going, I don't know how I want it to end. I begin writing and I feel when I am done. Not a single poem I have ever posted on here has been planned. Sometimes when a line comes to me I know its the beginning, middle or end, but that's about it. Where I go, how I get there, I never really know. Some poems are five lines, some are fifty. Its like love, you know it when it's there, and you know it when its not. I know when it's done.

Have you been published before, if not what do you think about the idea?

I've been in some small publications. I'm not by any means opposed to it, but I am definitely one of those people who would rather not be published than to change any of my work. I've had run ins with censorship and being told I needed to change things, and that just isn't going to happen. I understand suggestions, and I am not opposed to fine tuning things to make it better, but I'm not going to be told I have to change something that I think is great for reasons based purely on what is marketable and when it currently trendy. 

Would you say that writing defines who you are as a person?

No one thing defines me as a person. I'm a son, brother, uncle. I work and attend college. I go to bars, I go to book stores, I go to fairs. I smoke, I barely drink. I listen to Nirvana, I listen to Mazzy Star. I am so many different things, and writing is as much a part of me as anything else. I can't be defined by one thing, I don't know that I can be defined by a hundred things. Writing helps me understand things and it helps me deal with things and it helps me express things. Writing is like the magnifying class I hold up to my soul, and it helps me see more of who I am, but is not who I am. I wouldn't want to live without it, but if I lost it tomorrow, I'd keep going on.

From your gallery, which piece is your favorite, and why?

I mentioned it previously, but Cemetery Girl holds a special place in my heart. I don't know what it is about that poem but it speaks to me. It's one of the things I've written that I enjoy going back to read. There is something in there... some wispy flickering twirl of soul that captivates me. There's a piece of me in there. I think that one day I will read it again and suddenly everything will make sense. Or not, but, either way I'll always treasure that particular piece. Less important is what it means or says to me, but what it means or says to you.

Are you currently working on something you would like to share with us?

I lost my grandmother last month to cancer. I've been fighting a new particular piece of poetry on the subject. It's been really hard because, in a way, I think I've convinced myself that if I complete the poem than she really is gone and I don't want her to be. It will come out, eventually, but I've got to be at peace with it first. I'm not yet at peace with her passing. I don't know that I ever will be, but I hope to get to a better spot and when I do, you'll see it.

What does DeviantArt Community mean to you ?

I don't know. This used to be an easy question because it used to mean the world to me, but as times change, things change. The community feels less connected than it used to. I've always been somewhat of an outsider, I'm not much of a social butterfly, but these days I feel almost exiled. I have people that I've always remained in touch with, but other things feel different. More favorites does not mean more comments like I feel like it once did. I see less and less involvement, which I can't really say without some hypocrisy since I haven't been around as much either. That being said, I feel like I no longer belong. I don't know if it's just me, or if others feel the same. These days I feel like there is more of a popularity contest than there used to be and I see things which make me think there is more of an emphasis on who you know rather than what you produce. Love you or hate you, I know good writing, and when your work touches me I'm going to tell you. I'm not going to favorite something because you're my friend and I'm not going to feature something because you featured something of mine. Skill and talent need to be cultivated. Beginners need to feel welcome and can use the guidance of people who have been doing it longer. I love to shine the light on lesser known, newer writers. I see a lot of negativity towards them, so-called "names" on deviantart trying to tell people they shouldn't write or they should write completely different, not because it is what they believe, but because it's what they like. This community has so much potential and there are so many amazing people here, I'd like to see it become more of a family and more of the tight knit community that I remember. This is a site that revolves around art, specifically visual art, and the writers have always been kind of shoved to the side. We need to stick together and let it be known that a picture may be worth a thousand words, but you can change someones entire life with a single word. We are the lit community and when we are united, we can make it better for everyone here. I'd like to see more of a focus on that bond. 





Thank you so much Steven :heart:

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Deviously Poetic #25

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Hello my beautiful people :wave:


Time for another weekly favorite poems :love: So many Autumn Poetry :heart: Give them the love they deserve. 

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