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Robert Dimas Jan 2014
A faceless stranger resides in my mind
A figure from a life passed.

Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here am I am not but a shell.
There you are dead,
Though not in a literal sense.

Time heals wounds,
And your face from my mind.
A roar to a whisper your voice is muted.
It's one of a coward.

It seems strange that I once craved the regard
Of a depraved heart, one which never gave.
Father is just a title,
You the false idol.

At the end of all things
You just gave up and
Left me feeling bitter disgust.
My anger has long since faded
And all I know is how to feel nothing;
A recurring theme,

And that is what you taught me.
What remains of you? A shadow
Of a jaded past.  It's never been easy.
Though now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
There's no tears to fill the mind's sky.
The one thing I learned is
I am strong.
I am not broken, just lost.
Robert Dimas Apr 2015
We were reckless;
Young and on fire.
I’ll always remember the tenderness.
With bated breath we watched each other grow
From Crestview to Spruce Street
Our lives changed forever when
You said
“Should we try that again?”
Now you’re gone
And you took all I had to give.
All I’m left with are dusty photo albums
Filled with the people we used to be.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
Infuse the world with
the color of dreams.
Odium lingers,
though not what it seems.
Fashion your own destiny;
disrupt the established routine
Incite the change which suits your endeavor.
Join the fight or
be perpetually wandering
melancholy waters.

All the sheep herding
towards the predetermined goal
It’s the only way
They have absolute control.
Set fire. Repent. Only if for your soul.

The Spring of Hope runs eternal
through worry and doubt.
Dripping courage
It runs from within
The time has come,
Revolution
Robert Dimas Feb 2014
I don't want to be your friend,
I want to be your lover.
I want to be the reason you smile,
and the person who makes your
Eyes light up the like the morning's first sun
I want to see your every candid moment.
I love you,
And I want you to love me too.

While I write these things with such ease,
I'll never say them aloud.
I can't speak for the way you think of me.

In a different place,
At a different time,
Living another life,
We could be the stuff that makes up dreams.
Robert Dimas Sep 2014
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear and
Tell me there’s nothing to fear.
In your arms it feels like home.
I never thought you’d
be mine to hold.

How can it be,
Everything I want is all you are.
Cursing the way we got our start.
Totally infatuated, by the thought of us. I’m a fool.
Obviously,I’ll never have you.
Reason is abandoned.

But perfection is that look in your eyes
Reboot my mechanical heart;
it’s broken down, Jump start my life.
The words you speak, a work of art,
To be yours is all I want.

Thinking about ‘I love you’
I haven’t felt this way in...
It’s been a while,
Enamored by your piercing stare.
You are my answered prayers.
Robert Dimas Mar 2014
An idle mind thrives
On forced optimism.
For every action incites a reaction
And I’m always waiting for a sign
That things will be okay.

All I want is
To know there’s a reason, that it’s all for naught.
The mind is a cruel place it
Creates constant acts of treason.

Seeking the truth through logic’s embrace.
I’ve never been above disgrace.
All I have are the ghosts
Of haunted memories;
The remnants of a life which once was.

I’m trying to pick up the pieces
I keep cutting my hands on the
Fragments of a broken past.
The hardest lesson to learn:
Can’t fix shattered glass.

The battlefield is a dangerous place,
Deep in the facets of my mind many landmines await.
I hold myself to an unfair standard,
Judging myself against a measure of others.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
The trees in summer
Should be green though the leaves are
Dead like the winter.
Robert Dimas Jan 2015
False glimmering smiles are always eager to
Make you believe
They are on your side.
Swift.
Eager.
Dying for
You to bend for them to feed.
You took my heart and set it on a dusty shelf
Next to our childhood.
I wanted to believe in you.
There’s always a fight and when you know
Nothing comes freely, you’re deluded when you think
That acceptance comes easy.
So when the day came that you thought it was your place
To tell me who I am because
I had kissed too many bottles I
Realized your game.  You
Think I’m weak, but that’s okay.

