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Harry Roberts Jun 2019
Illusions and comforting lies I lay with each night
Though these are my ties to this earth
These voices just hinder my worth
These thoughts just kindle my fright,
Will I be alright?

Paths how they diverge I lean to the left
Selling my blood so my hearts is bereft
Drop down I'm dead oh this bit's in jest
Frame as a joke before they digest.

Make it mean nothing, alas I digress.
Harry Roberts Jun 2019
Seashells roar a deafening melody
Seashells remember a blinding old memory.

The beach with the shells
The shells that lovers would carve
The beach has its tales
Tales of lovers that starved.

Unforgiving waves with rocks as sharp as knives,
Bitter winds howling as the sea fog is growling,
This line of coast has consumed many lives,
The sea swallows the sun and the night has just begun.

The darkest night for two souls stranded on the coast,
The night where the darkness whispers secrets like a ghost,
Natures truth laid bare like the naked bodies of our lovers,
The price of knowledge was admission into the afterlife. The Lovers.
Harry Roberts Jun 2019
I just do I don't reflect
My feet are moving on cement
I want my toes to taste the sea
I want my soul to climb the tree.

I just smile but I don't mean it
Acting is within my remit
Talk so much make them believe it
Lost my soul I can't retrieve it.

I just do I don't regret
These thoughts all day I can't forget
Consumed inside I'm left alone
I paralyze... I turn to stone.
Harry Roberts Jun 2019
Tar
The air turns to tar and my lung wretch out fear,
The earth quickens into quicksand and I'm swallowed,
I rot in fright in the deepest night just hoping someone hears,
This place of absence devours me until I'm truly hollowed,
Substance inside is flooded outside its formed within my tears,
Time may heal but even so the clock trails what's been followed.
Harry Roberts Jun 2019
Forests dwindle from ashes rekindled.
Oceans grow then blanket earth in mounds of snow.
A cycle like a year for us but spread across milenia.
It's Hades or the Artic tundra a harmony that's swallowed by thunder.

Utopia that we forget these moves we make and then regret,
Paradise we cast aside for wants and needs we can't describe,
Heaven falls and we love limbo minds made easy when lifes not simple,
Asphodel this path is indifference but if you cannot care then what is the difference.
Two short poems
Harry Roberts May 2019
The horizon burns azure
The ocean blends into the shore
The crashing waves crash some more
And the seagulls cry a deafening roar.
Sun and moon, The land and sea,
A constant dance, between you & me.

The stars in space cannot replace this steady pace and softening grace,

If true loves true it falls on you to cut your path right through the blue,

Take your lover by the hand standing here on foreign sand,

Together is stronger this tether lasts longer the wrongs cannot sever this bond is forever.
Harry Roberts May 2019
The forests consume and reclaim death
Natures breath & her nurturing *******
Nourishing the beasts that pure chaos has left
Teaching them love where they only know theft.

The beasts made of clay and bonded by blood,
These creatures all rise where they fell in the mud,
The hands of creation guide and bestow,
Life to the Death that once grew below.
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