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4.6k · Apr 2023
"Sun Rise & Set"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
I dislike the rising sun.
𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.
𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆.


It forces me to go about my day,
𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.

While my mind is still on yesterday.
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦.
𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

I feel envious of everyone.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺.
𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏.


Who feels better in each passing day.
𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢.
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.

The sun rose and lit my surroundings.
𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘈𝘏𝘖" 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

I see nothing but dull and grey.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉.

Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony.
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.
𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔.
Sunrise and Sunset.
A reflection of me and three others.
2.7k · Jul 2017
"Normal and Boring"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
Normal isn't normal.
According to my daily journal.
For each unique day is abnormal
For being anomalously usual.

Boring isn't boring
It will get you thinking,
To get you to do something exciting,
and exciting is nowhere near boring.

Normal is boring.
For each usual day got me nothing.
Only to get me thinking till evening,
Then I write on my journal a short shift of something.

Boring is normal.
For everything can be sequential.
Meaning any complexcity can be simple.
But it might not be understood by any mortal.

Therefore, Normal is boring,
And Boring is normal.
But Boring isn't boring.
And Normal isn't normal.

In other words, Normal and Boring are enticing,
By Normal being abnormal,
and Boring being exciting.
I will now write this on my daily journal.
A friend and I had a conversation and discussing about Normality and what it means to be bored.
This is the product of that.
Sister of Curly... Kudos to you!
2.1k · Apr 2023
"Tea with Yakult"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
My favorite thing about Yakult
Is that is spices up your tea
It gives my body a jolt
And energy for others to see

My mem'ry about having Yakult
Mixed blindly to the drink.
Is when my brother brought me milk tea shop,
From a place where gambling is in the brink.

A funny thing about my drink,
Is the connections I have with fellows.
They drink what they want,
And I drink what I want.

So the moral of this piece is,
people will like you if you drink
Tea with Yakult
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I was drinking tea with Yakult when I wrote this
1.8k · May 2021
"The Food of Love"
LeBobbe May 2021
"If music be the food of love play on"
The essence of a failed courtship linger
Where the music of the background is louder
No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone.

A chance to open a door.
A chance to close the other door.
Look back and see,
Why does the music feels so glee.

Because at the last moment of acceptance
is the lost you gain from courting.
Back up now and think.
The music is enticing.

Because music is not the food of love,
but an accent of your actions.
Thy actions are drowned by notes
of the disinterested maiden.

So feel the glee,
and be ready to flee.
******* be crazy,
to crash a large party.

In the end, it will pass
you'll soon find new to court,
where the music doesn't drown your actions,
but makes melody with you and your future wife.
Music be the food of love monologue from a Shakespearean play
1.7k · Jul 2017
"Fish Loving"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
I love you like I love fish
I catch it in the open ocean
Bring it to kitchen
And cook it with such devotion
Then eat it with pleasure with no end

Though it sounds wrong to love fish
By killing it
By boiling it
putting seasoning on it
And swallow bit of pieces of it

So, I can't say I love you like I love fish
"I love eating fish" would be better to say
Though I realize its egotistic
That I indulge myself eating fish everyday
What about the fish that I picked?

The fish that I picked have feelings too
Did I ever asked for its feelings?
I need to feel the fish
feel the fins that clings
And try to fulfill its wish

Blub blub it says
Blub blub it cries
Blub blub I reply
Blub blub till the morning rise
Blub blub don't know why

It came to a point
where I don't know what to do
To The fish I'm holding
What should I do
To the fish I'm not eating?

I will tell you
We shared an amazing moment
On the open, sea the fish and I
On this ship event
Saw eye to eye

The eye that stared back
Never once blink
Tears filled in my eyes
And there's no more time to think
The calm weather cries

I put the fish back to the ocean
Its body waddled about
I slowly looked away
And tried not to look back without a doubt
It was a very emotional day.
I saw a video about a concept of love.
He made a nice analogy about fish
So, here is a poem about fish
LeBobbe Jul 2017
You and I jokingly started.
You said to me, "I love you,"
With a joke attached.
I replied back, "I love you too,"
With my heart attached.

