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“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 19 Be humble to the lowly, And gentle to weak. Be a dinosaur to the phony, And a stone wall to the critic. It is a mad, mad world, Where the naïve is up for abuse. Be naïve and simple on the inside, But learn when it's time to act a douche. Some bullies only understand strength, If needed keep your strength at hand. A few firm roars of your conviction, Will make the oppressors wet their pants. But be very cautious while using your strength, Reckless power turns even a saint into tyrant.”

“Do you know what strength is - forgetting sleep, romance, money I keep working without rest to unite the humans, that's my strength - a single mother working day and night so her child can have a bright future, that's her strength - a street vendor working hard since dawn for his family, that's his strength. Do you have such a strength of your own? Your ancestry, your family money, your material possessions - putting aside all these, what is your own true strength?”

“The power of the universe is in your veins. So, when you are at your wits' end, for once let go of your troubles, and say out loud - "give me strength". It doesn't matter whatsoever to whom you say it. Just say it, because regardless of whether someone is listening to your cry for help, the universe inside your mind is always listening. And when it’s made aware of your desperation, it'll rush to your aid and fill you with vigor from inside.”

“Occasionally even I fall short in the strength department, and in those times of heartache and loneliness, never do I say, "please, take away my weakness", instead I utter, to whom I don't know, and I don’t care, "give me strength". Or perhaps, I do know to whom I am saying it, but it took me a long time to accept the hard reality of the matter. As long as I keep it a secret as to who is the source of my strength, people will speculate and bring in all sorts of mystical notions, due to the lack of facts, but the moment I reveal to you most blatantly and rather clearly that, I am the source of my own strength, then suddenly all the mysticism and mystery vanish into thin air, and what remains is the exuberant radiance of truth.”

“An entire life, lavishly colored with ecstasies and agonies, is exclusively born from the functional expression of neurochemistry. Every time that we sob in sorrow or laugh in joy, we do so, steered by a glorious storm of hormonal interplay within the deepest parts of our mind. And with each drop of tear that we shed in our times of excruciating pain, our brain constructs majestic new cellular connections to aid in the pursuit of our passion - in the pursuit of truth.”

“February Freeze (Sonnet) There is a difference between error and evil, there is a difference between mistake and malice. People who abandon you at your slightest mistake are not your people, don't turn cold and bitter - don't turn into the thing that hurt you, everybody must choose their own joy and truth. Only apes and robots chase after perfection, humans cherish imperfection as a sign of life; those who build castles in the air are too full of themselves to see, that perfection is a lie. Everyone can love you when you have everything, but one who loves you when you have nothing that’s the person who truly cares for you. Anybody can admire you when you're strong, but bonding happens through vulnerability - commitment is proven not through perfection, but in affection through imperfection.”

“Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet) When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen. Every time I got my heart broken, it benefitted my mission. First time someone broke my heart, I dropped out of engineering and emerged as the Monk Scientist. Second time when I lost my love, Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.”

“She grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“Why did my publishing output skyrocket around 2019? Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why. When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn’t write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That’s about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“Nazmahal 2, Sonnet of Lost Love You know who the biggest enemy of the lover is? It's the behaviorist. The behaviorist warns, but the lover wants to believe - the behaviorist restrains, but the lover wants to fall. So far, every time the behaviorist has had the final word - I told you so - yet the lover never learns the lesson. Still at the faintest possibility of love, lover jumps in, lock, stock and barrel. Love misplaced is not love wasted, Love misplaced is heart sweetened. Trust misplaced is not trust lost, Trust misplaced is humanity tested. Every good deed is a test of heart, Every act of love is existence tried. It's okay to be disappointed in deception, but never let it turn your ideals into a lie.”

“Vagabond Poet (Sonnet) Bi' gün değil, bugün, bugün yaşamalı, bugün parlamalı, bugün uyanmalı, bugün yürümeli. Wear your wounds like crown, not tomorrow, but today. In front of your thunderous resolve, intimidating clouds all fade away. Where lips don't speak, eyes do - where eyes don't speak, backbone do. And once backbone has spoken, all the militaries cannot render it untrue. Poetry, my nationality, words, my brethren. To the world I'm monsoon, for inside I'm barren.”

“Inevitable Human (The Sonnet) Failure is inevitable, Defeat is optional. Suffering is inevitable, Self pity is optional. Ridicule is inevitable, Bitterness is optional. Treachery is inevitable, Vendetta is optional. Heartbreak is inevitable, Heartlessness is optional. Ignorance is inevitable, Bigotry is optional. Biases are inevitable, Prejudice is optional. Amidst indecisive animals, stand human inevitable!”

“Redemption (Love Sonnet) My crisis is you, My comfort is you. My courage is you, My cowardice you. My solace is you, my menace is you. My prowess is you, my encumbrance too. You are my curse, my only cure. You are my answer to selfish lure. You are my redemption, my petrification. You're my fearlessness, my chosen damnation.”

“Broken bone heals back stronger, Broken heart heals back braver. Broken mind heals back wiser, Broken life heals back brighter. Scars are not guilt marks, Scars are mark of gallantry. Scars are proof of resilience, Scars are testament to bravery. Scars are proof that you soldiered on, Scars are proof that you never gave in. Products are manufactured without scars, People are shaped by scars and suffering. Suffering is not a failure of life, Suffering is a sign of life. The living shall suffer one way or another, So choose the reason, conscious and wise.”