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Olivia Robinson Nov 2013
to my favorite white girl
I know you've been through a lot.
gray clouds filled with thoughts of suicide have hung over your head.
red marks have smothered your arms.
pain filled tears have rolled of your freckled cheeks.
but no more. no more pain. no more dark clouds.      
no more scars.
only happiness sunny days and smiles.
because you are loved and thought of.
you have such a beautiful soul.
you can make anyone's day with your ***** remarks, big bright smile, and your warm hugs. hold your head up high and smile.
                       *
because you deserve it.**
                                     O.Rob.
another poem for my poems for friends series. one of my favorite people Marissa! I call her my favorite white girl! she's so bubbly but dark! she's been through a lot but is working towards becoming a more positive person, so proud of her! this is for you rissa!
Olivia Robinson Nov 2013
I remember that summer of 2012 we came down south. you were just as sweet as can be and so happy to see us. after two weeks of fun we had to leave. I can remember the exact words you said before we left."I sholl wish yall could stay longer.I'm really gon miss y'all..love you". I will never forget those words. like I will never forget the horrid shriek that interrupted my sleep at 10pm November 11th. it came from my mothers room. "she gone.I don't have a mother or a father.she gone" replayed over and over and over again. tears started  to pour from my eyes and unto my pillow as I heard the pain guilt and hurt that filled my mothers voice. though we weren't close, I felt like we were that summer ,welcomed and loved by all the southern hospitality. even though we weren't as close, it hurts to have someone you love pass away. so Booker girls and boys it'll be alright, dry your sullen eyes for your mother and father will now be together again and can rest peacefully in paradise. remember to stay strong and to keep the family together. no fussing, no fighting just peace love and happiness. stay lifted in prayer and know that god is here to help you through this hard time.
Rest in PEACE Shelly Jean Booker
you ARE missed.

          O.Rob.
my grandmother just passed away yesterday night. wrote this poem as I heard my mother calling people in tears. the words came to me at once and I won't ever forget this poem. she was such an awesome woman, funny and sweet, she fought a good fight and now she can rest pain free with my grandfather in peace.
RIP Shelly Booker.
Olivia Robinson Nov 2013
flower child.
so soft spoken and sweet.
            you are my hippy sister.
fashionista you set trends.
         I love your vibe.
so calm and carefree.
with a creative mind and unique soul
                        you are art.
I can imagine you with a
                              big curly fro.
paint cans, brushes and canvases
               cluttering your NewYork flat
as sounds of
Lana del Rey and Jhene Aiko
              fill your apartment
and posters of
Aubrey Graham
grace your walls
          ten years from now.
O.Rob.
another poem for my poems for friends series. this one is about my friend desteny. really cool, chill girl, she's so sweet! love her! enjoy.
Olivia Robinson Nov 2013
Pretty
light skin curly hair brown eyes
tough on the exterior but sensitive on the inside.
Cool calm and collective
and let's you know how it is .
Truthful and honest some may take for being    negative               
but she's just keepin it real.
Seems happy and smiles on the outside
but you can see the pain in those brown eyes.
my sistah.my homie. my friend.
I miss how tight we used to be and I fear that you feel like you can't tell anyone anything.
But wheneva yah need me just call me
I may not pick up on time but I'll always call you back cause I love my youngins and you been there for me and listened to all my stories just want you to know that your loved and have friends to help you thru
the good and bad
no longer will you have to feel alone .
Just know you have friends here to help yah through yah hard times . And remember
SMILE
O.Rob.
another poem for my friends series. wrote this one last year as well for my friend Miranda. not my favorites but it's ok! I think I'm going to write a new one for her since things have changed...Jazzi as well. ENJOY!
Olivia Robinson Oct 2013
SEÑORITA
so young and naive wears her heart on her sleeve exposed to what she doesn't need
Disguised as a nice guy but really he's no good but no ones words can shake this feeling she's feeling inside
Shes fallen and it's hard for her to get back up with and billion "I told you so's"pushing her back on the ground  
She's hurt now bruised heart and scratched up feelings
But she's young and will make mistakes an she's trying to fight this feeling but it's strong with fist of steel but one day she'll build the strength to beat them down
But for now it's time to heal those open wounds and your friends are here with a first aid kit to help the pain go away
O.Rob.
I'm doing a series of poems inspired by my friends and their personalities, situations, and things that just remind me of them.. some poems are old some poems are new. this one is about my friend Jasibel. wrote this a year ago. enjoy.
Olivia Robinson Oct 2013
i feel like a free spirit
who is trapped.
                    i don't know why.
O.Rob.
Olivia Robinson Oct 2013
They said
why don't you get a relaxer to straighten out those ***** roots
I said
why hinder roots that grow so deep?
                  O.Rob.
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