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			<title>mirror</title>
			<description>What the hell are these?God, am I locked in a room full of mirrors?He is back again to kill all my museHow can I have all my words bound with this man in the reflection?How does he know what I am going to useAnd keeps stealingMy every wordMy every stepDoes he know that I am afrai..</description>
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			<title>solace</title>
			<description>even though I know that this world is not good enough to carry anything about him, or I mean, this page</description>
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			<title>high-school sweethearts</title>
			<description>I know why we can&amp;rsquo;t even be a photographAll our friends says it was my mistakeI burnt everything over my moral&amp;rsquo;s attentionYou found exactly someone like i cursed aboutShe is so beautiful and looks a little kindYou must at least know thatI am glad for your mysterious wifeI asked Theodora ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3131284/</link>
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			<title>forest</title>
			<description>Watch out for the leaves you crush in this city that calls the night earlyEvery sound in the dark is the reason why a child cannot sleepThe monster in my wardrobe smells like youAnd I have your clothes under my bedYou approach me in the magic of my words at your own riskThe ropes wrapped..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3131079/</link>
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			<title>american dream</title>
			<description>I used to see the world with rose-colored glasses Of a company with blood sells itSmoke could be only in the hell and the room odor works in the best wayIf you can have something for your budgetI lived in American dreamMy eyes had no shineNot a single glimmer but I could pay for Ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3130440/</link>
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			<title> truant</title>
			<description>As long as you play truant to my mindYou&amp;rsquo;ll never see my eyes againYour illiteracy towards my heart was a vital mistake you madeDarling, I&amp;rsquo;m getting lost between your wordsEvery time you swallow my songsWhich you memorized by rote learningOh my pity soul, how long is go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3130360/</link>
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			<title>dust</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been holding my breathe in my own roomTo try not the breathe the dustI&amp;rsquo;ve been a good soul with lots of acheThen my empathy died in your heartsmallest disaster ruined my atticand said god promised me the lightmy ancestors broke my stonebecause I loved what they taugh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3130186/</link>
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			<title>distanced</title>
			<description>lyrics</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3129927/</link>
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			<title>nuances of the dirts</title>
			<description>your chapped lips made me wonder,does your words agonize you tooIf you could hold my heart in your palm,would the dark side of it make you question yourself?But you have never seen yourself through a dirty window.I could list the nuances of the colours behind your voiceuntil you cast doubt on the pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3129321/</link>
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			<title>silver</title>
			<description>I may have grammar mistakes, open to your thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3129312/</link>
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			<title>almost shores</title>
			<description>drowning near of the &amp;lsquo;almost shores&amp;rsquo;narcissistic waves are sure aboutthat they gave me everythingto survivethese nets are not like how it used to befisherman looks like a prison mirrorpaper never can bear to the water anywayso don&amp;rsquo;t try to talkno one can hear in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3127160/</link>
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			<title>tears filled the bath</title>
			<description>Oh my baby knows how to keep a ghostHe was the last evidence of my youth loveI&amp;rsquo;m still wasting whiskeys to erase you from my mindBut apparently they don&amp;rsquo;t seem to hold a wet mopI had a talk sitting on the floor every goddamn nightHiding my face when the new ones are coming ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3125971/</link>
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			<title>Knitting</title>
			<description>Your love has gone but the grief sets inI couldn&amp;rsquo;t enforce a love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to someone who happened to be the poetPersevering feelings that I should have ignoredCost me lethal words in the lives that I don&amp;rsquo;t knowBut you were my bullet point that has been placed in my heartand I didn't w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/3124739/</link>
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			<title>parasocial hell</title>
			<description>I demand that your hell be in a different room than the known ones.Composed of failed poets and singers believed that they have potential.You must remain in the kind of flame created by unfulfilled married couples.When I'm mad and my anger cause overflows,You will regret the times you deified me.And..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2963610/</link>
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			<title>Pub-Lick</title>
			<description>The lights in this pub make me rethink everythingYou warm your hands with your breath and put them on my waist, everything falls into place like the puzzleI'm getting drunk from the whiskey on your lipsOr maybe that's just my excuse to kissYou whisper new words into my ear along with the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2963536/</link>
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			<title>Abbey</title>
			<description>I wanted to collect my tears in front of AbbeyBut the rain didn't letAmong my silent fading feelings, there is the scent of the old songsBlend into the soilThe soil where our loved ones lieThe songs our loved ones loved</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2963458/</link>
