ERS - Hello Poetry

I lost my self in this Wonderless adventure. Trying to find the way of my pen. I drove my self into this endless cave, Hiding my self from this world. A continuous circle I need to break. Beginning things an yet far from finishing. Times like these remind me of when I left my thoughts and feelings Not interacting with one another. A fight between 2 Wild Dogs. An my emotions poured into these empty bottles. Turning my body into a empty shell. Letting this Universe I call Inspiration Go. "Its every where in something Creative". Scratching the surface, crawling back to my feet. Trying to connect all these dots, Bringing me back to this Stimulated Mentally, That I Call being a POET. BY ERS

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC

Losing Inspiration

I lost my self in this Wonderless adventure. Trying to find the way of my pen. I drove my self into this endless cave, Hiding my self from this world. A continuous circle I need to break. Beginning things an yet far from finishing. Times like these remind me of when I left my thoughts and feelings Not interacting with one another. A fight between 2 Wild Dogs. An my emotions poured into these empty bottles. Turning my body into a empty shell. Letting this Universe I call Inspiration Go. "Its every where in something Creative". Scratching the surface, crawling back to my feet. Trying to connect all these dots, Bringing me back to this Stimulated Mentally, That I Call being a POET. BY ERS

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There are phrases that I cannot explain when I speak to you. Maybe it's just a thought or maybe I've gone soft. Like the clouds thinking its cotton candy, passed memories made shadows Tears that made Rain. Roses I met indeed, but let here rose peddles leading my scents to other messes. My passion became no more an made the seas quiet. Juliet WAS the name for all my lovers. Juliet WAS only a costume to hide there names. An empire I created with flirts But it BURSTED - out into flames an became my worse nightmares an my worst pains. Trying to cover the sun with just a finger Blindly out shined by it's own beauty. A Mystery Where misery has chased me, An started to become Happy endings. Errors paint my screen beneath the dark Unworthy to ever press spellcheck. Maybe is a curse of ur endless beauty or has my eyes seen through your purity. A world of matters Where I have dissolved my pasted. To tell my thoughts that they have never forgotten you. An say opportunities come rarely, an let me be your overcoat when NightFalls. Sincerely Yours Truly Romeo

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC

Letters To Juliet

There are phrases that I cannot explain when I speak to you. Maybe it's just a thought or maybe I've gone soft. Like the clouds thinking its cotton candy, passed memories made shadows Tears that made Rain. Roses I met indeed, but let here rose peddles leading my scents to other messes. My passion became no more an made the seas quiet. Juliet WAS the name for all my lovers. Juliet WAS only a costume to hide there names. An empire I created with flirts But it BURSTED - out into flames an became my worse nightmares an my worst pains. Trying to cover the sun with just a finger Blindly out shined by it's own beauty. A Mystery Where misery has chased me, An started to become Happy endings. Errors paint my screen beneath the dark Unworthy to ever press spellcheck. Maybe is a curse of ur endless beauty or has my eyes seen through your purity. A world of matters Where I have dissolved my pasted. To tell my thoughts that they have never forgotten you. An say opportunities come rarely, an let me be your overcoat when NightFalls. Sincerely Yours Truly Romeo

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Has my soul woundered around in many different time lines Trying to escape a reality that I have never wanted to see. Trying to predict a future with out you. The bad descions have been coming back to bite me again. Karma has finally made it's descion to hit me. Asking my self the same questions over an over again, Drowning my self in a bottle of Scotch. Asking my self on replay Would I jump to the past to change things? Or should I stay an have another dance with the devil? BY ERS

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC

Time Machine

Has my soul woundered around in many different time lines Trying to escape a reality that I have never wanted to see. Trying to predict a future with out you. The bad descions have been coming back to bite me again. Karma has finally made it's descion to hit me. Asking my self the same questions over an over again, Drowning my self in a bottle of Scotch. Asking my self on replay Would I jump to the past to change things? Or should I stay an have another dance with the devil? BY ERS

