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Sep 2019 · 33
Ian Robinson Sep 2019
Broken glass
Crunches under the feet
Of those lost to the sunset
Behind the corner store
Where it all went down
Something lost and nothing found
Waking up, remembering what’s right
To see what’s not left
And realizing what you are.

Pulled into the bubbling depths
Of what’s left of your soul
Clawing your way up
Ready to blow away all in sight,
All in reach.

Words drop bombs
Blowing away
Lying a foundation
Building in contrary to destroying
The walls grow higher.

What was said and repeating,
And saying it again, repeating
A fire storm of insults and pleas
Begging to keep it up

For no one wants to shoot the last breath.
Sep 2019 · 33
Ian Robinson Sep 2019
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.
Duality of man makes us wonder,
If not but nothing has been done before

Though mysteries and superstitions roar
Life and death cause us all such a blunder,
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.

As time moves in one circle, such a bore
I see duality go asunder
If not but nothing, has been done before

Like a philosopher I reach, I soar,
In search of something way over yonder
Something, so well known, it shakes man’s soft core

The duality of man is a war
One of unending battle and plunder.
If not but nothing has been done before

And now I slumber dreaming something more
Awoken by a clap of harsh thunder
Something so well known it shakes man’s soft core
If not but nothing has been done before
Same kinda poem as Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
Aug 2019 · 47
The Glow Inside
Ian Robinson Aug 2019
Every dim-lit day,
There is a cracked window
That I pass on my way,
That emits a soft glow.

It's always in the corner of my eye
It's not my business though.
I'm sure you'd see the rain
In the season of the snow

As days to weeks,
And weeks to years,
As time makes me weak,
They begin to grow: fears

What could be inside,
That emits such a light?
I'd like to say it makes my eyes wide,
But that's simply not right

If I'd stop I would be late
To what is unknown,
And i don't wish to berate
Will I find a house of bones?

Something inviting
Something dreary
Something homely
Something weary

When lust for life is swelling
As my money collects with time
Soon that dwelling
Will be mine

Something inside senses change
And as if a slap to the face
The house begins something strange
It twists and contorts as if it isnt in the right place

The seething rage
Boils my blood
At the sight of this seeming cage
Walking by in my shoes stained in mud

Sometimes the light glows bright
Like a crackling fire in a cave,
Sometimes it isnt even in my sight
Right away at least. I still cant be brave

Enough to turn to look inside.
As I approach early in the night,
I see a "For Sale" sign and I stand, petrified,
Standing there, getting bumped, left and right

I finally have it,
Though I haven't looked in
And I can hardly sit
I have to find the room it is in

And sometime later, I give up
And realize I want more
Than what is in my cup.
I still feel poor

Yet I throw a party, something grand
Seven days too long
I sit in slump, hoping the band
Plays on

I sit alone but not in silence
I hear the light calling to me
As if to give me guidance
Reminding it all started from an apple tree

I follow it to a wall and smell
The scent of fire
And the sound of a bell
My dinner looks something dire

The wall it opened upon my return
It showed me something cursed
And so I let it burn.
I closed the door and it faded away at first

Then a few moments later, a fire burst
It blew away the wall like dust
As i ran from the house
Passerbys glanced at me with disgust

After fire crews diminished the flame
And the crackle of embers was all that's left
All that was left was the window frame.
While looking in, I watch the glow fade to death
Jun 2019 · 56
Ian Robinson Jun 2019
Whilst laying under the baroque
I spotted a looming oak,
One so out of place
It screamed out to my face,
It seemed surreal
Sitting there talking out
But somehow its goal was to conceal
Yet I couldn’t figure out what about,
Two dreary tears fell in my eyes
For the painting has cries
Cries of joy and fear,
Though using its tear
I saw a magical moving picture
It threw me to my knees
As if it wants this scripture;
For in a forest of trees
Lies both life
With strife
And death
To be without breath
May 2019 · 71
In My Heart
Ian Robinson May 2019
Sundaes at sunset
Made me realize just how much I
Flutter at the sight of your perfect brown eyes

