Ren's Poetry Jam

[Ren]

WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. I DO NOT HOLD MY TONGUE IN MY POETRY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU. THIS HAS BEEN A WARNING. I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU IF YOU READ FURTHER THAN THIS POINT. also it's not that bad, I just drop the f-bomb occasionally

I am an avid reader and writer of poetry, so I'll probably be posting some of my work here, just for an audience. I post things on deviantART as well.

This will be a combination of new and old pieces, so... yep. Just things I think are quality.

I'll open up this jam with a darker piece I wrote June 26th, 2012.

When The Devil Comes To Call

The devil can come 'round in forms quite unknown to man
He can take the disguise of a soapbox on a stand
An old father with silver hair and laugh lines gone away
Whispering, "Will you come home today?"

He can smile a jagged smile with rows of straightened teeth
He can tap his foot and dance with you to the angel beat
He can kiss you on the mouth and take all of your luck
He's a smartass, a scapegoat, and an even better fuck

The devil can glance at you through the crack in your door
She'll take half a loaf of bread but never ask for more
Yet she's there, and she's crying, and her eyes are so sad
Just a little girl, a tiny thing, begging to hold your hand

She can sing a melody written in nothing but prose
She can leave your garden bare with nothing but a rose
She can fly with all the beauty and the grace of a bird
She's listening, she's listening, and she'll never hear a word

The devil can pretend that you're sleeping safe at home
In your bed with a friend, or completely on your own
But the devil will creep in and make sure you're not alone
Yes, at least I've got the devil, at least I'm not alone

You can hide under your blanket, thinking you're safe from harm
You can wear the biggest grin and open up your arms
You can ignore the wind and rain, like none of it exists
But when the devil comes to call, it's you the devil's missed.

[Ren]

I am bright red (written December 14th, 2011)

I am bright red
because I am painted that way
By someone
Who
Doesn't know
Me
from Eve
I can't see my own skin
I clash with ever color I
wear, I
revere, I
see, and
people clash with me
And we are worried
We are wary
We stand out, and it's scary

I am bright red
because I've been stained by
love blood life
death anger lust
compassion
trust
And I don't buy new paint
Because I don't want
to show
my face
And I have no one else to become

I am bright red
because I've been changed and
My
Dreams
Hanged
by the beautiful
gold and green and
pink and orange and
black and
white and

I am bright red
because I painted that way
But I am not sure
even a
bright blur
Would make me seem unseen

I am bright red, but
in a place where colors
are pure
shit

red is dead.

[Ren]

Hello Can You Hear Me (written today!)

Hello, I'm here.
I'm not from here, though
I'm from the planet
the only planet
of Lackadaisyandias.

Hello, your customs
are strange and deranged
and I've been sneezing a lot more
I think it's because I'm in a new place
Misplaced
Displaced

Hello, that's the word,
right?
hellooooooooooooooooooooo
sounds like an echo
"is anybody here? anybody?
am I the only one?"

helloh
heavenoh, why isn't it
heavenoh?
a greeting should be pleasant
but maybe on your world
we all wish ill will

hello hello hello!
bounces like jell-o, jell-o, jell-o
... full of bones that aren't my own

oh, hello is hi?
"hi" is a tiny squeak
from someone so low
to someone so
hi
hi up there
I'm down here, I'm here
am I the only one?

am I the only one?

No.
hello
hell no

but you are all still so far away.

HELLO??