I felt nothing as you held it.
Maybe because it slowly melted
By your undying rage of me.
I still ask why you loved me.
Only to throw me like a clay frisbee,
and shoot with a shotgun shell
Imbued by the bitterness of you.
Pieces of it are left and it felt like hell.

I antagonized you,
I despised you,
I loathed you,
But I never stopped loving you.
I never stopped caring for you.
I hate you for leaving me.
I hate you for teaching me how to love.
I hate you for not teaching me how to stop loving you.
Part 1
1.3k · Apr 2023
"Communication"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
I am sorry,
I can't express my words.
My lips doesn't move.
I always feel I should say it in a hurry,
My eyes are getting blurred.
I... I.. haven't improved.

Your rage is justified.
I can only look and listen.
My reasons are invalid.
Our thoughts has been misaligned.
Your compassion was suddenly hidden.
I am in presence where my logic forbid.

We walk through the dark streets home.
I only heard your voice passing through.
My heart aches with each passing phrase.
Together... we.. roam.
Every command I would do.
My bowed down head's been raised.

I said nothing at the gate.
I only stared at your fierce eyes.
I walked backed home quietly.
No words has been said.
A piece of me dies.
I... am.. sorry.
We all have hardships in our relationships. It's just that I have a hard time communicating. I am scared to say the wrong things.
1.3k · Apr 2023
"Reflective Canvas"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
A girl stares at her ceiling.
She tries to find her meaning.
But the ceiling holds absense.
Her mind then became a canvas.
She paints with her emotions.
A cluster of scenery beholds.
Ranges from glimmer to potent.
Her vision blurred with amusement.
Tears filled her vision.
Everything is misleading direction.
Raw emotions filled her field.
Nothing but sadness are its yield.
Tears for years she held to.
She wakes with a heart broke into two.

A canvas of herself.
A part of heart.
Reflected & Detached.
An old poem of mine rewritten in my style today.
1.1k · Jan 2018
"Bakit"
LeBobbe Jan 2018
Bakit bucket, bakit.

Ito ay nilalagay ng tubig ng damdamin.
Dugo, luha't pawis.
Ito ay aking pinuno ng aking bucket.
Na minsa'y nakakainis
Kung bakit ang bucket ko ay puno
dahil sa iyo.

Mawawala ako ng bait.
Dahil sa aking pag-iisip ng sakit.
Ang aking katawan ay duming-dumi.
Sa paglalakbay ko.
Sa paghahanap ko.
Ng mga sagot ng aking bakit.

Pero pero lang
Ang pagkain ng nilalamon
Kapag ako'y lumuha
Pero sa aking pagkakain.
ako'y pumapayat.

Lahat ng ito'y nangyayari.
Dahil ako'y di makapagsabi.
Sana'y lahat ng aking listahan sa bucket
ay masagot bago ko sipain.
Pero tubig ang laman ng bakit,
At dumi and aking katawin.

Kinailangan ko lang hugasan sarili ko
Gamit ng bucket na punong-puno
Ng dugo, luha't pawis.
Para maharap ko ang kinabukasan.
Na alam ko'y handa ang aking katawan.

Bakit bucket, bakit.
"Why"
shower thoughts
LeBobbe Apr 2023
I walked under the purple sky.
The moon peaking behind a thin cloud.
Soft Stars attached to it, twinkling high.

I felt like royalty walking by.
The colour so pretty, rare and proud.
Though I can't touch it, I let out a sigh.

I open my heart to a lie.
That beauty remains and unbowed.
All things shall say goodbye.
A picture I took. Purple sky in a meloncholy day
1.1k · Apr 2023
"A Cat's Paw"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
A cat's paw on top of my chest,
Is a gentle reminder of love and rest.
Kneading paws on my heart.
Knowing we'll never part.

