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Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Deep in those woods
Behind any good house
Lie secrets worth exploring

Secret lovers
Secret adventures
Secret secrets
That stem from imagination
The kind we all love to find out

Evil demons
And beautiful damsels

Where you learned to master swordsmanship
Where you brought your first love
For a cheesy picnic on la Grande Jatte  
That we saw in art class once

Secrets are kept
In those woods out back
Ian Robinson Sep 2021
The contradictions I speak
Stem from craving versus desire
The passion I feel,
Against the love I harbour
Flow freely from face value
But caught and fought in fire
Of what I want, to what I want to give you
It's hard to remember to love oneself when all one wants is to love someone else
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
A zemblanity is, effectively, an unpleasant unsurprise
That's when I realized which you were
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
A sheep in wolf's clothing
knows no better
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
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
If i could sit in silence
I could go back to when i was a kid
and write about that
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Dizzy and toxic wanna watch
The world spins round
Fizzy drink in hand
While i mock it
Sit back and slumber
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
Anything
But nothing happens, nothing said
Nothing lost
Nothing found
Just
an empty pond
to Slaughter Time with
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Encumber my desires
                  Whilst I slumber by my internal fire
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Let's take it slow
with lights down low

and a line of blow

I've never felt so low
Why couldn't we have taken it
slow
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
It has been awhile
Since the last clash
I used to be just a child
And now that I can stop them
I choose to let the brash battles,
Like the ones at the bulge, push on

I'm not going to babysit adults
She stands and yells, he sits and antagonizes
It's aggravating and agonizing
They like to drop bombs
It's getting agitating to see such polar opposites
Fight
Especially over small things
Like the computer chair
Sorry I haven't been posting lately
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
frozen fingers follow fire-lit skin
Ian Robinson Dec 2018
Every bit of snow that falls inside an open window
Is a bit of snow that will never make the ground outside
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I will walk the circumference
Of the Earth

I will step around
a field of glass

Walk the ocean floor

Climb mountains and hills


You will taste the salt on my lips
From my infinite sweat


I will show you places you dream about:
Forests denser than lead
Caves deeper than the soul, darker than the heart
Oceans bluer than the sea of emotions
You feel when you look at the moon


I will walk the path none dare travel
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
calamity and noise
polute my calm poise
distraced by the confused solute
of try-it-again rhythms
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Strength is a subjective term
One of which that applies to all
Sometimes I loose my grip so firm
And I drop the ball
But I alwasy get back on my feet
Because i am my own source of strength
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
How much can you fit in that brain?
I can fit two bi-polar opposites
And I can see two different ways
it's like they reside in opposite  hemispheres
oh wait
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Spring nights know no dawns
      Winter dead and gone
fights of house cleaning
                seeing isn't believing

A spring child born
     enduring such hardships
though it head filled will knowledge
         knows no bounds
or bonds
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I wake up
Every night
Around one am
Just to look at the stars
And sometimes i look up
At your eyes and find them
Looking right back at me
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
The first step is birth;
to do this you must curse all of your self worth

The second stone is self awareness;
you must find this to know your purpose

The third stepping stone is faith;
You have to put some in yourself before you can live

The fourth one, important to some, is love;
Be careful when finding this, you don't want to skip the previous three

The fifth step is more of a miss-step;
you must fall down before you can get back up again

Number six must be make the others askew;
you need to find that self-worth

Seven and finally you're free;
You're happy
Days of the week
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I meander through time
And space
Upon my aching feet
And of everything i stand for,
At least I stood
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Walk down the old school hallway
                Lockers line leaning in
What I once stayed at for hours
                           Is now a stranger in my mind
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
Humans

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 Feb 2019
Sunbeams wash over me
As I climb up the ladder
And crawl, stumble, walk, run, walk, and crawl again
Life is short
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
The pillar of the
"quick bite," world
cheap and fast to eat,
1 as a snack
2 as a small meal
3 is a good sized meal

I personally can eat 7 or 8
i guess my metabolism is great
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Tear drops are our plasma
so try not to cry too much
it thickens the blood between us
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
malnutrition of knowledge and ideas
ravage the world
where wolves prey on the weak
where winds are whirled
and there is only bleak light left
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I feel
Discombobulated
Angry
Livid
With myself
Because I find myself
Without anything else
I wrote this after a review of some of my personal poetry i just got
Ian Robinson Mar 2019
1 part Patron
2 parts Lemonade
3 parts summer
Ian Robinson Oct 2020
The world is a fragile place
A stone's throw and it'll shatter like glass.
It warps, contorts, and moves,
Just like it should,
But glass is fragile.

