love him

do you think he loves me?
that would require me to be lovable
past experiences indicate the probability is no
yet the past doesn’t mean the future owes us anything
so love him

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i hate you

you force out the worst in me
i become deplorable when we meet
i’m abominable for stooping to a deadbeat
my words take the form of white heat
with everything i say aiming to deplete
you of your happiness and will to thrive
because you don’t deserve it is what i decide
you brought this on yourself the moment your vice ossified
poor you to have angered the lawfully evil war bride
i can handle your perversion no matter how unjustified
but touch those i hold dear and you will be crucified
because one who would harm an innocent would be
shall receive no mercy from me
i gave you power with my command key
you relished at my state of being unfree
you called me weak when in actuality
you are the very definition of cowardly
so congrats! you’ve won the prize
of being the only person i love to despise
for my most famed trait is kindness
which you will never witness in your point of view
due to my vow of a shamelessly wicked attitude
you’re a lucrative lesson i must get through
but my God, i truly do hate you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I know forgiveness releases you, but the rage feels so right.

Had Forgotten



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Broken Pieces



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If at the moment of conception our life becomes not our own. 

What do we become, but the skin of another, whichs turns to waste.

        copyright RW Erskine 2018

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Sufferings of Angels

HOMELESS, HELPLESS, HOPELESS The Mornings Had The Smell Of Blood,

 The Nights Too Scary To Sleep. 

Every Minute A Louder Thud,

Making Human Lives So Cheap.

No Place Seems Safe To Stay. 

Not Even Inside Own Houses. 

Helpless, Being Treated As Castaway. Rendering, A Land Of Dead Masses.  

The Sun Does Not Rise Up There, Cause, There Reigns Darkness & Evil. 

All We Can Do is Say Our Prayer. 

And Long For The Land's Retrieval.  

Cries Are Deafening Than The Explosions. 

Yet Their Wailing Gets All The Shuns. 

Cursed Is The Age, Where Compassion Diminishes.

Hence When Cradles Become Tombs, Humanity Perishes.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's about the sufferings of people around us. We all are the Angels sent by God. We must have a peaceful and a beautiful life. But one side of the world is living in fear 

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Let me die
Let me burn
Let me rest in pieces

As I close my eyes let me fade away into the darkness
Absence of feeling
Embraced in silence
Comfortable in loneliness

Bury me alive 

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I have been battling depression for a very long time. 

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Demons spread, the darkening clouds      

Releasing voices, instead of rain            

Each drop, infusing my mind          

To dilute my faith, before they reign        


Please stop the rain Lord

Please stop all the rain

Please stop the pain Lord

Please stop all the pain


Like lightning strikes and thunder rolls             

The dropping voices, permeate my brain

Until, the evil spawns spew their vile                                                               

And make me go insane         


Please stop the rain Lord

Please stop all the rain

Please stop the pain Lord

Please stop all the pain


Gale winds drive those voices        

Like the Devil’s blivet, pierce my vein       

Boils the blood in my heart                                                                        

Leaving nothing there, to drain


Please stop the rain Lord

Please stop all the rain

Please stop the pain Lord

Please stop all the pain


Now the voices have stop falling

And my pleas, end their refrain

Thus my soul has stopped its calling

As I burn here, in Hell’s domain 

BOEMS by JA 711        

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Shattered on the Tile

His eyes

Feed the lies

They are filled with gloss

And loss

And I feel like they are staring at me

And I feel like they are staring at nothing

As his thoughts pour into the air


His face

Is covered in sweat

And regret

He falls to the floor

Once he can’t think anymore

And there are shattered pieces across the tile

Shattered pieces of hope




Sprawled across the ground

But no one makes a sound

It’s the violence

Of the reliance

That makes the brick

Break like a stick

A twig

His eyes

Open big

Then close

And in that moment

The rose


And all the lies

Lie with us

Before hitchhiking on a bus

To truth

And leaving us


On the tile