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Bob Jun 2021
He holds the world
Under the quiver of His fingers.

And Its bones and joints tired,
The mind wrinkled and dented,
Eyes weary of light
That It cannot bear His sheen glow
Still It continued, pushed through
Seen all that has been forsaken
What lies is in ink and white
The blankness overwhelms come to life
And even He is drawn to abhor It
Drawn to deny
For what His pillars had created,
Had brought nothing greater than a magnificent
Lie.

It was not beauty or grace.
But who are we to judge,
When we have not seen Its face?
Aug 2020 · 176
headache
Bob Aug 2020
I woke up with a headache
the morning greeted the pain like a friend
The hunger for relief was insatiable
However, instead of getting up for coffee and medicine
I stayed in bed and lingered under the sheets.

I don't know why
But as my thoughts began to reverberate
And echo, i forced myself to listen to the whispers
Materializing in the back of my head,
The silent sizzle of white noise
bled through every nook and cranny of my
Dilapidated bones and skull
And from it arose a call
A message I am well fond of:

It beckoned the future;
It crept in my bed like an old lover
And here it sang a lullaby that lulled me to sleep
Stroked my hair; it cradled my doubts
And bottle fed my insecurities,
It nurtured my over thinking mind
And in my dreams they blossomed
And manifested into nightmares.

There the weight on my shoulders
Got colder and more overbearing
Above me the clouds were made of concrete,
Falling ever so slowly.
I noticed the ball and chain
Around my ankles made me unable to move
However, as moments passed, i felt like i was
Or  everything around me was.
My world became a whirlpool
Looking out from the center of a hurricane
I watched as things go whizzing past me.

My heart started racing towards something
It tried to grasp on a reality in front of me and when reality
Would come to brush the tips of my fingers, it would vanish.
And I am realized of my stagnant state
As the wind began to leave
Carrying with it my aspiration and hoping
I feared  I can no longer move
And my chase would be futile;
I can no longer escape
I am forever trapped
Waiting for the clouds to crush me.

I was feeling the weight around my ankles
Daring myself to take the step.
Daring myself to live.
And when the urge finally came to grab hold of my senses

I woke up.

The future left without saying goodbye
But i know it would be back soon
Like a lover, unsatisfied
The sun had decided to take its leave
But my headache had not.
It sat still on my head ringing the distant tones
The lullabies sung,
The distant echoes of my now unforeseen future.
May 2020 · 99
-dreams-
Bob May 2020
He dreamed of velvet
And rosy cheeks on his lap
He dreamed of a set of sapphire eyes
Staring at him
Polished china hands โ€˜round his nape
And cherry lips on his.
He dreamed of diamond rings
Of cherubim singing
While cherry blossoms rained

He dreamed of gold
Glinting from his eyes
The diamonds โ€˜round his neck
Weighing heavy
He dreamed of trees with money
For fruits
Succulent passions
Quench the desire

He dreamed of flashing lights
Burning his skin
The eyes gawking, staring
The thrill of attention
The thrill of being desired
Like peaches and grapes on vineyards

So he sang a song
Hoping that the stars would listen
So he sang a note
Hoping that angels would hear his pleas
So he sang to God
For a pedestal

He wore his best suit and looked
At the cosmos
His guitar cradled at the arms
And he spoke of His name

The voice was heard
But left unanswered.
May 2020 · 104
*kindling for old bones*
Bob May 2020
She danced blindly with the lights
It caressed her innocence
Bloomed in a garden of weeds within the hedges
Of thorns

She was everything made to feel nothing
Reduced to ashes and yet still
Burned every night
Kindling for old bones
Tinder for shallow homes
And fragile flames
Made whole an empty temple
She became an echo
Mimicking, fading.

She was a ballerina
Pirouetting, into the darkness
Past the glittering lights
An actor of her own making
And the dance floor was her stage
She paints her face like an artist
But can never hide the bruises
Of temptation

And there
She burned bright
The fires lapping at her feet
Kindling for old bones
A reckless queen
Tending tinder for shallow homes
And fragile flames.
May 2020 · 106
fantasy
Bob May 2020
I am scared that I might drown
In the fantasy I have inside my head

That I might lose myself in a
Cascade of colors
Lose my way
In the hall of mirrors
In a blur of wonder
All wishful thinking

Eating me alive.
All my dreams rotting in my brain

Struggling to know
What is right.
Struggling to
Be
Realized.
sometimes i just get lost in my head...
May 2020 · 112
Just like sylvia
Bob May 2020
I try to make sense of the blurring
Patches of ink on the paper
The sharp curls of each letter
Forming words
It was an imprint of the mind
Moving, reforming, changing
A sentient being taunting my once solemn thoughts

It was a cage.
Trapped and wrapped in a plethora of oddities

It was the color that surrounds it
The very core of what it truly is

It distorts me

The sun was dim and bright
A collision of all
The stars were eyes
Looking down on the meek

The birds swam the skies
And licked it clean with the clouds
The fishes raged at the seas
And from their turmoil
Brought forth raging waters
It was the splotches of creatures on land
There their eyes stuck to the ground
Untethered but cannot move
Unscathed but the fires in their
Bones singes of black goo
They fertilized the soil
And grew trees
Woven out of blood
And the euphoria of staying afloat

In reality one cannot fathom
What it truly meant

Or how it made one feel

It was a different kind of lost
A different kind of terrain
It was unexpected.
Unexplainable.
It was a compendium
Of the confusing.
The ineffable.
The colors were everything.