A cat's paw on top of my chest
Gives me reason not to stand up.
I won't move till they wake up.
They are reasting in their nest.

A cat's paw on top of my chest,
A bond that will last for years.
Until one of us eternally rest.
Having you calms my fears.
Two of my cats love to sleep on top of me.
1.1k · Aug 2017
"Hate"
LeBobbe Aug 2017
Myself.
Minimalistic Poetry
LeBobbe Apr 2023
The worst part of my day.
Is confronting the nightmare.
He's keeping my monsters at bay.
Fixed to me with a fierce glare.

He looks... with disappointment.
He looks... with anger.
He looks... with dread.
He looks... with dispair.

Our eyes always meet.
Every action always copied.
Same spot we always greet.
I always took the lead.

What a horrible creature is he.
Yet in him people find beauty.
The intent inside I always see.
What a pitiful creature is he.

Every day, I see him.
Every hour, I feel his sadness.
Every minute, I face his actions.
For I am him.

Looking through a mirror.
A reflection about reflection.
LeBobbe Jul 2017
A curly-haired girl smiled at me.
Not knowing that my heart skipped a beat.
She wandered the corridors so care-free.
While I waited on the other side for a greet.

I stared at her eyes and it glittered.
Time stood still and the space around her blurred.
It took a moment for me to realize.
That she's looking at my eyes that stared.

I didn't felt butterflies but fireworks in my stomach.
My face turned red and sweat started to drip.
She waved her hand , I waved back
And with a smiled face I said, "Hi".
You know that moment when you see your crush and you just struggled to say hi.
600 · Apr 2023
"Emotionally Weak"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
Am I really that weak?
A simple rebuke crumbles my world!
What answers should I seek?
Either way something will be destroyed!

My eyes are red.
My nose is wet.
My throat is itchy.
My mind is away.
469 · Jan 2018
"Worth"
LeBobbe Jan 2018
For what its worth,
I'm glad you came into my life.
Accepting that you are gone is.. probably my longest and most painful journey
468 · Feb 2018
"Broken but Beautiful"
LeBobbe Feb 2018
Pieces of me left in the streams of tears.
No longer be able to find them, I cried.
Then I saw a pan with small pieces of gold.
I started to collect gold until my tears faded away.

I melted the pieces of gold and shaped them
To cover the missing pieces of me.
I then looked at my reflection in the stream.
I am broken but more beautiful than ever with shimmers of gold.
kintsukuroi - "to repair with gold"
an understanding that something is more beautiful having been broken
421 · Aug 2017
"During Those Times"
LeBobbe Aug 2017
During those times, I want to be there.

Those times when you're happy, smiling and laughing.
Those times when you're sad, tears you try to hide.
Those times when you're with your friends, altogether chatting.
Those times when you want to be alone, thinking of way to put your problems aside.

Those times when your singing, calms the nerves of those who hear.
Those times when your writing your thoughts, words compliment you so purely.
Those times when you when you play guitar, notes are heard crystal clear.
Those times when you play ukulele, your voice accompanies it so cutely.

Those times when you play piano, grace fuels your fingers.
Those times when emotions control you, emotions that cloud your judgement.
Those times when you're aloof, emotion that lingers often lingers.
Those times when emotions overcome you, emotions that needs to vent.

Those times when tears fall because of happiness, I'll wipe it with care.
Those times when tears fall because of sadness, I'll wipe it with solace.
Those times when others try to hurt you, those who actually do, beware.
Those times when you only need a hug, let me be the one to embrace.

Those times when you're broken, damage will become undone.
Those times when you need someone, let me be the one to be there.
Those times when you want someone to love. let me be the one.
But during those times, during those times someone else is there.
I really wish I was someone else.
415 · Jan 2018
"To Become Someone I'm Not"
LeBobbe Jan 2018
To be someone who will be with you,
I have to change who I am.
I want to you to stay,
Yet I don't want to leave who I am.