Don't let them fade

Soft silky complexion
Stays healthy in your dying moments
Facing it daily

Please don't fade away

Something says to
Never let these days die

They say perfect people
Don't exist
And I know you're not
But to me you are
And just as I realized
That thing in my heart,
You told me
Something that made me lose my grip on reality
May 2019 · 131
Ian Robinson May 2019
It's been a while since we've met
Good ol' keyboard
I know I've been neglecting you
But I've missed you
Almost as much as I've missed myself
Sorry I've been gone... just missing something
Apr 2019 · 780
The Only Question
Ian Robinson Apr 2019
The only question is
The only question I have
Is "why?"
"Why am I"
"Why can't I"
"Why do I"
"Why should I"
Mar 2019 · 95
Broken Pillows
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
No longer sleeping
He sits awake in a forest of dreams
Shrouded in darkness
No more light to his path
He holds onto his pillow
Surrounded by the demons that haunt him
No longer knowing what is real and not
He clenches the pillow to ignore the pit in him
Suffering silently slipping off the edge
Mar 2019 · 97
These Poems
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
I don't know if i have anything more to talk about
I have come to terms with everything in my life including
Now what do I do
Mar 2019 · 85
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
From the day I met you
I knew that you 'd forever haunt me
I also knew what you'd be before you knew
I have a weird superpower to predict the future
Upon first contact
Little did I know that it would be my fault
I don't blame you for hating me
Know this
I don't even remember your face anymore
Mar 2019 · 101
Ripped Jeans
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Ripped jeans are holy
For the memories they induce are priceless
It's time to listen to our souls
For each one has a story to tell
Mar 2019 · 134
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Lost dazed and confused
I don't know what to do
A brisk breeze blows me in the direction I need to go
I'm being torn apart
But not how I'm used to
We talk nearly enough but we still love each other
You're not toying with me
But you're torturing me
Burying me in concrete to my eyes and filling my heart
I finally understand exactly what I need
And you can't give it to me
Just like a spring wind
Is still cold
You are stuck in one place
While I'm moving on forward
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Let's walk together
Down South Main Street
A place of lunch and movies
A place of music and beauty
A place to dance and be alive
Somewhere to jump and jive
Let's be lovers down South Main Street
Without a care in the world
Proving to others our undying
Inspiring ourselves and others
Let's grab lunch on South Main Street
Down by the plaza
Dinner by the square and stargaze
In the park
Let's be lovers on South Main Street
I keep talking about south main street like it exists in my world, it's just a figment of my imagination
Mar 2019 · 46
Slaughtering Time
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Tock Tock Tock Tock,
The clock Ticks on
As I sit and lie in my wake
Of silence that has grown attached to my ears
I start to leave and everything brings me back
Yet peace pulls me away,
I want myself,
I am burdened to listen to the drawl of time
I am upside-down and inside-out on my futon
Figuring out how to fish in an empty pond for
But nothing happens, nothing said
Nothing lost
Nothing found
an empty pond
to Slaughter Time with
Mar 2019 · 187
Day Dreams
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Close your eyes
Let your day dream be our world
See the storm clouds brewing
Desensitize yourself as we eat at you
Tilt your head down and view the world from the clouds
Reel it back and behold the heavens
Deep in the embers of your
Day dream
Mar 2019 · 71
Tequila Summer Dream
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
1 part Patron
2 parts Lemonade
3 parts summer
Mar 2019 · 66
Lemonade Stand
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Lemonade, fresh squeezed
Brown sugar sweetener
Cubed ice
Paper cups
All a summer's dream
Mar 2019 · 67
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Get you a moon, and the stars will never shine quite as bright
Get you a star and the moon will never shine in your eyes
Mar 2019 · 35
Green Grass
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
A blanket of great green grass
Fills the child inside with love,
Wishing for a wish to be granted
Under soft smooth skies
Of baby blue and jet streams of white,
Hoping to fly away with the air currents
And be blown away by soft soothing sayings
Said under shade of passing by drifters so high;
Our heads can barely fathom
Our hands can hardly touch
Our eyes can barely see
Our hearts can hardly feel
Just from lying over blankets of green grass now blue
Mar 2019 · 186
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
I keep myself busy
While thinking of you
I don't rightly know why
But I think I love you
Mar 2019 · 58
The Way I love You
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Everyday I want to learn something new
about the way you love me
But the way I love you is quite simple
The stars in your eyes shine brightly
My hands are always cold, except while holding yours
And your cute dimple only shows up when I make you laugh
Not to mention that adorable laugh and snort when I say a good one
But my favourite thing, is that I get to love you
How I want to love you
And you still know I love you
Mar 2019 · 101
She Lives
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
She lives through her words
So carefully placed
Without them she would be faceless
And I think that makes her beautiful
That she has found her identity
Because I'm still working on mine
Mar 2019 · 49
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
They say
"You don't have the experience to be a poet."
"Don't even try."
"You may have talent, but nothing to nurture it with."
"You're. Just. A. Kid."
But being a kid
I have a better imagination
I can create better visuals
And stimulate senses better
Like soft serve on a softer summer day
Or the crumbling of a stone statue heart stuck on a girl
I am just as good at you
Though I lack experience
I can be better than you
Getting fed up with people telling me I don't have enough life experience
Mar 2019 · 46
Favourite Flower
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Flowers of so many flowers all meaning
Different things,
Tulips: cheerfulness, royalty and forgiveness
Roses: Love and lust
Buttercups: childishness
But favourite of all
Hydrangeas: Heartfelt gratefulness
I love hydrangeas
Mar 2019 · 38
Deep Breaths
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Somber slow
Breaths bring bleak
Thoughts to
Compensate choreographed
Flaws flowing for future figures