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			<title>Cuffing Season</title>
			<description>I know everything in life is temporary,and that every season will pass.I know nothing can make me rejuvenate,and I'll never be a child running on your streets.But you made me a wish on every cake I blew on, on every shooting star, on every falling eyelashFor you to stay in this seaso..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2963382/</link>
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			<title>Dance in Scarcity</title>
			<description>Dark and rainy weather in the UKForbye sun raised in my skyWe were dreaming of kissing under the same cloudDays ends and become the monthsYou heal slowly to create a lie toPlay a role as a benevolent fellowUnder the sheets we shared a secretTo tell each other in the same seasonBut you made me stay h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2962929/</link>
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			<title>damage</title>
			<description>Maybe I just get emotional at night.But I've tried everything not to think of you.You know that every place reminds me of you.l,And that my heart will soften.Damn, I wish I didn't understand you,I wish I could just hate you, and curse your the most basic name,But I don't understand a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2962099/</link>
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			<title>cafein effect</title>
			<description>quick one, because I feel dizzy and excited and screaming... And will edit this when I can control my breathe</description>
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			<title>master of your own absence </title>
			<description>master of your own absence </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2961987/</link>
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			<title>cold</title>
			<description>Just thoughts, nothing worth to read</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2961909/</link>
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			<title>idk</title>
			<description>All the greatest loves died, darlingDon't worry, this shall pass.And we were magnificent for a time.I guess who said this quote was rightDon't be sad because it ended, be happy because it happenedHow many lovers wrote such passionate poems like us?I am not sure about you but I know no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2961778/</link>
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			<title>artificial flower</title>
			<description>I left all my notebooks on a Greek island when I moved.I don't want to write poetry anymore.I don't want to heal either.I've also given up trying to save Plath.I have no more ashes to be a phoenix.I have no more soil so you could be a worm and gnaw at my flesh.I have no more words to s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2961557/</link>
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			<title>questions, again.</title>
			<description>There are a few questions in my head that I shouldn't expect answers.But, at the end of the day, I am just a human too.Behind that fancy glitching screen.Was everything a lie?Was I really good for you?Can I trust any word you say anymore?And you'll probably run away again, just lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2961194/</link>
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			<title>where is she?</title>
			<description>Sylvia, forgive me,&amp;nbsp;for every poem I couldn't write.God, forgive me,&amp;nbsp;for the men I wrote to.I didn't know every butterfly had such an impact.Where is the woman whose every word ignites flame?In what river did she die, in what sea did she drown?In whose fire did she burn, if those words did..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2960966/</link>
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			<title>Origin Story</title>
			<description>I saw the hell last weekBare hands touched the groundSmell the smoke in my lungsDance with the devil till I passed the bridgeHeard them laughing at the upper floorScreams peeled my skin to the bonesThey crashed with the wind of fireI'm trying to extinguish hell with my tearsThis ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2957996/</link>
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			<title>curtain</title>
			<description>Lights hit the curtainThat we drew a night beforeTo hide our naked scenesDays are almost goldenAnd we sing songs in two different weathersDoes that mean this love will remain whatever it happens?I can't promise for foreverBut we can pick a yellow flowerTo remember we'll always la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2957163/</link>
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			<title>mellowed secret</title>
			<description>I have a glass in my handFilled with the tears of my screamsI'm drinking till I throw upSo maybe I can leave my sunken past inside of meThere are kisses in my skinFrom the loves I can't eraseI'm washing, until my skin peelsSo maybe I can wash my old promisesI'll tell you a secret..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2956378/</link>
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			<title>betty</title>
			<description>Nothing feels full anymore.Or no one.Apparently,you were not my escape from this house,&amp;nbsp;or from this country,&amp;nbsp;but from myself.Untying you would make me forget myselfand my old lovesCure you would make me sick.How beautifully I would live and die.Among the letters of your old poems, which I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2955330/</link>
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			<title>lovelands</title>
			<description>I am moving on and out... to a different country.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2955326/</link>
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			<title>secret</title>
			<description>'the one everyone knows but doesn't talk about</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2955325/</link>
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			<title>nothing left to say</title>