How dare you make me feel
Like my claim to my identity is something
Trivial and is yours to take.
I am not defined by your expectations
Of the man you think I should be
Or of the men you think I should love.
Am I supposed to introduce you to every
Guy I ****?

You see, you’re wrong if
You think that I’m ashamed of myself.
What I am ashamed of is the family that
Claims they will always be there for you
Unconditionally
Are only there when it’s convenient for them
Or only they like what you’re saying.

I am ashamed that you made me feel like
I was at home when
All you really cared about was building ammunition
To burn down the trust that I misplaced.
How dare you continue to lie to my face.
How dare you.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
Uncertainty reigns supreme;
A ruling and stone heart king.
Rebellion is stirring
Whispers of uprising
A fire fueled by fear.
 
The War of Wills has raged
Since the beginning of time.
It's a war of the mind
He wants to conquer.

The walls of the empire
Come crumbling down
The truth has found its way out
Though remains worry and doubt.
 
He navigates a void
His only friend the night
Which never ends
And then
 
He's drowning in a lake of lies
And no one is there to save his life.
The task is his own
Because he's always alone
Till the moment he realized
 
All is out
In daylight to face.
Not looking for glory
But his own sanity lay in the stakes.

He looks behind and
A cold mourning takes hold
For all the things he should have done,
A remorse for that which cannot be changed.
 
When victory's in sight,
An end to endless nights
A final enemy appears.
His own reflection in a mirror.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
It's days like today
that make me reevaluate
what I'm trying to achieve.
I can't say it wasn't a good day.
BUT

I feel myself slipping
into the depths of desolation.
I'm not making the impact
I know I'm capable of.
And though things happen
that are out of my control
I'm striving for my own change.  

One of the
world moving
gets people talking
kind of phenomena.
Something nobody would ever dream.
But how do you know
when to take flight?
Is there a signal?
Or will the feeling be right?

Restless desire stirs
killing the idle mind.
I know.
           I know.
                      I know
I'm just a rambling fool
talking in open air
to nobody.
You're here though.

What I'm trying to say is
soon I'll be gone
and I'm going to change
the way you think of me.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
A voice like literature,
Classic and charming.

Eyes like Christmas lights,
Warm and enchanting.

That touch like the ocean,
Passionate and unpredictable.

You’re like time,
Infinitely unattainable.

But like a mountain,
I want to be on top of you.
Robert Dimas Jan 2015
Sick of circling the same road.
Sick of bearing the guilt.
I’m so sick, infected with
A dream that we were dead
But we took everything life could give;
Almost thought we made it home.

I don’t know who I am anymore
And how can you look at me
When I can’t stand myself?
My scars are yours today
This story ends so good.

Tell me you hear my cry,
I hear haunted melodies calling me.
Lying when I say I’m free of pain;
I’m just paranoid of getting lost
Or that I might lose.
I’m pouring out passion.
I’m hanging by a thread.
Still I like to think you said
“This is not where the story ends.”

The sun will set on this, my dear.
We’ll cry tonight, and in the morning we are new.
I want to find the book and read it again
And savor in this heart that’s healing.
The dawn is breaking; we can see the fire glow.
Take my hand we’re almost home.
a poem made out of lyrics from my favorite band: Flyleaf.  a gift for one of the most important people in my life.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
The smell of coffee brewing
Fills my nose,
and the sound of newspapers
Turning fills my ears.
As the world is waking
it feels like time has stopped because
I’m here with you.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
It's the moment of truth,
And all there’s to count on is
You.

Pen in hand, heavy as
the loaded gun.
Fight for the ******

The struggle is all you have.
Unleash the penance:
holes through their brains.

Force becomes the only way,
For messages heard, the
Carnage engraved.

If it helps, words are the means
To an end.
Embrace it, your new best friend.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
Your voice is like
The sound of rain falling and
Your touch is like Atlas, it
Moves mountains. Those
Lips like silk sheets and
Your tongue crashes into mine like
Ocean waves.

I breathe you in like
The scent of sweet summer wine.
I’m drunk.
The world spins and you
Catch me.