The truth touches tongues
Silencing secrets simply structured
In intimate interjections
Mar 2019 · 249
Philosophies from Ian #1
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
A man of few words knows fewer problems
Mar 2019 · 43
Agents of Fate
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
I am of death
Blessed is the one who accepts me without question
Blindly follow truth as all things return to me
Be calm as time moves on
Don't be blue or red
Your fate has come back for you, walk on with out dread

I am of life
Doomed from the start, acceptance is not a reality one wants
Safely hold onto the walls of uncertainty
Safety is but a white lie
Lying in wait for a truly blue moon
We are but agents of fate
Mar 2019 · 62
Summer's Dream
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
It started out as two
Just a couple to climb my hill
When a warm wind blew the ice away
And that's all it was for a few rotations

Then the couple, just the two
Turned into three, now just a few
Boy was he loud
Not long after it was just two, that's okay
Little did I know it was gonna be a trio again

As some time passed it became four
But one never left my root's side
"Odd" I thought
I decided to nurture it, now it is with me forever
The situation is always changing

I have housed mice and birds
Snakes and cats
And now

But as they age, so do I
I know they all love me and my hill
Sometimes they just come to hide

I've never been lonely
they always come back, but now I hold two
And three come back

Alas I'm growing old and my own children
Have only just taken root and a third lies with us, but only one
comes back to us, my children and I

It seems I can't give them up, although they lie still
I can't imagine the same fate
None come to visit
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
****** and burnt out
A match without a sulfur tip
A pack of meat left out for the coyotes

The green mile
Is the longest when
I am with you
Hand in hand

Charcoal smoked ideas
Blackened by the idea of
Sickened hearts

Yet when i greet you with a smile
It patches all the holes in our boat

Muddied shirts and shoes
From playing my the river of life

Sometimes silence is the best answer
To the hardship and strife
Sometimes Silence is the best answer to
Sitting under the shade on a hot summer day
On a hill overlooking the airstrips
Listening to the ballads of
Those beautiful flying airships landing abruptly

Not quite as... oh whats the word?
Forget it let me
Eat up this moment
And savor it for the delicate flavor it has
The moment i mean

So let us enjoy this glorious moment
Before you divellicate my heart
Mar 2019 · 60
Boy of a Shell
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
What's left to say
Mar 2019 · 97
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
A zemblanity is, effectively, an unpleasant unsurprise
That's when I realized which you were
Mar 2019 · 64
White to Black
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Clear skies of white
         Darkness consumes
Life exhumes
                 The angriest parts of humanity
The blight of the people persists
    Meager Goose can not suffice
                 to say what is needed
and yet
              belligerent behaviors build boastful tendencies
to fill that void
                          left by last lovers leaning on opposing walls
of the singular mind
I hope this speaks to someone
Mar 2019 · 53
Worn Through
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Tattered teal trousers
Are real worn through

Childhood chances cherishing
dreams, shatter by choices

Weathered weakened windows
the wither away with time

Knowing now never
waste a moment
Mar 2019 · 96
Beach Blues
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Down by the beach
Lives a hermit crab
And under moonlit nights
He cleans
So I beseech you
After he sleeps his pale slumber
Go clean the beach
Mar 2019 · 95
A Mindful Black Hole
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
Imagine you are drifting through nothingness
You see all yet nothing
Something draws to you

Sit up straighter
Hands on your knees (as you read this)
You feel your greater purpose

You are rooted in the universe as a dark dark orb
Patrolling the stark existence

Things are drawn into you as you become more round,
Yet more massive

Do you spin?
Do you spew your excess matter?
Do you lay dormant--
Only picking up what you run into?
What runs into you?

