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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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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.  

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 

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        

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

Silently

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

Shattered

Clattered

Minds

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

Dies

And all the lies

Lie with us

Before hitchhiking on a bus

To truth

And leaving us

Shattered

On the tile

What is addiction?

A small child calls out from the crowd

Her voice isn’t loud

But it breaks the silence

And someone replies and says

It’s the violence

Within our own minds

It’s the loss of sanity

Left behind

The gun with one bullet

Aimed at the head

That slips so slowly through the air

And doesn’t make a sound

As if it were underwater

It’s like when the pencil runs out of led

And the writer can’t get out of bed

Because they have nothing left

But just a hollow pencil

Just a hollow body

No mind

No words

Like a bird

That can’t fly

Because he spent his wings on the temporary high

But, above all these things

Addiction is a sickness

That makes you feel total bliss

But only for a minute

Because after it leaves the body

It leaves you feeling spotty

Because you can’t remember a thing

And you know nothing but the feeling

Of your mind peeling away

And falling into the ocean

Losing motion

Of the land

Because your hand is shaking

And every breathe you are taking

Feels like your last

Until you feed the addiction

With your need for a substance

To take you away

From the pain you feel every single day  

My heart

Held by a viscrp 

The tears that ran down his face

Cut against the vein

His years

So pure and whole

Never to stay; adolescence 

For the Reaper loves his pain

This life

Stinging sorrow

The value of a silverlining cloud 

Learn to love the rain

The feeling which makes the last one waiting in tears, remembering that they never want to be alone. No choice is made in deciding their fate, it’s destiny that leaves them behind.

Everyone that they have loved, and will have ever loved, followed the path where they want to go. Bright as the lights through a window, the paths left unseen and unfollowed.

Left alone in the crossroads, seeing nothing but yellow. And orange. And white. With hints of red being left behind.

Is it from their body or their mind?

Loneliness is the only thing they’ll find.

Wondering in white with a dark flashlight, bleeding red from the eyes while looking for journeys to find. A path in grey alights.

With no destination in sight, they risk the change and enter a world of monochrome.

A surprise at the end, an expected encounter, leads them somewhere unplanned and eventually

Gone.

Hammering hard against the glistening tin

Rain, crystalline rain, midnight rain

Swirling and mixing and mingling the canvas paint

The earth finally drinks, but then woefully drowns;

A deluge once again

“Go ahead, smile at the chaos”

Me, solitary me, midnight me

Mind wide open but mouth firmly shut

Split into hims and her and its and thems

Characters mirroring the earth; swirling, mixing, mingling

Trudging up and scudding down the dim, narrow passage

While still smiling and basking in the chaos

Hammering hard against my glistening tin