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 Jan 2015 Ren
Alyssa Rose
Touch awake the
disturbing
nights.

Her outgrown,
innocent
masquerade:






                   faded.
1.11.15
 Jan 2015 Ren
DC raw love
why do these things keep going through my head
i go to the shrink fourteen times a week

counciled and edited about whats in my head
they say i need to fix it are i'll end up dead

they ask me my problems twice a day
i say it's these voices inside my head

one says do this
one says do that
one says stop
one says go
one says hide

not knowing which to turn or what to do
one of my voices says come to you
 Jan 2015 Ren
DC raw love
Gray days
Night skies
Lonely feelings
Never die
Empty shoes
Wonder why

Unlit sun
Moonless skies
Empty heart
Only solitude
Heavy hand
Thoughtless moments

Rainy days
Foggy nights
Summer sweat
Nothings right
Dispair thoughts
Crushing sights

Pouring rain
Endless nights
Closing eyes
Crushing freight
Spilled blood
Nothing new
 Jan 2015 Ren
ryn
Sharp Things
 Jan 2015 Ren
ryn
How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?
- ThePoet


I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...

Longing
...a splinter
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore

Need
...a shard
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep

Miss
...a knife
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade

Want
...a syringe
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad

Love
...a stake
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart

Life*
...a spike
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail


These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Line taken off ThePoet's "How?", for Frank Ruland's "I Love Doing Lines!" challenge.

This line left me speechless when I first read it. It boasts of so few words but bears so much weight. It's smart, thought provoking and amazingly deep.
I started toying with it and came up with a response.

I am a big fan of ThePoet. I find that her entries exhibit uncanny wisdom, well laid thoughts and they're incredibly captivating.
Here's to you, ThePoet...
Thank you for the inspiration!
.
 Jan 2015 Ren
Kataleya
LOVE HER LIKE
 Jan 2015 Ren
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015 Ren
Joey Reams
I'm a raindrop on glass
Just one in a million
I rush to the flood,
passing the other raindrops,
stopping for nothing
Once I hit the ground,
I am no longer a raindrop

I become a puddle
Waiting with the others
We watch mother nature,
joining other puddles,
growing stronger
Once we're big enough,
We are no longer a puddle

We become a stream
Going with the flow
We slide down the street,
rushing next to each other,
searching for the end
Then we find it.

We fall down the drain
and separate from each other
I'm lost and alone
in a dark place
I don't know where I am
or where I'm going
but *I'm still moving
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