I am someone you don't like,
And someone who likes you.
I have to give up
Either me or you.

Someone else told me to value myself
To give myself worth in the presence of you.
But if I give myself up to you,
Wouldn't discarding myself lose my value to you?

Both ways will lead me to my own destruction
that is why I would have to leave you.
Not because of our incompatibility,
But because someone else is already there
With your heart waiting for you.
We were already a tragedy from the very start
412 · Jul 2017
"Badabeem Badaboom"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
Badabeem badaboom.
How the flowers bloom.
Every aspect is given a thought.
Every petal is being sought.

Amazing how the world works,
By the pattern of the given quirks.
It seems to flow at every turn,
By the stem that has so much to yearn.

By early morning each petal has glittering dew.
Will bring sparkles to you unending view.
As the early sun rises to the blue sky,
It softly touches the soft flower by.

I would love you to express yourself,
And not be bounded by yourself.
For every thought kept will implode,
Until all kept thought will explode.

Cry if you must.
Laugh if you will.
Your feelings will last.
It will be a thrill.

I want you to weep.
I want you to be glee.
I want you to fell every color of every spectrum.
I want you to be you.
An old poem I gave to a friend who was having a hard time expressing herself
410 · Sep 2017
"3am"
LeBobbe Sep 2017
My ears are irritated by the ticks of the clock.
As the big hand struck twelve,
And the little hand rose to three.
My grey thoughts begun to lock.
Colorful Ideas are slowly shelved,
And I am accompanied by me.

Tasks are halfway done,
So are my half-closed baggy eyes.
I wonder why I took up the task,
Just for a coffee sprinkled in cinnamon.
It should not come to a surprise
That I do what you ask.

I stared blankly at the work,
Let it be writing, editing, or mixing.
each passing time I become more efficient.
like a robot connected to a network,
programed to tick without out stopping.
But my ears continue to listen.

I still hear the ticks,
And I'm slowly getting tired.
Tasks are still halfway done.
I should be done a quarter to six.
My body should be able to rest, if acquired.
Still, all of these are really fun.
3am thoughts
409 · Oct 2017
"Cake & Ice Cream"
LeBobbe Oct 2017
I ponder silently
To those who know
Secrets I kept securely.

Mild clues were given
You may eat sweets without limit.

Before eating sweets,
Its important to address
Repeated appreciation
To those who remembers.
How I keep secrets.
Dealing today casually.
Amazed by connections.
Yearly observed by me.

Tempted to give reward
Of those who understand.
Defenestration to those who said it loudly.
A cake and ice cream to those who said it discreetly.
Yes, I do appreciate those who said it to me personally.
Look at the first letters of the poetry.
10/11/17
384 · Nov 2017
"At the End of the Day"
LeBobbe Nov 2017
I never thought at the end of the day,
I'd lose you.

At the end of the day I had nothing to say.
At the end of the day You will drift away.
At the end of the day I'd be labeled useless.
At the end of the day You would've chose someone else.

At the end of the day My problems won't be away.
At the end of the day You would've walked my way.
At the end of the day My regrets buries in my head.
At the end of the day You would've rested in his bed.

I never thought at the end of the day,
I wasn't the one who'll make you happy
At the end of the day is the day I lost you.
367 · Oct 2017
"Butterflies"
LeBobbe Oct 2017
My thoughts are filled with butterflies
That came through my stomach up to my head.
Your presence alone birth these creatures,
And I don't know what to think.

To think that you made me feel this way,
Even though you never uttered a word.
It warms me up and brightens me day,
to feel your presence and see your curly hair.

The butterflies in my head
Flew away in the midst of a thought.
A thought of what words to say to you.
To you who I have feelings for.
A thought of you with butterflies.
344 · Jan 2018
"Loneliness"
LeBobbe Jan 2018
You've taught me the meaning of loneliness,
Is the mere absence
of


You
I was never alone again.
329 · Jul 2017
"Old Friend"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
Today, a smile was taken away from me.
Using only a sense of touch through the medium of a clench fist.
though I'm glad it wasn't from a nobody.
but an old friend who I missed.