			<description>To stop writing, telling and speaking is a silent and painful death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2955315/</link>
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			<title>forgive me, I'm a poet</title>
			<description>I swear he is giving me mixed signals!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2953960/</link>
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			<title>boarding pass</title>
			<description>If I ever come to your mind in a European village,&amp;nbsp;Don't you dare water the city's soil with your tears,&amp;nbsp;Where I am, your pain cannot belong,&amp;nbsp;The final decree of a contract I once signed.I got a visa to your homeland,&amp;nbsp;Not just so my scent could blow to your home on the wind.To vi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2953226/</link>
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			<title>unrhymed</title>
			<description>If apologies healed the wounds,I would have thought I'd never met you.We wrote a new poem over every scar.From dead words and empty promises.How can a person's existence be so lostwhile opening the doors of dreams?If abandoning me were a sin, which god would you ask for forgivene..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2953062/</link>
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			<title>letting go of summer love</title>
			<description>Every road that I chose to left behindAnd the doors they slammed at my faceBrought me to a new pathThat I should carry an empty packageAll the hope I've been havingAnd all of the guys I've been kissingJust left me halfway through the WorldAnd I left a pinch of hope and lovesEvery p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2952668/</link>
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			<title>broken soul</title>
			<description>The notes of old songs remain on my skin.You kiss, but not my soul.Because I had long since sold it to the devil.For so-called love letters.I paid for all the hells I was left in and the heavens I was promised.I waited with my empty suitcase at the door of late buses.And I couldn't..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2952665/</link>
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			<title>No one Belongs to Istanbul</title>
			<description>No one belongs to IstanbulLives going between two partsMiddle Ages to the New AgeIstanbul has always been stuck in betweenand halfwayIt has room for new beginnings but has not found a place for itselfBrought lovers togetherBut the best breakup poems have been written thereNo on..</description>
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			<title>homesick</title>
			<description>I'm going homeNo, not to my hometownNot to my countryNot where I used to liveWhere poets meet soulsWhere books take up more space than dustAnd where lovers don't see the impossibleI didn't grow up in cities where we wait to see the sunYet we always looked to the humid side of the..</description>
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			<title>New Beginnings</title>
			<description>The absence of you didn't killThe morning after you left I woke up with a sigh of reliefA pain lifted from my chestI met up with my friends and didn't even look at my phoneI didn't wonder if you send me a good morning messageMy mind wasn't confusedMy emotions weren't scatteredMy dizz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2951169/</link>
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			<title>still selfish star</title>
			<description>A pinch of disappointmentFell from the stars tonightAnd I thought it was a cometand made a wishNot for you to comeNot for you to loveBut for you to winThe wars you never told anyoneI don't mention your name anymoreI don't think about youI don't dream about youThere's just a..</description>
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			<title>darkest shade of blue</title>
			<description>I lean on the wall to have something to lean onBut what if an earthquake happens and my home collapses on me?This is the new me thinkingI get back up againFor you to tear me down betterI open my heart to show youwhere to hit me rightThank you for feeding all my sorrowsI thought..</description>
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			<title>Alice's Questions</title>
			<description>&quot;I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush&quot;</description>
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			<title>heart's language</title>
			<description>Even if I didn't know any language in this worldI would swallow the ashes of burned libraries to know youMy heart sings songs in languages &amp;#8203;&amp;#8203;you won't understandyet each note carries a drop of blood from my heart to yoursSo you can trust me to play the right chordI'm waiting for you even..</description>
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			<title>fresh out of the asylum</title>
			<description>fresh out of asylum where everyone knows the bestI am the black sheep they cursed my nameI am the one who will shout &quot;freedom&quot; next to William WallaceI am the thankless person in the golden cageand I run away without looking backI didn't forgive you because I know I couldand this lonely awareness th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/berenongur/2949944/</link>
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			<title>space is full of you</title>
			<description>Everywhere I lookAnd everything I seeHas the reflection of your heartThat I fear the brokeOh my wine to avoidI'd still be drunk withoutGive me my poems and kissesYour attention is only I'm dying of</description>
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			<title>putting roots in my dreamland</title>
			<description>&quot;My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand&quot;&amp;nbsp;and thats how it all goes&amp;nbsp;coming to the office alone&amp;nbsp;lying down to couch like you own the around&amp;nbsp;this is what the drugs for&amp;nbsp;crying all alone till no body stays</description>
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			<title>running back home to you</title>
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			<title>Killed the Sylvia</title>
			<description>16.05.23
I survived somewhere.</description>
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