Because we live in a world where sex sells but words do not. Then may be we shall sell all our emotions for just 1 dollar? Any possible buyers?Love poems for a dollar,Write all the pain, disappointment, tears,Failures, sleepless nights, depression.A naked soulNever will beAppealinglike a naked body.

I had been thinking of the century we live in, with all these innovations, technologies we have, women are still treated as second class. Educating men has not been solving the issue if you read the rape, violence news, help cries of women from all around the world on social media platforms.There have been too many things the society chose to ignore, it will be safe to say that they are still turning blind, deaf and mute…It most of the time comes down to women empowering wo...

ROTTEN LOVE FOR SALELove for sale,Unused yet torn into shards,Worthless a dime,Worthless a penny.Rotten love for sale,Spent it all away,Cash your soul out.Without me, fade away,Who are you now?

Bury Me In The Graveyard Of Your SoulBury meAlong with the words,We do not haveThe courageTo speak out.This deafening silenceBetween us,All these glassShards of words,We swallow down,To protect our pride.We buried together,So many heartbreaks,Resentments, anger,Love and hate,Pain, what did weHope to gain?Losing ourselvesPiece by pieceEvery single day...

Bury Me In The Graveyard Of Your SoulBury meAlong with the words,We do not haveThe courageTo speak out.This deafening silenceBetween us,All these glassShards of words,We swallow down,To protect our pride.We buried together,So many heartbreaks,Resentments, anger,Love and hate,Pain, what did weHope to gain?Losing ourselvesPiece by piece

İşte Aşk,Elimdekinin hepsi bu.Biraz gözyaşı,Yatağın soğuk kısmı,Derin sessizlik,Ümitsizlik.Sensizlik.Bensizlik.Koskoca bir hiçlik.Bizsizlik.İşte aşk, elimdekinin hepsi bu.

Fill The Cracks In My Soul With PoetryYou look at me,Wonder, how can IWrite so much,Without a break,Non-stop?Boy, oh boy,I,Fill the cracksIn my soulWith poetry.

If love is an insanity, then come, fill the cracks in my sould with poetry.Fill The Cracks In My Soul With PoetryYou look at me,Wonder, how can IWrite so much,Without a break,Non-stop?Boy, oh boy,I,Fill the cracksIn my soulWith poetry.

Love poems for a dollar,Write all the pain, disappointment, tears,Failures, sleepless nights, depression.A naked soulNever will beAppealinglike a naked body.

Has not the time come to talk about the 'ugly' truths? Abuses, violence, mental health, suicide, death...Why all have to be a taboo when watching porn to cure our boredom is considered normal? Will you turn blind eye and run away or will you try to show some empathy and mercy? We are all scarred, different scars yet the pain is the universal language we speak. Do you have the courage to listen?

Aşk...hepimizin bildiği o tatlı baş belası, o dinmek bilmeyen karın ağrısı. Aşk'ı hepimiz biliriz, hepimizde farklı deneyimler bırakır aşk. Bendekiler birikti, yazdım. Okumaya ne dersin Aşk'ı, bir de benden? Hadi gel, bir de bendeki Aşk'ı dinle.''Manolyalar gibiyim;DokununcaAşk,Soluyorum.''

Talking of Dirty Laundry, Dates and “Noguchi” …Laugh Out Loud: A Collection of Funny PoemsIf you are determined to stay cool, and positive and survive the negativity of the news and people around you, then this is the book for you, read it and allow yourself to feel healthy emotional changes from the inside out to relieve stress, feel motivated, and find the bright side in any situation fast.Excerpt from Dirty Laundry:“She hung it out there on the line—as if nobody ...