And I was reduced to nothing.

It was not just mere ink.
It was not just words.
It was not just the paper.

It was the sheerness of its meaninglessness.
The desperation of reason and thought
That spindled and weaved its way into
My skull.
drilled and drilled and drilled.
Until I am numb.



Just like Sylvia.
I don't know I how to explain thisss.
Apr 2020 · 95
Yes, who was I to am?
Bob Apr 2020
yes, who was i to am?
when you were when you'll be
i take what us you are
and what u want to be
but need what is that be
and take that cannot see
yes, who was i to am?
Bob Apr 2020
I have found paradise in the midst of this pandemic.

In the midst of this chaos and atrocity.
I found a sliver of peace amidst the catastrophy
from the taunting void that stares back at me.
I sit watching, looking out, from the inside to the great grey beyond.
Out into the world I used to know.

And I say.

I found paradise in the midst of a pandemic.

At the precipice of all that I am and all that I will be.
Satisfied at the greatest awe, the fluidness of reality
Willing myself to take the leap
Into the yawning hole of life
I am unshackled.
I am untainted.
I am at peace.
And though around there is fire
And though I feel its flames trailing my leg
It's sweet warm caress.
I do not feel the pain.
The heat inviting.
I am unshackled.
I am untainted.
I am at peace.

I found paradise in the midst of a pandemic.



I found me.
Self discovery.
Apr 2020 · 402
Whiskey and Denial
Bob Apr 2020
We are going to town
With confettis in our eyes
And venture a glorysome fervent party
We wreak havoc on
Soft ground and beguile
Butterflies and bees
And we drink nectar
In garderns straight out from flowers

The gardeners will be mad
But who are they to stop us?

They can't take the happy
We coddled in our bellies
Along with our whiskey
And denial.
Along with our dreams
Digesting, fermenting
In boiling loathing
Sometimes we drown ourselves with the decadence of life just to forget our misfortunes and feelings of utter desolation.
Bob Apr 2020
It was like cigars on the air vents
Of a toddler's room
The coiling smoke of regrets
And the crooked sounds and numbing
Songs of an old guitar
Barfing tunes that nobody's ever heard before
Only a time where everyone had ears to listen
He sat upright in his white chair
Taunting the clouds with his raunchy
Etudes of longing frustration
It was an appointment.
He tried to look presentable but
Failed miserably.

And now the stars pity him.
U be the judge what it means.
Apr 2020 · 843
midnight melodrama
Bob Apr 2020
Sitting on the edge of my bed
A silent humming, thrumming inside my head
I have my phone on hand
Not knowing what to say.
How to make a move?
How to make an end to this futile midnight melodrama?

Here.

Overtaken by a fervor feeling
That I can't control that have been taking
Me places I've never been,
Flying with both feet on the ground

I want to say it but I don't know how!
Afraid of her leaving me; left out.

**** this midnight melodrama!

Looking at the empty message box
Not knowing where to begin.

And yet.

My fingers started gliding. Typing.

          "I have something to say."
          
Three dots appear. This is it. There is no other way
        
          "What is it?" She replied.

Hesitant.
The need to satiate this
Fervent feeling finding its way to my system
Is all consuming.
Blindly.
I could not detest and heeded anyway.

Nervously tapping on the screen
A silent mumbling, words forming
Trying to set the scene
To where could this go?
What would I like to know?

Hesitant.
The need to satiate this
Fervent feeling finding its way to my system
Is all consuming.
Blindly.
**** it. Fingers gliding. Typing

          "In the midst of what has
          Transpired
          My brain has gotten wired. I am
          done
          Being scared!

          "Hear my words and know that it
          that
          It's true. I've felt this way ever
          since I
          Laid eyes on you, it felt like the
          Brightest star illuminating the
          cosmos,
          You have blinded me.

          "You have tainted my heart with
          your
          Luster and glamor, taken me out
          of the
          Ditch and nursed me back to life.
          You have broken the ice in my
          veins,
          Melted polar caps in my brain
          and
          Brought spring for the first time
          in my
          Life.

          "I want to take the leap. I need to
          take
          The leap. But I can't do it alone.
          Will you
          Take my hand and make the
           jump?

Message. Sent.

I heaved a heavy sigh to compose myself
Of a fervor feeling I've never felt

And.