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There are times when I look up in the sky Asking my self if I'm the only one Crazy enough to look for this Poisonist Sensation that it's called LOVE. Countless incourters I have with the moon Communicating with her As I sit out in front of my porch admiring it's endless beauty. Like a diamond in the sky that no light an dark can stop it's shine. My nights have made the tides higher As if the moon heard my words. I say to her drift my lover to shore. An make my lover see u as well She replayed with a sweet whisper "Someone Somewhere Is looking at me as well" By ERS

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Oct 25, 2018

Oct 25, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC

Moon

There are times when I look up in the sky Asking my self if I'm the only one Crazy enough to look for this Poisonist Sensation that it's called LOVE. Countless incourters I have with the moon Communicating with her As I sit out in front of my porch admiring it's endless beauty. Like a diamond in the sky that no light an dark can stop it's shine. My nights have made the tides higher As if the moon heard my words. I say to her drift my lover to shore. An make my lover see u as well She replayed with a sweet whisper "Someone Somewhere Is looking at me as well" By ERS

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Has the bitterness of my lips reached The aromas of spring. My Dear - I say I open backdoors where doors were never ment to be. I unfold the moon as if I drew it out of thin air. I dissolve worlds an make new ones, as if I was the true created. I whisper in a soft voice an say "I now live in pages written with my own blood". P.S It's not how much you write, It's how you begin to grow roots and gloom in darkest hours. BY E.R.S

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC

Meaning Of A Poet

Has the bitterness of my lips reached The aromas of spring. My Dear - I say I open backdoors where doors were never ment to be. I unfold the moon as if I drew it out of thin air. I dissolve worlds an make new ones, as if I was the true created. I whisper in a soft voice an say "I now live in pages written with my own blood". P.S It's not how much you write, It's how you begin to grow roots and gloom in darkest hours. BY E.R.S

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Many have said why do I write so much. I said "I been listening to the flow of art of my pen". The beautiful voices that have said to me to CONTINUE. You can listen to my pen and what it has said to this piece of paper. There are times where I can no longer see myself as a person. Only what's coming out of my pen, The ink I compare my self to. But where has the emotions gone to? If I'm only ink? Emotions that I can never discribe. Ink that crys on it own For every movement my hand makes, A different form of pain comes out. Emotions that can only be described through this pen. Excietment, happiness, pain and sarrow, all coming out at once. There are nights where I close my self to the world, while under the night light preferring to open up with my Pen. The last drops of ink has spilled An said out loud A Pen without ink is a Pen without it's owners soul. By ERS

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC

A Writers Emotions

Many have said why do I write so much. I said "I been listening to the flow of art of my pen". The beautiful voices that have said to me to CONTINUE. You can listen to my pen and what it has said to this piece of paper. There are times where I can no longer see myself as a person. Only what's coming out of my pen, The ink I compare my self to. But where has the emotions gone to? If I'm only ink? Emotions that I can never discribe. Ink that crys on it own For every movement my hand makes, A different form of pain comes out. Emotions that can only be described through this pen. Excietment, happiness, pain and sarrow, all coming out at once. There are nights where I close my self to the world, while under the night light preferring to open up with my Pen. The last drops of ink has spilled An said out loud A Pen without ink is a Pen without it's owners soul. By ERS

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I have reached a breaking point that has slowly led every thought of you on to the ground. My tears have reached onto this paper, Before this letter surfaced up to the light. Day by day This message has become a nightmare And maybe this will fall onto Depth Ears. Maybe you'll never read this, Perhaps you'll never find it. Maybe one day, you will see I was sincere with my words, spilling them out like a waterfall. It's a unwanted power As if a Queen left golden strands of hair behind. All these years of assumptions have become worse A Gore to bare with. A Lost color for my soul BY ERS

