#bsupoetry

[emerwrites]

the inability to cope

It wasn’t that I never asked for help.

It’s that I asked so often

and cried so loudly

that they all stopped listening

[emerwrites]

3:56 am

I am the stealth of the city

I claim the tallest point and

Vanish from the inside out

Ten thousand lights blanket me

From the sound and pain below

Blinking their stories, speaking

In a language only time can teach

The silence is alive, far beyond the

Pale voicelessness of the daytime

Look down and you’ll see

Your life in your line of sight

A dark purple sky threaded with

Empty promises and white stars

Galaxies dance above nocturnal

Oblivion, reigning in blackened light

[emerwrites]

Playwright

Jarred harmonics prick my ears

Like needles, I falter mid sequence

The finished set collapses inwards

The game is over. You have won.

Before scripts, before cues, before words,

You wrote your way into the book

With honeycomb smiles and crystalline voice,

Cast and crew succumbed to you

You veered off the script

And altered your steps

So I was the fool who forgot her lines

A comic tragedy,

I am worthless as the spotlit dust spoiling the air

The audience peers through me

No longer at me

Upstaged

I dry my eyes on gloveless hands

And pray for a sound at the door

A prompt to exit without a bow

[emerwrites]

Soft Rage Sundown

I can't stand the shade The trees tower over the garden challenging the dipping sunlight to a cruel game of chasing Damp shadows flood the grass and you skip towards the shrinking patch of light behind us You, running to catch the warmth while the chill runs and catches me I should leave you be I'm just the dark cloud in your white sky, after all I stand to leave yearning for the artificial glow of a nearby street lamp But you step back to the shadow extend your hand and for a moment the clouds are cleared 'Rage with me'

[emerwrites]

The walls are black The neon lights glow gently against the darkness Electric signage illuminating the room Numbers on the clock blurred by the fluorescent flickering Time slurred stopped We marvel in this breaktaking setup We try to preserve the mesmerising image before us But the glow fades through a screen to a grainy snapshot An unfocused glimpse of the vibrant night we remember but cannot see That’s the lens through which we live

Time and Place, e.m.