Waited. And. Waited. And. Waited.

Three dots appear.
My soul leaps, and I feel flustered
Noise filled my head
A silent scream

Three dots appear.
A message to determine our fate
In this late hour.
My heart pouring empty

Three dots appear.
Three dots appear.

Three. Dots. Appear.

Three.
       Sweat coming out my pores.
Dots.
       My nerves taunting me.
Appear.
       My eyes ready and dilated.

Three dots appear.






*Seen
Apr 2020 · 98
the painter
Bob Apr 2020
I want to be the mountains that rise high, kissing the sky.
The deep blue sea brimming with life.
The forests, lush and green, radiating with abundance.
The animals roaming, running free on pastures and prairies.
The sun pulsing out from the distance it's call, distinct and wild.
I want to be it's fiery tendrils.
The iridescent colors dancing by the twilight.
The stars twirling in the unknown.
I want to be the deepening darkness that houses the cosmos.
I want be more than what I am.

Paint me with your words.
Paint me with the colors of the universe.
Apr 2020 · 110
My Body is A Cage
Bob Apr 2020
Bones are constricting
My feet stuck to the ground
My ribs caging a heart that wants
To be found
Words are limiting
Thoughts aching to come out
I am a prison
Of my own making
Of my choosing

My body is a cage.

And to be honest
I don't even know,
Why?
Apr 2020 · 200
Hunt for Doves
Bob Apr 2020
hunters.
stalk their preys.
over prairies
over landscapes of metal scraps
that rise towards the sky.

they see them
perched on metal trees
and copper bones
remnants of deadwood
feasting on worms

they stay lit under lamps
cooing. cooing.
to clueless hunters passing
enchanting passersby
pecking. chewing. whispering
over tales spoken by the wind

and when a hunter come they go
fluttering leaving nothing below
a loss of a hunters' game.

it takes a lot to ensnare a dove
a little lot fill you with love
it might take a lot of effort
a lot of bird seed, a lot of money
she might fly away
she might ignore you
she might even leave
a hunter must have a lot of tricks
in his sleeve.
i don't know how dating works but this is how i think it goes. emphasis on "i think"
Apr 2020 · 135
It's okay to be weak
Bob Apr 2020
You claim that
You're
Strong

A line I heard more than once.

But.

A strong person
Need not
Tell himself
That he's strong

He simply knows that he is.

He need not to look in the mirror
And convince himself.

So.

Whatever it is you
Have in your head.

C'mon, take a seat
And.

Talk to me.
Crying and fully embracing your emotions is often seen as unmanly but in reality it's quite the opposite. It's okay to be weak, to be vulnerable.
Apr 2020 · 177
I'll be here
Bob Apr 2020
It hurts to be in
This position.

Tossed aside
But I know you
Have your reasons
And I know you've made your decision

But.

Just know.

That.

when you call
I'll run back to you
I'd go through hell
To give you paradise
I'd feel all pain
Just to see you smile again

When you change your mind
You'll know
I'll be here
To find
Us again.
Inspired by a song: Old Money by Lana del Rey.
Apr 2020 · 93
Love, Lost and Doubt
Bob Apr 2020
i was drowning in love
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย lost in your sight
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย the suffocation was
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย questionably satisfying

i felt:
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย safe.

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย calm.

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย new.

but in this newfound love,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย emerged a feeling of doubt

"are you the one?"
A poem I wrote back in 9th grade.
Apr 2020 · 178
Love's not for everyone
Bob Apr 2020
They dance
Center stage
Under glimmering lights
Glittering bright
Hand in hand
Hearts intertwined

While.

In the
Sidelines
I remain
Watching
Sulking

And.

That's alright.

Love's not for everyone,
Right?
Apr 2020 · 164
Too much but too little
Bob Apr 2020
So much things to say
So much things to do
So much to feel
And not much at all
Too much
But
Too little

Am I selfish?
For asking more
To feel
To be felt
To see
To be seen
To speak
To be heard
To matter

Am I a narcissist?
For hoping so much out
Of love
Of perfection
Of attention
Of life

Too much but too little
Time to do
To prove myself

Too much but too little
Things to say
To make things
Go my way.
Apr 2020 · 131
YOU
Bob Apr 2020
YOU
You
Are the collision
That caused everything
The maelstrom
That brought hope
The chaos
That brought serenity

You
Are the flawed, the imperfect
That brought news of worth
The mirror
That brought truth
The promises broken
That brought true love

You
Are everything
That I have become
The destruction
That brought
Change
The explosion
That brought
Clarity.
A break-up can sometimes bring the best out of you.
Apr 2020 · 223
Are you bored yet?
Bob Apr 2020
Sweet kisses on the boardwalk
My heart alight
A Hearth burning bright
I hold your hands
A smile on my face
Moments lived
In our glorysome days
I say.

"don't fret"

Yet you simply asked me.

"Are you bored yet?"

— The End —