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 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
There
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
I want to be a long gust of wind
that picks you up off your feet
and keeps you [there]
Aimlessly floating around
and never coming down from that rush
that brought you [there]
Sometimes though, it also brings a feeling
the pressure of the ocean floor
collapsing into your heart
stopping it [there]
It's only for an intense second
enough that you loose your breath and know it's weight
that grounds a feeling [there]
Because even in our minds
we still feel the gravity
as it pulls us down from [there]
But then I'll come around again
like a ship pouring from your chest
that guides you back [there]
Aimlessly floating around
in a cosmic cave of bursting nebulas
that keep you [there]
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
Once
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
You are a distant dream
that when in thought,
twists my stomach into knots.
     I can still see your eyes
     as they twinkled at night,
     under the sky's starlight.
     And still feel your skin
     brushed up against mine,
     as we laid together entwined.

You are a deafening scream
that brings a shock,
to everything I had forgot.
     I can still hear your voice
     and the love it rejoiced,
     while I still had a choice.
     And still smell your scent
     on the last day we left,
     with an old life to reinvent.

You are a distant sea
that kisses the shores
I rest upon no more.
     I can still taste the air
     and the grapes we had shared,
     when the summer was bare.
     And still it all swells
     whispering of it's tales,
     as I struggle these spells.

You are a distant dream
who always returns to me
and robs me of my sleep,
while I try to break free
and come at peace
with all of the love that once loved me.
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
Rain
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
It rained the whole time when you were away,
not all the time but at least once a day.
Rain drops made quick bubbles as they hit the ground,
small short lived air pockets I was surrounded around.
While others cascaded along the windows,
guided by air that softly would blow.

The tick tacking and pidder padding,
The smell of the breeze and it's cleansing.

The rain is an unspoken season of it's own,
some play outside while others hide at home.
More often than summer, it comes and it goes,
evoking emotions like the winter's snow.
Yet still helps the withered, all dried up and cracked,
but can't save the dead in hopes to bring back.

And that brings us back to where I'm sitting at,
without you around it feels more like an attack.
Attacking the loneliness and memories of,
The joy we had found from the rain falling above..

..But you're not around and then, only then
Does the rain take the shape of a foe,                        no longer a friend.
With you I found joy when it poured from the sky,
but now I'm alone and would rather stay inside.
©RCA
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
Indigo
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
That golden sunrise
against the summer horizon,
Bursting through the purest of sky blues
calming and secure,
was easy to get lost in.
Like the shades in your eyes that day,
a whole spectrum.
An entire world in your depths,
filled with seas and landscapes.
Where I wish to scale it's mountains
and deep dive it's oceans.
And then I catch myself swimming.
Swimming towards an indigo.
Your indigo.
I was getting lost in it's twilight,
Like a super nova from an exploded star.
A color that wakes up all of my sense
you brushed upon my lips,
Painting in shades that the world envies to create.
It just lingered there,
absorbing into my skin
coloring every word I say.
Swirling in a mist,
a color that orbits over me now.
©RCA
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
Fears
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
It's 4 am love
Close your eyes, go back to sleep
I'll protect you now
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
I see you today
So I woke up with the sun
Waiting patiently
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
Soulmates
 Dec 2015 Teo
Rob Atkinson
I've had fingerprints
from birth left on my soul that
match yours perfectly.
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2015 Teo
Dead lover
Poet -
 Dec 2015 Teo
Dead lover
I am not a poet,
But a poem,
Just trying to complete myself.
Or maybe,
-I am Completing myself..
 Nov 2015 Teo
JDK
Our Universe
 Nov 2015 Teo
JDK
Brilliant little lines etched out to stretch the time.
Minds placing X's and O's in an attempt to make straight lines,
but a circle never ends,
so let's pretend we're stuck in spiral.
Swirling through the twisted bits,
like DNA strands spinning in a double helix.
We're nothing but a mix of atoms mashed together.
An explosion of fused matter;
spattering the heavens with our essence.
Beyond words
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