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.

Tonight, we drink,There is no tomorrow.My sweet darling,Raise your glassTo all that we've lost.Our hopes, dreams, many to be made memories,Sacred love and unborn babies,Hopefully they will rest in peaceWhile I am drowningYou in that cheap red wine.

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...

Tonight, we drink,There is no tomorrow.My sweet darling,Raise your glassTo all that we've lost.Our hopes, dreams, many to be made memories,Sacred love and unborn babies,Hopefully they will rest in peaceWhile I am drowningYou in that cheap red wine.

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 piece

Making Out With WordsWe write for the one,Well-knowing these wordsWe bled out in inkWill never be read by them.May be it is the beauty of it,There is nothing nowHolding us back to use our words,No fear of losing,What we already do not have.I am not afraid,I am wide-open to the possibility.As I will wait,I am making out with words,Daydreaming your lips.

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

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...

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.

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.

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.''