March right the hell away from me
Just leave me in your wake
I am sick and tired of
All my give
And all your ******* take.
You’ve ****** me dry,
You succubus.
I’m done with all the lies.
I know I said I’d be there,
Now I’ll be your demise

*(r.e.)

Amidst their struggle still to gain
Their tears have sunk for the suddenly slain
Sprinkled drops of warm red rain
The edge that stirs up a vast deep pain
Though our fragile hearts break again
They lie in our thoughts like a mild wild flame
Even as they return the way they came
Our minds were the graves they've always lain

We who like poetry,
We who read these heartbreaking tidings.
We are quite the voyeurs:
Witnessing the silent struggle of our fellow poets,
While they wear their "heart on their sleeve".

While they open their heart and pour their suffering
Too honestly to be good,
Too ambiguously to be known,
Too blue to be shared,
But strong enough it can be felt.

It ain't easy to write of your own demise,
And yet you will only talk of these things to the blank page:
Who won't judge, nor bring advise.
Just a release, just a way to express ourselves, that staring page,
Expectant to be carved with our confessions, with our heart:
A love vampire.

And as a friend of mine says:
"Unrequited love is the best food for a poet's soul"
Yet it's bitter no end, yet it's saddening no end.
As a friend of mine says:
"Poets are faded blue"
Yet it's hard to lose all joy, be colorblind.
You don't write to feel good,
You write 'cause you feel bad.

And we who like poetry,
Seek in those lines ourselves,
We rejoice on finding there
A phrase or two that tell
That we're not alone
And that others
Suffer too.

These lines on my neck
Scars scarred of regrets
Reminding me everyday how i’m blessed
If the rope didn't break by chance
If those 'angels' hadn't come in time
I’ll be in a place where heaven & hell doesn't coexist

I live my life differently now
Every day breathing in spores of hope
Everyday with families & friends pulling me back-
from my melancholy past
Every time i intend to plummet

These strangers that i now called friends(angels)
Saved me from myself
When they saw someone from their pane
With a hope pulling end
They cut through every enmity
Cutting that rope of contempt

As I dropped
Head first kissing the floor
I knew then & there
Why my life is so eminent
Why let love end my existence
Why there are still people who cared
Why leave when there's-
so much more to live for

All these answers gushing in
Making me realize
Just like a rope
You can either use it to end your life
Or you can climb your way to the top

Choose before you lose to the noose.


Erennwrites

It was all so sudden;

That he carried such heavy burdens;

And nobody knew how grave they were;

Until he passed away;

He left them in his will, you see,

For the whole family tree;

A house, his money, and love;

That's what he left for thee.

Not everybody understands;

But then, what does anyone,

Understand,

About

Her father's death?

Hastily away we shall go!
Hastily away we shall go in the dark!
In the dark we must go!
For we mustn't be seen
In the shadows we will crawl
For the shadows are obscene
Yes, our cover!
No our trap-
Our wily little fiend..
He cannot find us in the dark
So we hastily away!
Up, up the mountain
And over the sea
Down into a rabbit hole- No! Let us be
Cried the rabbits ever so mean
We cannot stumble
We may not make a sound
For if we do-
We will be found!
Away! Away!
Quicker now
It’s almost daybreak
The sun is near
It is drawing closer..
Ever so clear
Our death it is upon us.
Yes, we see the rising sun
We thought we could make it
What fools we have become!

Come to go,
the flux tastes
of salt and iron.

I? Then, a  
bitter-flavored fool.

Yet by moment
decide, oh Epitome,
that a stillness should
live, red and violet,
against
my threshold obsidian:
Let that selfishness wend.

I, now apathy
and you to wither.

I'm a steamroller on a highway,
Unstoppable, and gripped by craze.

'Get out of my way! I'm coming through!'
My vision's blurred, I'm trapped in a haze.

I swerve to the left, then swerve to the right.
Through the windshield, I see the moonlight;

Bright and shining; shining, bright,
Everything is coherent in that bright light.

The bang shocks the ride, and the glass shatters;
It's that rare moment of clarity...

The weeping bark is my destiny,
And I swerve again to meet the tree.

I've broken through my shell,
And I stand exposed.

So this is how the levee breaks...
I can hear the river barging as it explodes.

My crystal barricade has been breached.
There's no escape, there's no defense.

The night's conspiracy is in fruitition.
And I rest my case, cease pretense.

The moonlight was a gentle kiss,
On this night, it wasn't alone...

You were the target I was destined to miss;
I'd lost the mortgage for my time loan.

--

My number was up, I was your slave
Funny how that worked out

On saving you,
My core reactor burned out.

The little boy in the moonlight
Was the reason for my demise.

Were you my personal demon?
Or my salvation, my prize?

--

You devoured me, I worshipped you.
Then up you got, and there you left.

Guess you were my demon then...
You abandoned me, bereft.

Silhouettes
Shadows
Sights, dancing before my eyes
Voices
Noise, grazing my ear canals
Touch
A subtle whisper
Breath on my neck
Shivers.
Inhale
Exhale
Eyes finding eyes
Gazes held
Hands
Feeling, always feeling
Too close
For comfort
Closer still
Perfect
-ly horrid.
Cause to
My demise

 *s.q.