Feel yourself flow through space, time, the universe
Feel yourself defy the laws of nature and bend all that is
Feel your soul mend itself
Through all the places you've been
Reconstruct again
You are a black hole
Swallowing up all that dares cross your horizon
You are both nothing, and the very existence of
All things orbit around you
You orbit around the universe
Nothing can stop you
More of a mindfulness activity than a poem but i find these are quite poetic
Feb 2019 · 43
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Sunbeams wash over me
As I climb up the ladder
And crawl, stumble, walk, run, walk, and crawl again
Life is short
Feb 2019 · 93
Hush up
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Hush up, I hear the howling wind
Wind down, and hear the clock ticking
Tick tock goes the great grandfather
Grandfather says "hush up"

Hush up because the three headed wolves are coming
Coming to steal your soul far away
Away to place no man should stay
Stay against the wall
Walls are our safety net
Nets are butterflies and fish
Fish swim up a river of sorrow and spray, "Hush up"

Hush up, the demons are here
Here to stay through the night
Night scares them inside too
Too many and they all echo, "Hush up"

"Hush up" dies down the wind
Feb 2019 · 230
6 word poem #7
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
A king cannot lead from sidelines
Feb 2019 · 53
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
I hate to start this with a question
but what was your childhood like?
Was it filled with imagination?
Or void of inspiration?
Could I write a book about it?

I just want to break some ice
with a spike of words
so this broken silence rings with music
of conversation

infinite points from the center
all facing each other
playing a game of cats and mice
i just wanted to break some ice
Feb 2019 · 111
6 word poem #6
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Teacher, how can I learn patience
Feb 2019 · 37
6 word poem #5 Poptarts!
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Jam filled, crust wrapped, glazed top
Feb 2019 · 124
6 word poem #4
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Chaos and poverty, hand in hand
Feb 2019 · 158
6 word poem #3
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Chairs sit stacked silently awaiting return
Schools during the summer
Feb 2019 · 2.0k
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
Feb 2019 · 77
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
I admit what I did was rather unusual
maybe even somewhat unruling;
Although i'm not sorry for being me
i just wanted to make you happy
Feb 2019 · 49
Daily Grind
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Wake up
Go to Work

But what really is it
That gets us on our feet

For some it is

For others it could be
Honey (wink wink)

I think it is kind of funny
How we relay so much so often

When all we’re ending up in a

A loved one ends up in the Earth

But very every pound of Earth
Is another Birth
So be it a Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
We all have a chuckle,
And some of us have even cried

While some get high
To pass the life away

Some choose to look high
And forward to the next day
Feb 2019 · 66
Snow Cold
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
frozen fingers follow fire-lit skin
Feb 2019 · 46
The Good, The Bad...
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
It was my birthday
Just any other day

June 1st
Death had plans for my hearse

Rolled over and faced the digital face
Little did I know, I had to race

Back into darkness I fell, instantly awake again
Fell right out of bed, and that’s where, when, it began

Used the wall to pull myself up
My legs were just down, I reached for my cup

I don’t ask why
I never cried

It was my 10th birthday
Death **** me, I wanna go back to that day

I sit, unable to feel,
Unbeknownst I fall

“I can’t walk mom”
“I said get to your chores”

8 days back and forth

It’s climbing and I’m falling
In Walmart, I start balling

I’ve fallen in the parking lot
On faux hopes it would pass

MRIs and CATs
Finally, a spinal

I’m dying
Deep inside, I knew

My gut knew
Feb 2019 · 85
What is Time
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
If time only exists when we forget it exists, when it ceases to exist, then what really is time?
Feb 2019 · 60
Liquid Knowledge
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Walk the desert to the horizon
A wizened old man longs
For a taste of translucent liquid
To fill his can up full
His old man always said take a bull by the horns
But never uttered a word about life with all its strife
Much like attempting to bed a wed wife-
If it's easy, you're not doing it right
So the ripened old man walks the barren land
In search of knowledge
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