Secret love by Ok-Em

Secret love

For whose sake ...
Does the sky seem so blue,
Does anything appear that fake,
For whose sake ...
Does a living tan take
Does a survival make
For whose sake ... again
Does this mind of mine stay at stake
Merely for the sake of my secret love...

Tides of Sorrow, new Sonnet of mine

As in the form of a wavy sea
Tides of sorrow are in such a pursuit
The clicks on my heart stink and flee
Eradicating the sense in my soul, erasing love fruit
Tempted to weep in every second to pond
These eyes will account for the would-be river
Where the early lovers would swim, being quite fond
Some melody whispers merry, curiously making me surrender
Some song listens in to me, as if I were an inspiration
My visits to heaven get soaked rather tenderly
My journey to morrow is equipped with allegation
You have missed all the hours to touch gracefully

Tides of sorrow are snowing into my soul
Prays on your ways cling to the slope as a whole

Written by
the literature of loneliness
Okan EMANET


for the sake of my secret love

The Gun on me...

Mystery is a game left with only unknown scars,
Which you can dance by sleeping into a road of hell,
Surround yourself with a cell,
Try and sell your bloody body
Never put forward your damned smell
I want to go pale while your very skin is on sale,
I long to disappear just as you are to become pear,
A farewell to your inaccessibility...

written by
Ok-Em
for my hatred...

Only you..

Utter something smelling of you,
Drop all my tears down,
Shake my fate to the extent of death,
Charge a remarkable blame on my destiny,
Cut off my throat that will never speak of you,
Forget my name,
Tread over it for another one’s fame,
Rhymes get polluted in face with your presence,
Count the number of heart-beats that grind your incredible being,
Slay my very blood and soul,
Massacre me as a whole...

Written by
Ok-Em
for the sake of my secret love