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Harry Roberts Jul 2017
You won't know
They don't know
I'm still suspended
In space, beautiful blooms deadheaded.

I couldn't flow
Couldn't write.
Blinders blocking sight,
Words unspoken in my throat,
A sea of death I wasn't afloat.
All that was lost was robbed

Left alone with with a heart that throbbed.

But I didn't understand,
Now I do,
All that rain reaps only more rain,
You must find fire for every droplet of water.
Find the inferno and burn to live,
Biologically driven, life's not yours to give.

You will breath,
You have your breathe,
You fight death
And will not leave.
You have choice
Just use your voice.
Heist PRT2 Is less cryptic with more personality.
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
Miles for Smiles
Mere Pounds to Pound.
You gave away Rage
And locked me in a cage.

Locked me in a page
-my own advice- Sage.
Why I didn't listen,
Found myself missin'.

Heart gone. Heist.

My heart robbed and sold
Cheap and ***** I feel cold,
He wanted me to be mould
or be moulded for him.

He took all I had and more.
Heart stole in a Heist
I'm a *****,
Love bleeding out of my core.
Drab, grey
Life's a Chore.
A piece cut from Heist. Hope you enjoy. Will also share other Unreleased or Cut items. Please feel free to read Heist PRT1.
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
Ice
The price,
Double to thrice.

Mice still blind,
Twice across sliced
Bound and Diced.

Heart's heavy carts
Falling to parts,
Full of false starts.

Full of Fool Stars
And dreams
And empty of scars
I crawl from empty bars.

Ice was priced
It doubled then thriced,
In a sorrowful heist

You blinded mice,
Greed doubled twice
When you played the heist.
Cryptic like I like it.
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
Feeling felt false
And I felt fake.
I only give
You only take

You were fire
I burnt like ice,
Together we detonate
Yet still we resonate.

Into you I fall deeply
My energy: lost, awashed or equal
I never found my equal
Would I dare where gamblers may?

Or fall back into dismay
Would I run like I'm unseen
Or return to the same routine.
Could I? Head under the guillotine.

Would I?
Red in a different scene
Lost but still keen
Love still never mean.

Was I really me.
Did I really change.
Did I truly grow?
When life got slow.
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
You thought that
But truly I'm this,
Truly you only hiss
When it's me you miss.

What's that
What's this,
Ohh it's me you miss,
Missed-caught a toxic kiss?

Wandering like a stream
Leave you lost or so it seems
I effervesce into lonely steam
But with hope, still I teem.
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
Fake, snake
He's in the grass
I'm a rake.

Broke.
The embers I stoke
On your soul I ****.

Saught you
Left with naught,
In a net caught.

Strings pulled taut
In the fire wrought,
But I love you.

I treat you like this,
You treat me like ****
But still it's you I miss.

I treat you like rolatyty,
No loyalty no love.
As far as the stars above.
Written after a night shift. If it's jumbled I apologise. Have a great day, Loce to All! )0(
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