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Robin MacCuish Sep 2017
Path by Path
and a semblance of a man.
Apple trees grow
A garden of sin, of life
where I cannot find an apple
but I can an Orange

When life gives you
lemons make
                                               But this is an orange
Lemonade
                     But
Lemonade
                          I need
Lemonade

                        A cup of
Lemonade

                         Sugar
Lemonade
            ­                     And more
Lemonade
                           I need
Lemonade

                            A lemon
Robin MacCuish Sep 2017
When you walked into the room
I instantly wanted to be you.

Cause she had no one to judge
  she did drugs
Talked like a lawyer
smooth and silky
like the smoke from her breath
She was always burning bright
like the embers of her cigarettes

She drinks to the perfumed liquor
of  her adventure
running on the beach
driving into trees
Listening to thirty-year-old beats
she with unlimited freedom
each with a different color of rubber
Latex next to pills
Freedom like the dredges of gas in her truck
the art on her dash
Raw feelings of a guitar
smiles worn like strings
into partying nights

How could I even begin to ask for just a kiss?
Just to be a little like someone who feels risk?
Robin MacCuish Sep 2017
She lets her body slam forwards.
She let the glass slide backward
Break.
Don't stop
Gas pedal.
She feels freedom like the wind
like someone about to jump
She feels the dangers of being skinned
But she doesn't care
Cause she, she,
she is freer than the wind has ever been.
Break. Gas. Turn. Wheel. Pull.
She slides forward the world slides back
Like the destination is tomorrow
And the Road was yesterday
stranding miles behind.
So she laughs
Because
Gas. Gas. Gas. Break.
Has never felt so powerful
Like it wouldn't be the end of the world to use it
abuse it
Cause she thinks she's stronger than the wind
Cause somehow she thinks she is free
As the dollar sign on the meter rings
Ka-Ching
Robin MacCuish Aug 2017
There's a stranger in my body
She took the keys
locked me out
Sometimes I sit on my shoulders
hoping
One day She'll move out.
  Aug 2017 Robin MacCuish
charlie snow
you'll never know how it feels
to be a potato being fried
being mixed with salt or cheese powder
as people eat and digest you in their stomach

you'll never know how it feels
to be a teddy bear being hugged
or punched at because of its softness
since it has no life so you just kept doing it

you'll never know how it feels
to be the fat kid in your class
because you were popular
and everyone admired the pretty ones

you'll never know how it feels
to be gay as people tear you apart
because you're a disgrace
and the bible told you you're invalid

you'll never know how it feels
to be black because your skin is clear
and they never tried to **** you
because of your race and skin color

you'll never know how it feels
to be vincent van gogh as he tried
to poison himself by eating yellow paint
and drinking turpentine

you'll never know how it feels
to be a **** victim
whether you're a man or a woman
because you kept thrusting and it hurt

you'll never know how it feels
to be in heaven or hell
because you're dead
and you're starting somewhere ahead
trigger warning// it contains sensitive material
Robin MacCuish Nov 2017
She said: You're ugly
not with brutality
not with honesty
but with the sly backhand
slap
look at all that fat
fatfatfat
her hand branded me from that time.

nestled me into the crook of her arms
held me under
for way too long
I forgot how to get food without tongs

She was built like a rhino
and I think she wanted a hand

slap
fat fat fat

to stop the hand that had slapped her
so she reached for my thigh
cellulite and stretch marks
slap
she slapped them red.
Wish I hadn't run.

I think I would have smiled at her.
And asked why she thought hitting fat people was fun.
Robin MacCuish Aug 2017
They are trapped
In their own volition and time
Their face: a clock with only 12 reactions
Full of romance
They are trapped in a box
Too small for windows and doors
To see the moors of sodden floors
Trapped in a chair
Two tons too lazy
And another half empty
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