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Ren Mayloft Jun 2016
A broken system,
Overheating with feeling,
My mind freewheeling,
From usual thoughts of nothing important,
Getting lost in heat,
So I try to beat back the emotion,
Trying to get rid of every notion,
Everything burning in my mind,
Hoping I'll find peace,
Instead of peace,
I accidentally hit the switch,
Leading me to nothingness,
Shut down mode,
Like on a computer,
Without a restart option,
Like a robot's off button,
Or putting something on autopilot,
Not giving a fight,
On this emotionless flight,
That will last the whole night,
Giving close to no one a fright.
Ren Mayloft Jun 2016
Letter after letter,
Forming words,
That could by swords,
Depends on who is wielding them,
Normally from feelings they stem,
Or lack thereof,
Type your heart out,
Fingers on keys,
They could be like a gently breeze,
Or a violent sea,
Until you read it over,
See your exposure,
Of raw feeling,
Then delete it,
Refuse to let them read,
Hiding that little seed,
Not letting that feeling feed,
Just select all,
And hit backspace,
Realize it was a waste,
Don't hit send,
Just let them be your friend.
Ren Mayloft Jun 2016
Fresh pain,
From crying I refrain,
Then I become fine,
Throw it from my mind,
Peace I could finally find,
One comment,
I'm back down again,
Without an end,
Back down a spiral of having to be okay,
Needing this anger to go away,
Hating the transfer of mad to sad,
Taking a breath,
I force myself to be fine again,
Nothing to ever be said,
No problem to address,
To myself I confess,
That this silly cycle is a mess.
Don't tell me it is, "just a question" if you know you won't like my answer and think I should have a different one. I just will not be the way that you want me to be because that is beyond my ability.
  Jun 2016 Ren Mayloft
Aditi
The demons of darkness
Found her again,
How could they?
When she was wearing a pretty and happy face

Oh silly girl,
We never really left,
In moment of darkness,
Everyone's pretense crack.

She screamed for help
The demons laughed,
When has screaming into a void
Ever gotten anyone anywhere?

Why do you follow my each step?
Why do you lurk in the shadows
And stab me in the back

Because you're our favorite prey,
The Harder you fight,
The stronger we get.

We have seen your desires,
They are what you'll never have,
You were right in thinking,
You'll always be inadequate.

Like an eclipsed sun,
like the delayed monsoon,
No matter how much you try,
You can never repair the damage you caused.
So what is the point?
I might just end it all.
With that, she drew her blade close

in those dark, bottomless, demonic eyes
The hunger was evident.

Maybe, left in me,
Is yet another fight,
the girl gave them a wink,
and took her flight.

She smiled and the sun broke through,
The delayed rain washed away,
All the Bloodshed of yesterday.

The war never stops,
Neither should you,
The world will keep conspiring,
But why should that stop you?
Ren Mayloft Jun 2016
Slipping into myself,
My answers getting emotionless,
Hiding the stress,
Quietly falling to my knees,
Trying to show the beauty of a breeze,
Once you can't feel,
All I can do is pretend being with you again could be real,
Of course that is intangible,
You are too far,
And I am to distant in a different way,
Watching the grass sway,
I sink into myself,
And slip away,
First in typed responses,
Then in life without your presence,
Losing  myself in essence.
Feelings and another person,
With that is disappear,
Into my mind,
Where there isn't much to find,
Except deliberate words and disappointment,
Spilled on your screen,
For you to read.
Ren Mayloft May 2016
How constant you are,
From the surface of my skin,
To deep within,
Bothering me with your tiny stings,
It does not take long,
To feel and then heal
All in the same day,
Changing all the time
Like every single line,
New words in different orders,
Shifting emotional and physical boarders,
Popping through skin,
Killing my heart from within.

Dear Pain,
Please leave me alone. This was never fun in the first place.
Love,
Pretty Much Everyone
Ren Mayloft May 2016
Word by word,
Forming sentences,
Hitting send
Hoping this won't end,
Waiting for a reply,
If I don't get one I might die,
Well...that is a bit of a lie
You get my point,
Checking relentlessly,
Hoping it delivered,
That it was read,
Wanting to see what they said,
Over and over,
The same cycle,
Hoping the person on the other end doesn't throw a curve ball,
Hoping that you won't be so stupid as to fall,
For a stranger,
In a game of conversation navigation.
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