If I wasn't a true poet, I would of given up because no one follows my poetry.

I feel the words I have are important.
I hope to find the right mic soon.
Preferably not on websites like these.

I sometimes walk back into a public establishment, for a logical reason in myself, simply because I've  seen a person who looked curios to me. When I notice that they are no longer their as I enter and take my seat, I continue on. Nothing changes.

I've come a long long way.
When I was a little boy, I would breakdown in tamper-tantrums, because someone I cared about for no reason had disappeared,  never to be seen again.

(Hi, may I have a large coffee, please. That's all)

I felt this primal urge
This trance-like instinct
To set things right
In case I have to leave
Move on, so to speak

So
I took my jaundiced eye
And rolled it from corner to corner
Of this, my situation
And I felt so very small and hard
Lost in largeness
For cynicism is a tight thing
Which allows little movement
A strange kind of chastity

And then, you see
Changes
Honesty demanded that I see more
Grow, so to speak

And oh, my poor sore eyes
See how the children starve
All over this bitter world
This bitter, sickened world
And cynicism did this
Through the slack hands of millions
Who still refuse to believe
That things can be changed

                                    By Phil Roberts

when i was a baby
i wanted peace

when i was a toddler
i wanted happiness

when i was a kid
i wanted fun

when i was a tween
i wanted friends

when i was a teen
i wanted love

when i was a young adult
i wanted family

now as an adult
i want peace

(At that time in life when you know you are ready, look into the mirror and say this. Repeat as necessary, only after you know you are ready to begin. If you say it once and you do not fully know, you will never know when you are saying it purely, with your heart and soul)

I know who I am because I know who I was; who I was was not.

You can give away 100 dollars, as a dollar each to anyone who asks you for change, for a week straight.

When you go broke, you can ask 10 people for a nickle, for three days straight. And when they all say no, remember that that's their character, not yours.

That's not your karma.
That's their intention.

Keep your intention while receiving their treatment. God forbid you have to deal with a selfish man's karma.

Has anyone with influence read this?
Point me in the direction of other poets? If you would; have my name mentioned once, I will mention yours for a few years, as a debt paid?

I have something to share.
Not something to say.

Would you allow me? To be here, amongst you, feeling more than myself, wanting to meet the rest of our clan?

Let me know.

B_seuss ♧♢♡♤

I take breaths in moments with no pain.
But I've come to understand that the absence of pain is not the presence of peace.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I am so human. once wished to be super man.
but that would be so boring. zero challenge is not human.

I've come here not to make an impact.
simply to share what my nature is.

poetry is one thing to use in epic coping.
these words aren't ordered.
there not being looked over by some professor.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing I'm not blameless.

I've not come here to offend you.
I've come here possibly to befriend you.

I've come here not to be notarized.
many billions will never know my name.

I've come here to express my pain through write.
I've not come here to give you chills at night, when you lay.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I've come here not to gain respect.
I've come to respect and read works of the matters of art.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing i'm not blameless.

I've come here not to change the world.
I've come to let you all know what mine feels like.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here following my heart.