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC

A SOULESS COLOR

I have reached a breaking point that has slowly led every thought of you on to the ground. My tears have reached onto this paper, Before this letter surfaced up to the light. Day by day This message has become a nightmare And maybe this will fall onto Depth Ears. Maybe you'll never read this, Perhaps you'll never find it. Maybe one day, you will see I was sincere with my words, spilling them out like a waterfall. It's a unwanted power As if a Queen left golden strands of hair behind. All these years of assumptions have become worse A Gore to bare with. A Lost color for my soul BY ERS

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I write to u in metaphors As if they were hieroglyphics. A different langue that I do not speak, But I write frequently In disguise- Away from the moon Where the sun doesn't want to hug the earth. That's how I begin every day without the light. Just a blissful word that speaks to my ears to get up. I have wounder around in my own writings speaking to people that I dont know. As for the both of you I have become more than a stranger A distant son. Like a needle in a hay stack. Wondering if my lips will ever speak out my true feelings. Figuring out rhymes without a sense of tone, Because I have surrendered to silence. An became death to nature. Have I lost my heart? Have I been blind to never open up? I have called my feelings Hiding beneath every word. As tears shower this paper because I have extended my vocabulary to spell out love. An I write what my voice negates to say "I Love both of you, An I shall Stay until my last living breath". By E.R.S

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC

Mother And Father

I write to u in metaphors As if they were hieroglyphics. A different langue that I do not speak, But I write frequently In disguise- Away from the moon Where the sun doesn't want to hug the earth. That's how I begin every day without the light. Just a blissful word that speaks to my ears to get up. I have wounder around in my own writings speaking to people that I dont know. As for the both of you I have become more than a stranger A distant son. Like a needle in a hay stack. Wondering if my lips will ever speak out my true feelings. Figuring out rhymes without a sense of tone, Because I have surrendered to silence. An became death to nature. Have I lost my heart? Have I been blind to never open up? I have called my feelings Hiding beneath every word. As tears shower this paper because I have extended my vocabulary to spell out love. An I write what my voice negates to say "I Love both of you, An I shall Stay until my last living breath". By E.R.S

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After all this time I can now sit an write Forgetting my pass years of endless flights. Desintations among the shadows, Where images cannot Appear. For some reason I closed my self to this lonesome fog. Making my ink to stop. My Agony becomes extensions of deadly Airs, For dying leaves to settle in my grave. My lonely nights Are poems in a difficult times Turning beautiful flowers to gloom In cemeteries. It appears me that I have open my self to a word of emptiness, An rumours to me became a curtain for eyes to never see happiness. As I say in between my words An call out "I feel Alone among millions"….. By E.R.S

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

ALONE

After all this time I can now sit an write Forgetting my pass years of endless flights. Desintations among the shadows, Where images cannot Appear. For some reason I closed my self to this lonesome fog. Making my ink to stop. My Agony becomes extensions of deadly Airs, For dying leaves to settle in my grave. My lonely nights Are poems in a difficult times Turning beautiful flowers to gloom In cemeteries. It appears me that I have open my self to a word of emptiness, An rumours to me became a curtain for eyes to never see happiness. As I say in between my words An call out "I feel Alone among millions"….. By E.R.S

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I have committed a crime, The cine that I have made when my eyes saw you for the first time. The first time was like a star has strucked me. Zeus's bot has no impact like you have had in me. It's like sleeping became a recipe for all my fantasies with you. A dream with you I had many times, Then I wake up bathed in sweat And seeing you werent next to me. A dream i had with you, Ment dreaming with my eyes open, Am I dead or alive? Made you a main character that I can not chase in real life. BY ERS

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC

A DREAM

I have committed a crime, The cine that I have made when my eyes saw you for the first time. The first time was like a star has strucked me. Zeus's bot has no impact like you have had in me. It's like sleeping became a recipe for all my fantasies with you. A dream with you I had many times, Then I wake up bathed in sweat And seeing you werent next to me. A dream i had with you, Ment dreaming with my eyes open, Am I dead or alive? Made you a main character that I can not chase in real life. BY ERS

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