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 Apr 2013 Kenan Eren
j f
A weathered statue stands alone behind
the house I visit in my darker hours
A disregarded sacred space, now sours
in human trash and nature's daily grind.
My eyes hang behind natural blinds
That close the portal to my powers
wasted, mostly on unworthy hours;
no mind so kind as the one unassigned.

This weathered Jesus, heart and tongue and staff
of stone, now hid beneath the springtime snow.
No rest for the weary, no spring for the rest,
I hope one day to be that holy calf,
martyred too soon by the debts that I owe,
Ill matched with life, yet still afraid of death.
What’s in my empty bed?
I’d like to say blankets from old forts or maybe pleasant dreams forgotten in the pillow threads.
Maybe water marks from when we pretended the bed was a boat.
We would never sink.
The water never stung.
Surely my imagination disappeared along with my sanity.
I didn’t have a choice like Wendy if I wanted to grow up.
It was ****** upon me like the unforgiving nightmares.
When dreams turned to black.
I promise if you puncture my pillow now some salty tears and sorrowful wails would escape from years of concealment.
Hope only exists in peaceful slumbers where temporary death occurs.
My bed is still empty even if I reside there.
Because I’m empty of my childhood.
I’m empty of what the world gave me.
 Apr 2013 Kenan Eren
Anna McElroy
At first I was just running,
and no one could keep up.
It was thrilling.
I felt so powerful,
like no one could stop me or control me.
But in reality I couldn't control myself.

All I wanted was those nights of running,
those nights of disappearing into the darkness.

It felt like a dream that I’d been needing,
a dream that would help me figure out all the confusion in my life,
and that would change him,
change how he felt.
and I wanted more than anything to be inlove again.

I hoped that those nights would make us closer.
But I know now that I can’t change him.
But in reality this dream or longing was just a nightmare.

But nothing went as planned,
it never does.
Then I started craving those runs even more.
Like that was the only thing that let me breath
and let me have a tiny bit of satisfaction or happiness.

Once i new I could get away with this,
once I new I could control everyone around me,
and I could do anything I want,
I stopped caring about everything.
because nothing else mattered.
but those runs.

I began to forget about what life really meant to me,
and what really mattered.
I was to busy controlling everyone else,
that I didn't know how to control myself
and how to understand and dominate my feelings.
I was thriving for attention, for love, for help.
But i began to grow weak each day,
because at that point nothing was ever enough.

I then understood that I couldn't let one person change me into the person i swore I would never become,
I couldn't let someone crash the mountain that I’d been creating over years.

So I broke it,
I broke the bound we never had,
the bound I was thriving for, but could never quite find.
But even then I wanted to reappear in his life,
to stay,
because I didn't know how to live without his non-existent being.
Even though I new being with him would ruin me.
That’s the only thing I wanted.

But then my answer that I couldn't quite think of appeared,
like out of thin air,
and it was a miracle because my feelings were like water drowning me. It was like there was a cloud pouring above my head and then It astonishingly disappeared,
then there was my answer,
right above me,
floating and all I needed to do was reach for it.
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
 Apr 2013 Kenan Eren
Michelle
You're aching.
Don't tell me you aren't-
We've spent too much time together
For you to try to deceive me.

Just when you'd decided
To let me free,
You brought me back because
You couldn't let me go.

Yet,

I know it's her you're dying to see.
I know that the time we've spent together
Is nothing now that you remember
Her, and forget me.

How is it that I feel this way?
My once cold heart, now thawed-
I'm forever changed, and I've changed you.
But now? Your fickle heart betrays us both.

Just recently you told me
That you'd die for me gladly.
How I wish you would have said
You'd live for me instead.

I know you broke millions of hearts
Before you met me, and changed.
But you've thrown that in the dust-
My heart lies in fragments once more.
Oops, accidentally deleted my notes here -.-
 Apr 2013 Kenan Eren
Marian
Gain
 Apr 2013 Kenan Eren
Marian
If I could stop a person from crying,
Or a friend from dying,
I would have gained a million dollars.

If I could stop a soul from aching,
Or a spirit from breaking,
I would have gained a million dollars.

If I could help a person the good Word hearing,
Or keep a heart from bleeding,
I would have gained a millon dollars.

**~Marian~
Inspired by a poem an old fashioned poetess or poet wrote. I admit I felt sad while gazing at our cat's (Lady Jane's) babies. . . I can't bear the thought of saying "goodbye" to anymore cats even though they will be going to a Humane Society and hopefully good homes afterwards. ~</3
All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies

— The End —