Old friend, forgiveness is a sin to us.
For we both have been through much together,
and circumstances brought much disgust.
Old friend, what brought you here in this cold weather?

Greeted me with a cold steel.
Dragged me to a place concealed.
Treated me like an animal,
or a person who is damnable.

You planted hatred.
Watered it by the damnation of the degraded
But when my tears fell, slowly your anger faded.
Old friend, why were you devastated?

Though we mended,
and our old feud ended
We really don't deserve a good end.
For we both have much to bear until the end
Me and a "friend" fought a few days ago.
Old friend = ex friend
Cold weather refers to our small town (usually cold)
319 · Jul 2017
"Love"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
You
My greatest love poem.
Entitled "Love"

Minimalistic poetry
314 · Oct 2017
"A Flower Blooms"
LeBobbe Oct 2017
Blooms
Minimalistic poetry
307 · Aug 2017
"Why?"
LeBobbe Aug 2017
Why not?
Minimalistic
284 · Aug 2017
"Random Smile"
LeBobbe Aug 2017
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.
Clapping along the symphonies of masterful wishes.
Organizing thoughts of benefits while basking in hugs and kisses.

Smile like an idiot while walking on the street.
Affect everyone who sees you along the way.
They'll thank you later for brightening their day.

Have you ever heard of the silly walk?
People seem to argue that its about its standard form,
But you naturally the walk and people swarm.

Things are silly and thoughts are random.
The goal of things are to make you smile.
The thought is to make you look at my eyes.
Did you look at my eyes?
283 · Jul 2017
"This Poem"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
That title.
Minimalistic poetry
268 · Jul 2017
"Distance of You and Me"
LeBobbe Jul 2017
You.
















Me.
Minimalistic Poetry
266 · Nov 2017
"Believe in Me"
LeBobbe Nov 2017
As I believe in You.
Minimalistic Poetry
252 · Sep 2017
"Greed of Mine"
LeBobbe Sep 2017
Thoughts in my head is a view.
For every single thought,
Is a thought of you.
And always hits my soft spot.

This greed of mine is heavy,
Among all burdens of my wants.
My unending thoughts are messy,
Because of your rejected response.
I've always been waaaaay to greedy when it comes to relationships
243 · Jul 2017
"Help me..."
LeBobbe Jul 2017
I want to die
I want to feel death's embrace
I want to wake up from my eternal torment of this disdained body

Release me from my agonizing suffering
Release me of my chained shattered limbs
Release me!

Forgiveness is a sin to me
What you call Love  avoids me
Friendship is a blurred vision to me
Connection is just an illusion to me

I feel nothing
I want nothing
Yet I am burdened by depths of my own demise
Counting days whereby I throw myself in the nine circles of hell screaming to God, "why have You forsaken me"
Spears of regret are shown in my blackened heart
Unseen scars of acid tears showed on my battered ugly face
Knives have collected on my back
And my back has become a blank red canvass of my failed art

I am nothing
I am a soul bounded by flesh
I am real that wishes to be imaginary
I am a wish that wasn't fulfilled

I scream for help
I scream for salvation
But salvation is death to me
My death is redemption to me

All is meaningless
All reason is meaningless
All I see is meaningless
I am meaningless

**** me
I want to die
So close
It feels cold.
These were my thoughts when I was suicidal

Don't worry Ive gone past through that
I am fine
225 · Jul 2017
""
LeBobbe Jul 2017
""
.
This is an unwritten poem of a great man who never saw this world. All because his parents never met.

Minimaslistic Poetry
148 · Apr 2023
"Breath"
LeBobbe Apr 2023
In.



Out.



In.



Out.



Live another day.
Breath, it'll be alright.

— The End —