You were here early fall
Crisp air creating reason to bundle
The cracking of death under our toes
Though it was beautiful
We carved ourselves into pumpkins
An innocent activity for us
We picked apples
We (got)baked
My lungs filled with a burning
As things became even more unreal
And that night you
You, a god among heathens
You laid your hands upon me
My temple and my sanctuary
Without permission.
A ****** goddess laid in your bed
And you took advantage.
And though we ate cheese puffs
And visited graveyards
We were already dead
Already rotting six feet under
The insects knew our taste
We rotted filled with maggots
Awaiting a non-existent next life
Or maybe we were just asleep
But even in dreams
You **** me.

I wish I had never brought you here
This place this place of love
This place of safety
I felt safe
My favorite place
The place I come to when broken
When snapped into pieces
Stomped into the sand
Where salt in my hair meant comfort
And the calm cooling zephyrs
Wrapped me with care
And I never had to worry
About how I looked
Or what I had to wear
Or how salty and tangled was my hair
But now all I feel is you
I feel your energy your weight
You've ruined this place for me
I'm brought to tears feeling you near
Near this place I used to love
Near this place I once called my haven
And how our memories haunt me
I can't escape you
Cannot rid of your grin
Cannot rid of your teeth and the sins that you spin
And you've RUINED this place
One summer and you've ruined
The place I've loved unconditionally
The place I've been coming to
Since the age of three.

My friends got together
Over coffee and secrets
Intertwining fingers
And unfortunately, tongues.
I sat and watched
As my hope dwindled
From my mossy eyes
Love turning me sour.
And I smiled
As my dry eyes
Bore daggers through her
And his stitched her wounds.

Needles on my skin
Needles on him
Oh god, I’m so sorry.

Etching words of love
Etching words of trust
No, don’t ever worry.

A painful conversation
A painful detonation
Darling, I’m sorry.

Little did I know
Little did he show
A misunderstanding.

Taking me to bed
It echoes in my head
“When it rains, it pours”.

But I will be okay
And you will be the same
Today was not our day.

in the green grasses growing on the shore
of the little river trickling through
I sat and thought of her and tomorrow
how crystal clear and  pure it all seemed
how she smiled and looked at me
from the side when no one else was looking
looked up at the  branches of trees and
how they weaved and looked at the embroidery
of all the weeds and thorny bushes entangled  and vines
a web of things I had  not seen or looked at clear
glanced again in the water how crystal clear I thought again
and how just below  is everything a fish or an old hook
stuck in some branch I can't see from here.
And thought as I drew my bare feet up under me
I have to go swimming , then.

A dark wind bellows about
Staining all of grey moors,
The whole dire frozen sky,
Shivers and dearly quakes,
Let mine rag out over seas
With clearest sails of eyes,
Let me hear one bold stag,
Stately shout in mossy bog,
Let me fly with black of crow,
Splash over the sodden sun,
Free me from bane sorrows,
Ancient Rowan trees who run,
My love has left, sure as time,
And tears are lost in frost hails,
What will become of only mine?

Stab me. Do it again.
I'm so tired of living in this place where people bend what's already broken trying so hard to fix it but only to make it worsen it's so funny how hard this **** is; after being brought into a world you can't say no to you're forced to go on living in it only to wait for it to end and sure you'll have good experiences mixed in with the bad; and happiness mixed in with the sad too and heaven forbid you try to exit because apparently that is cowardly; wrong in the end most are too scared to even attempt... It's just funny.

I'm not quite sure
when the dark thought
first came to me;

it crept up softly
and quietly, like a black cat
in the garden of night;

like a light through a crack
in a door opening slowly
and too soon; or perhaps

a drowning man in the deep
waving back at the moon;
too far over his head.

On cloudless moonlit nights
When the world is silver and darkest blue
And silence seems to reign supreme
If you stretch your hearing inwards
You will hear the distant moans
Of long lost lonely dreams
Homeless and obsolete
Fading away
To become endless shadows

                                           By Phil Roberts