The World is a strange place
I throw rocks, just to skip along the water
But no matter where they went
I hurt you.
I'm around, just down and busy
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I sit st my desk
stuck with a grotesque
feeling if writer's block
I can tell i'm loosing my stock
so i open my curtain to the window
just before sunrise

As the sunshine peaks
I look at my window
and to my my dismay
i see a charcoal black crow
and it said to me
You reap what you sow
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
In the deep dark under
There be a blunder
Somewhere in that deep dark under

So I sit and ponder
And so I wonder
What is left to ponder

With the maple tree
I can clearly see
I sit and wonder where I be
Ian Robinson Sep 2021
I heard your voicemail,
It wasn't meant for me
You said his name again
Called me him, again.
I forgave you in the moment because
It's the forgiveness I don't feel after
That speaks the most.
The hurt and pain
Deep within the vast ocean of love
hoping I'll be enough
And I know it's not your fault,
The blame reaches you anyways.

But for your fractured mind,
I still feel your heart bleed
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
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
Ian Robinson Oct 2021
The intimacy of being known
The intimacy of doing something without being asked
The intimacy of doing literally anything with that person
Only because it's that person.
The intimacy of waking up next to that person
The intimacy of being woken up by that person
The intimacy of remembering what someone likes
The intimacy of remembering what someone dislikes
The intimacy of not needing to remember just doing it
The intimacy of reciprocating the energy of that person
The intimacy of being that energy
The intimacy of feeling human with someone
The intimacy of making someone else feel human
The intimacy of doing something only for that person without them knowing it was you
The intimacy of having something done for you without your knowledge of who, when, and how
The intimacy of appreciating someone's existence
The intimacy of your existence being appreciated
The intimacy of being in their presence
The intimacy in knowing if one were to explain how they felt they'd only being annoying and everything they said would be pointlessly wasted and feel meaningless to the reciprocant
The intimacy in having no ability to stand up for oneself against someone
The intimacy of being able to work through PTSD for someone
The intimacy of being able to ignore instinct for someone
The intimacy in learning oneself with someone

The love we don't see, is the most important to me
Ian Robinson Apr 2019
The only question is
"Why?"
The only question I have
Is "why?"
"Why am I"
"Why can't I"
"Why do I"
"Why should I"
"Why..."
Just,
"Why"
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
Myself
Now what do I do
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
As we watched the sky fall
and the kids stopped kicking the ball
Just before the sky turns grey
And the kids stop their play
As the sky turns vibrant reds and yellows,
Everything turns very mellow
And the clouds turn of Ivory
While the blue skies turn fiery
Lies the perfect Painting
Leaving soft hearts feinting
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
Ian Robinson Aug 2022
The strangest subtelty exists
in humans, solely for our hubris to
Ignore; For not to instigate
falling to this subtlety in fear.

Yet those vagrant "apostles"
Praise this subtlety, this alternative,
In absolute pride.
As if embracement, is a better-ment
of their corrupt soul, living as if it is natural.

Preaching fear as Evil, spinning their
woven ignorance as idealism.
Basking in the witching hour calls.

Not to be mistaken as holy, but wreathed in thorns on my brow, I reply:
Desperate.
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Today
was a good day
I woke up to good new
And even though
it was the first day back to reality
I learned that
no matter how strong gravity is
without it, we would not live on our feet
wisdom of the day
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Without you
i am a train-wreck
but that's what you fell for
so don't try to change me,
or you'll leave
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
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Don't let light blind you from darkness
Everyone needs a little reminder of bleak starkness
Ian Robinson Mar 2021
Times change too often
For my frozen self,
Full of hope and wonder.
Who would have thought
Evil seeps into those near-
No matter the effort.
I'll do it myself, then, coward.
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
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I use this medium to
express my message
so wont these wooden ships save me
I'm drowning in my own ocean
my valentine,
wont you be mine
you're murdering me again
but I'm used to it
like it's any of your business anyways
i sit and cry in my own sea
cant you see
i really loved you
but now i'm pollinating a dead flower
with glued on wings
i didn't mean to play with your fire
just to stoke mine
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
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
Socks to warm my toes
Gloves to warm my fingers
A hat to warm my ears
And You to warm my heart
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