I am not bold, just blind.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

I don’t have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

Bir avuç rüşvetle, dünyadaki her şeyin sevgisini satın alabilir, sonra da seni sevdiğini düşünerek avunabilirdin.

Don’t feed your ego with my soul.

You know it wrong honey. I am friendly. I am not user-friendly.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

I just wanted to be your fool. But you were too fool to understand.

Sevişemeyenlerin atarlandığı o tatlı saatlerdeyiz. Bi de sevişip ruhunun açlığından uyku tutmayanlar var ki, bence sevişemeyenler onlara bakıp hallerine şükretmeli. Ve çünkü yalnız olmak, yanında biri varken yalnız hissetmeye yeğdir.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it’s revenge all the time.

KELİMELERKelimelere dikkat et,Özellikle mucizevi olanlara.Mucizevi olanlar için en iyisini yaparız, Bazen böcek sürüsü gibi toplanırlarSokmazlar ama bir öpücük bırakırlar.Parmaklar kadar iyi olabilirler.Oturduğun kaya kadar güvenilir…Aynı zamanda hem papatyalar hem de yaralar gibi…Sözcüklere aşığım, evet.Tavandan sarkan...

This love is hard core. Let’s make it soft porn.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

In this storyI am the poetYou’re the poetry.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying...

Love is bold. Love is blind.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding...