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Roots

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2019

Help it.

 

Can you

help it?

 

Falling when there’s

no ground to stand on.

 

Catch me.

 

Will you

catch me?

 

I can’t promise

I will trust enough to

fall even close to where you are.

 

Remember.

 

I

remember.

 

Once I was

nowhere near

touching the world

but I knew more than ever

it was there.

 

Two steps.

 

I take

two steps

down.

 

I look back.

I meant to climb up.

 

I meant to be

closer to the peak than

the roots.

 

Where are

my roots?

 

You hold them

in

your hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 10/8/19

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Broken

If love is happiness

then why do we look for love

just to risk being in pain.

 

you lose yourself

Your heart and your brain.

 

They teach us everything in school

but they forgot about love.

 

Cause everything we do is never 

Enough.

 

Everything is perfect for a moment

You don't realise how much of you

Is falling.

 

You do everything to please the person

But then they cut u off, for no reason.

 

Wish someone would  point me to the right one

It would be easier than playing with my own 

Thoughts.

 

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Bluebird


She is the bluebird

And I am a pigeon

I’d not find it hard

To make a decision


She is the violet

And I am a burr

You pick her up

And pick me from your shirt


She is the statue

And you are the traveler

If we are the thread

 

Then she’s the unraveller


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Fall

October's raring to get us high on sugar
with temperature falling

 

In an elevating freight elevator
I overheard a conversation between two adults

 

behind their ragged full grown beard
which could hide their faces

 

but failed to hide their
childish love for colorful things

 

They were discussing if
skittles were even considered candies.

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Bend and Break

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Poems.

I can't let anyone inside,

they keep trying to stay in stride,

with me they fall behind,

I don't know myself and what I'll find.

 

It all hurts now,

it throbs away inside every day.

The pain is physical now,

it won't end unless I can say...

 

that I am done,

that I have control,

that I won't let it rule my world,

no, not anymore.

 

It's not easy,

to bend and not to break,

I wish you could see me,

that this is more than I can take.

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To Write

To write
as I do
Is a seemingly hard
thought process
made easy
by words
written together
is an abstract
sort of way
to fill the readers mind
with mystery
Part sentence
Part phrase
which creates the illusion
of truth
Within these mysteries
is who I am
The words aren't difficult
and the structure
is simple
Look beyond
what you read
and you'll find
me.

               copyright 2018 by RW Erskine
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I Don't Know How It Goes

What do I write about?

The story of my life!
I don't know how it goes, do you?
It's a matter of question to you and me to ponder on.
This side of eternity once given is true........or false in ones perception of it all.
Do you remember or is it I've forgotten in all this distraction freely given, to what ends I do not know.
Make believe is what it is I think. It's here in one moment and gone in the next.
How could it be anything other than
Games, we all play them, in hopes to gain some more of it.
Of, 'it'!, whats 'it'?
Life I said. Don't you remember?
or have you forgotten what it is, what it's all about.
I'll tell you what, lets make believe that I am you, and you are me.
Okay now, tell me about your life.
I don't know how it goes, I've forgotten you.
        
             Copyright 2018 by RW Erskine
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Broken Puzzles

In a unforgiving
train of thought
I lay my head
to weep
upon my pillow
Which comforts me
on the horizons
of my mind
I put together
puzzles
of broken pieces
and never realize
How many of them
are missing.

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Wandering

Wandering into the unknown 

Traveling alone, on the lonely road

Emptiness swelling inside my mind

Constant suicidal thoughts pass me by

Coaxing me to fall behind

Convincingly, temptingly, opening my eyes

To see there is nothing left of me

Nothing stored for my future ahead

Pictures of my past on this screen

A private slideshow of what used to be

My life is playing over, in front of me

Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what lies ahead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another poem with no date. My mother printed a lot of poems that I had up on a website for years, so this is all much older.

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