Switchblade by Mehmet Akgönül

Mehmet Akgönül, Poetry

Switchblade

After all the tears you’ve cried—

Your eyes were about to dry.

I wanted to give you some peace of mind.

You won’t believe it, but I swear I tried.

I can see in your eyes you are up to leave me.

A sharp expression hangs on your face—

That will cut the strings that bind me to this reality.

Is God so cheeky to tear the pages of our love—

from the book of destiny?

A shadow of wings appeared on the wall behind you.

I took the switchblade out of my pocket—

To stab the angel who came to get you.

Your last breath shattered in the air.

I was left with the switchblade in my hand.

I didn’t even get the chance to fight for you.

I stand in front of your soulless body—

Like a statue made of marble that poor quality.

The quantity of emotions I experience suffocates me.

In a hospital room with yellowed walls, my lungs refuse oxygen,

My brain is taken over by the killer genes that sleep in my body.

I’ll take my revenge on the holy one who took you from me—

even if I have to sell my soul!

Bio: Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He worked as an editor  in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books, The Nonconformist Literary Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Punk Noir Magazine, Close to The Bone 4.4 Showcase and more… His first book ‘The Role of Literature as Motive for Murder’ will be published from Close to The Bone Publishing in 2022.

Twitter: @akgonulmehmet

Instagram: @mehmetakgonul

Insomnia by Mehmet Akgönül

Mehmet Akgönül, Poetry

Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He worked as an editor  in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books, The Nonconformist Literary Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Punk Noir Magazine and The Dope Fiend Daily.

Twitter: @akgonulmehmet

Instagram: @mehmetakgonul

This poem was first published in the March 2020 issue of the ‘Bosphorus Review of Books’.

Insomnia

My blue eyes seek the ocean of yours

Take a breath and dive in to my soul

Don’t fear the darkness inside me

Only you can purify me

You died seven years ago

Are you in heaven or hell?

I’ve been awaiting the reaper for seven years

Over commited seven sins

Searching for you in seven seas

The seventh day I couldn’t sleep

Will you come to my dream?

Insomnia causes silence, except your scream.

Come to my dream, follow the dark

Paint your self portrait on my heart

The man who died by Mehmet AKGÖNÜL

Mehmet Akgönül, Poetry

Bio: Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He worked as an editor  in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books, The Nonconformist Literary Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Punk Noir Magazine and The Dope Fiend Daily.

Twitter: @akgonulmehmet

Instagram: @mehmetakgonul

The man who died

I’ll want to hang myself to the trigger

And the barrel look towards infinity

Let the weight of my sinful body

Be the soul of the bullet that will puncture destiny

Filthy minds and reckless human beings

I am the loneliest among this crowd

May be I should wear a fake crown

And sit on the most uncomfortable throne

Like a bad dancer-

Spread to my body, my cancer

I consume my time in earth

It will be a pleasure to get rid of this dirt

Mehmet AKGÖNÜL ***I dedicate this poem to my uncle who continued his fight against cancer until his last breath. R.I.P. AHMET OKKALI. ***

Three Poems by Mehmet Akgönül

Mehmet Akgönül, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

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Confession

 

I feel wide awake

when I am in danger

I tried very hard

to get rid of this boredom

all I need is temper

and little bit of blood

dripping from my angel

my body is like a cage

that can’t fit my soul

you know I have to feed

my greedy pride and emptiness

emptiness is like a gate

that goes to nothing

nothing but darkness itself

I am constantly digging

to find a way out or way in

I’m a nothing and free of flaws

like a black dot on a white page

the only thing obvious is me

 

Mehmet Akgönül

 

Thoughts

 

I can read all my taughts

like an old, hardback and dusty book

last night I underlined specifically this part

“I want to cry for my failures

but I don’t want to kill myself.”

I’ve thinking about it too much recently

what is needed to be free?

to use my wings to fly?

or to get rid of this boring life

that you think of as heaven

to cut my wings and cursing to God

with my free will and all of my pride

before crashing to the freedom

like fallen angels and abandoned children

 

Mehmet Akgönül

 

Unknown

 

I tampered with the unknown

It made me forget what’s known

I started lose my reality

Can you lend me yours

 

Time, place and death

Unstoppable repetition of history

Perfect cycle of Ouroboros

And things that never happens

 

Have I been cursed by Goddess

Or am I rewarded with your presence

Everything ends or nothing ever happen

You are my salvation and my existential crisis

 

Mehmet Akgönül

 

Bio:

Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He worked as an editor and writer in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books, The Nonconformist Literary Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review and Punk Noir Magazine.

Twitter: @akgonulmehmet

Instagram: @mehmetakgonul

Mail: mehmetakgonul@gmail.com

Two Poems by Mehmet Akgönül

Mehmet Akgönül, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine
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War about Peace
There was a man who trying to find peace
Every step he took brought him to the battlefield.
He lit a cigarette and then blew the smoke.
The smoke mixed with the smell of the corps.
“I think this would be my destiny,” he said.
A war about peace and flying bullets …
He opened his hands to the sky and prayed.
“God, take me to your garden and make me rest.”
Due to the noise of the battlefield ,
The God did not hear  him .
But the devil suddenly appeared and spoke .
“if you come with me you will suffer much less!”
The man searched for peace and begged God.
But his God was too busy to hear him and then he cried.
He decided to surrender himself to the mercy of the merciless devil.
“Maybe I could get rid of hidden villains who fought for peace.” he said.
A beam of light descended, and Archangel Gabriel grabbed the man by his arms.
With the touch of the angel, all the fear and anger of the man disappeared.
The man realized that God had heard him from the beginning
And then a voice echoed inside his head:
“Rise, My son! And sail to the land where peace is dominant.
 You deserved this by living the world.
 Those who live never find peace.
Because we scratched hell into your minds.”
Mehmet AKGÖNÜL
Escape
Get me out of the cage I’m stuck with my own sick pride.
Sink with me to the most turquoise point of the sky.
Sail with me to the bottom of the dried ocean.
Don’t leave me alone in the yellow leaves of autumn.
All good old fashioned fairies are stuck in dusty tales
Come to me when all believed gods are abandoned,
Let’s applaud the prophets of destruction together.
Let’s escape from the shattered reality with gothic lullabies.
Mehmet Akgönül
Bio: Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He has been the Representative of Hacettepe University Faculty of Letters since 2016. He worked as an editor and writer in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His English poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books and The Nonconformist Literary Magazine.
Twitter: @akgonulmehmet
Instagram: @mehmetakgonul