Ren Mayloft

Ren Mayloft Apr 2016

Slip down,
Don't frown,
It is better than it may sound,
You were the one I found,
Royalty you were crowned,
It was soft and slow,
That was the flow,
No real need to go,
Your feelings would show,
The ones you weren't willing to stow,
I fell for you,
We could all see it was true,
Now all you had to do,
Was fall for me.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

Faith

I took a leap,
Turns out I fell in a heap,
Not like it matters,
It just made me sadder,
I was told to call,
So I took the fall,
There was no way to stall,
Just a broken answering machine,
No voice to greet me,
Except a fake one,
I thought I had a sun,
Finally a nice someone,
Yet again,
I only have a half friend,
And an angry message to send,
Nothing to say,
As I drift softly away,
Slowly I start to sway,
Then I'm gone,
Like the end of a song,
The last cord struck,
Fading into silence,
Nothing new,
Sad and true.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

Folded Hearts and Sticker Stars

Fold after fold,
On paper my ink was sold,
Words I was told,
Through words in a song,
My resolve became strong,
So I folded,
Making paper hearts,
Trying to replace the one I lost,
73 hearts is not enough,
So I fold more,
Hoping just to restore,
The heart dropped on the floor,
I'm not keeping score,
(Twice the heart hit the ground)
So I went to a different sound,
Words that I found,
Inking letters on heart after heart,
Hoping to give mine a jump start,
To no avail,
The love was stale,
I lost time,
Creating things
That left no stings,
It is a pleasant surprise,
Like a sunrise,
Something I rarely see,
Since I am me,
Falling asleep under inked words,
Carefully laid on crafted hearts,
And sticker stars,
The real ones are much to far,
Hidden behind fog,
So here I am,
Song after song,
Folding my heart to repair,
Up I stare,
At folded hearts and sticker stars.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

Fingers

Stop.
Those ten digits will get you in trouble,
Double the power to get thoughts across,
Maybe the meaning will be lost,
It was a possibly deadly cost,
Life is an expensive thing,
From that shiny ring,
To the phone that will ping,
Or watching someone sing,
It all costs,
Ignore that,
Stop the words on the screen,
They appear with emotion,
Sometimes they show devotion,
Others things are difficult to get through,
No way to know what is true,
Maybe you think you do,
Or you are lying to yourself,
Stop those fingers from flying across the keys,
It could bring someone to their knees,
Make people fall like leaves from trees,
Ten fingers do so much more than ever before.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

A Cube

Today I got a message,
From a stranger,
There was no danger,
I was behind a screen,
It was my choice to talk,
A fake persona to rock,
A different version of myself,
A piece I pull off the shelf,
Responding to word after word,
My fingers fly like a bird,
Smooth and without mistake,
It is not hard to be mildly fake,
Showing a side most do not view,
Maybe this is a side too.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

Screen Silence

No bright lights,
No waiting fights,
No goodnights,
Just nothing,
I said the last thing,
It made it through the internet,
Lighting up the other screen,
This must have been seen,
With all the signs of waiting messages,
Little red things with numbers,
Not hard to miss,
Maybe there is no care,
I thought it was there,
Now I just stare,
And think of what I want to say,
Maybe I should just go away,
Yet I need a place to stay,
The screen is my home,
My words on your phone,
Not acknowledged,
So I now I'm here,
Sitting alone,
No messages on a screen,
Time for my mind to be mean,
It doesn't matter anyway,
I never thought anyone would stay.

Ren Mayloft Mar 2016

Go.

You have to understand!
Please,
I need you to,
I could keep rambling,
No I can't my mind is scrambling,
Everything is mixed up,
I need it all to stop,
Take a photo,
Crop,
Shape it differently,
Add a filter,
Make it fake,
Alter the entire thing,
Let the cold sting,
Allow my ears to ring,
Change my thoughts to silence,
I do not need dark guidance,
Let everything sink in,
Try something new,
Or let everything stay the same,
Do not leave the bubble,
Safety nets can only go so far,
Mine could scar,
Yet so could so many other things,
I just need to try,
To see what everything is about,
Maybe I will try to shout,
Show my cards,
I know I won't,
There is no way I want to expose myself,
I like my secrets in my mental shelf,
Sharing can be fun,
Never when something gets done,
Help was what I wanted,
Then I got it and it was no longer appealing,
Things were too revealing,
To an untrusted person,
Pushed into new places,
Seeing so many new faces,
Lost in a sea,
With no real version of me,
Just a shell anyone could see.