Renee Ransom

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

A night filled with passion.
Filled with sensual caresses and steamy kisses.

In the aftermath you lie in each others arms.
And as you catch your breath,
Reality sinks in.

You don't want to leave but you know you must.
***** your feelings, spare her the heartache.
Spare her having to put up with your constant
Absence .

You feel your heart breaking at the thought of leaving.
And in her sleep she fumbles for your waist.
Pulling herself closer to you.

Your resolve crumbles.
And you think,
Just give me this.
Give me her.
One last time.
One last night.

Kay, not one of my best, but I needed to upload SOMETHING.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Uneven.

You're gone.
And you took some of me with you.
Not caring that I would never be the same.

Leaving me with the sense of emptiness.
Leaving me incomplete.
Just leaving me in general.

You were my other half.
The person who made me whole.

And now that you're gone..
.....
I'm uneven.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Let Me In.

I watch you go about your days.
In pain.
A pain that only I can see.
The pain that you won't let me help with.
Can't you see that I have a shoulder big enough to cry on?
That I want you to open up to me?
That you can trust me with anything?

It kills me knowing you're going through this alone.
It kills me to know that you won't talk about it.

Why can't you,
Just this once,
Trust me enough to
Let me in?

Why do I have to watch you suffer in silence
When I'm willing to share your pain?
When I'm willing to do anything to make you smile again?

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

The PuppetMaster

The strings are in place.
The stage is set.
The curtains rise,
And you're brought to life by
The PuppetMaster.

All your life you felt as if you've been controlled.
By family.
Friends.
Society.

You've fought the strings that want to hold you down.
Struggled against it's sting as they lash out at your skin.

But in the end,
You have no choice.
You let them tie knots around your ankles and wrists.
You let them do your makeup.
And you follow their every command.

With nothing but a blank look on your face.

Because you're just the one puppet out of millions.

And you must do the bidding of The PuppetMaster.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Dark.

The darkness closes in.
Leaving you suffocating.
Gasping for breath.

Fear grips you in its deathly clutch.
You try to scream,
but you can't make a noise.

You try to struggle against it.
To try and free yourself.
But your muscles are locked.

Something is holding you down.
Squeezing the very breath from your body.
Dark spots cloud your vision.

You feel yourself getting weak.
You give up your fight for life.
And the REAL darkness washes over your body.
You let yourself sink, in to eternal oblivion.

Middle of the night writing, probably the best time for me. xD

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Shoes...

We all have those shoes.
The ones where you've had for years.
The amazing ones that have fit you for about
Three or so years.

They have writing on them.
Holes.
Tears.

No they aren't worthless.
They mean everything to you.
They've been with you through the tough times.
And the easier patches of life.

Just because they're ***** doesn't mean throw
Them away.
If anything,
Try and clean them.
If they don't, those are the special ones.
The ones you hold closer.
Dearer to your heart.
The ones who will be the closest when you need
Them the most.

They are your safety blanket.
The one thing that is your constant in life.
Your rock.
Look back and you'll see,
They've always
been there.

Moral of the story,
*Never Underestimate Your Shoes

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Try And You Don't Suceed

try your damnest to not show fear.
If you do, they're going to eat you alive.
So you put on a brave face,
Trying to make others believe they don't affect you.
Trying show that you can rise above the torment.

But they see right through it.
They just let you make a fool of yourself.
Silently laughing at your pain.
Your agony.

Your brave face begins to crumble over time.
Leaving a tear stained face.
Leaving you exposed and
Vulnerable.
Why?
Because you didn't have the strength to go on.
Because you're tired of trying.