I am the moon,
You are the tide and
We dance an eternal set of steps.
They transcend the heavens and like
An enchanting New Mexico sunset
We find new life during the night.
When the sun rises, your light guides
Me home.
You’re mine.
Robert Dimas Feb 2014
It would be so easy to give in.
Though I don't want to end up back where I began.
You reap what you sow.
What you spend time doing informs on your character.
All I know is,
I will never surrender.
Lines about giving up a vice in the hopes of finding new virtue.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
A player in life’s game
Only bears one aim.
Keep up the charade,
Masquerade reality.
Forced smiles
Cover  up the sweat of shame
He withers inside.

Anxious minds wander
seeking to know the truth.
Any tidbit of conversation will do.
Twisted diction ruins lives.
Words are hollow;
his emptiness revealed; he won’t deny.

Can’t dodge the stench.
Years of buildup have left
his mind wrecked.
Teeth stained with lies,
the time has come to live
in the light.

“Fa la la” the jester sings,
Mocking his incredulity.
Through the air revelation rings.
Though time doesn’t heal
the scars agony has left on his entirety,
he wears a mask of stone
to hide the distorted fantasy.

When the time comes to celebrate the truth,
He finds it’s the hardest thing to do.
If only for his own sake,
There’s no going back
And he knows he must leave this place.

In a world unknown true happiness lies,
Shifted vision has allowed him to see
A way to be, he’s searched for desperately.
His world to leave behind,
Never looking back
He knows it’s the only way to rewrite his story.

The salient charge;
He must break free.
Carve new paths in life’s worn down trails.
Only then can he break his step
From  his life: the cruel charade.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
Not a day goes by
That I don’t think about you,
And I
dream of everything we could be;
Together,
We'll conquer the world
We are the kings.

I want your hand in mine,
They were made for each other.
Two halves of one whole.
Without you just a broken mold.

I want nothing more than
To feel your presence.
And hear the music of your laughter
Such a sweet song I hear.
I’ll run my fingers through your hair and
I want to feel the warmth of your embrace
Just to know you care.  

I want to make you see
Our future: a tapestry of dreams
Though I fear it will never be because
You are you,
And I am me.

I'm intoxicated with this idea
And when I wake I'll be hung over
And retching the delusion that
It will ever be more than fantasy.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
I tend to be a terrible friend.
It's nothing you've done
It's just the way I've become.
Too absorbed in my own woes
I never noticed how you needed me so.

Too wrapped up in my own
Shortcomings  I see now, though
It feels too late for amends.
I thought of you as own best friend.

Distant in more ways than one
The space between us is full of
All those things we never said.
Robert Dimas Jan 2014
Materialist dreams are all you know.
Live carelessly.
Work endlessly.
Afford luxury.
Gluttony.

Insatiable minds let money pile high
Making mountains to fill the hollow heart.
Greedy desire ignites deep from inside,
You live an empty life.
Will the money cry when you die?

I yearn for absolution.
Only indifference provides
A clear look at life.
The silent war ends, no time for amends,
Only to reprimand.
Enjoy your time in your own private hell.
A poem without a title because it is about you and you lost yours the day you walked out that door.
Robert Dimas Jun 2016
Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire is now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here I am not but a shell.
There you are, dead.
Though not in a literal sense.

Time heals wounds,
And your face from my mind.
A roar to a whisper your voice is muted.
It's one of a coward.

It seems strange that I once craved the regard
Of a depraved heart.  One who never gave.
Father is just a title.
You, the false idol.

At the conclusion of all things you
You just gave up
left me feeling bitter and disgusted.
The anger has long since faded
And all I know is how to feel nothing;
A recurring theme.
And that is what you taught me.
What remains of you?  A shadow
Of a jaded past.  It’s never been easy
But now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
No tears to fill the mind’s sky.
The one thing I learned is
That I am strong.
I’m not broken. Not lost.
I hate making poems "untitled" but this is from a series that reclaims a power that was taken the day he walked out the door.  It feels like putting a title gives the power back.  I want to remain in control.
Robert Dimas Apr 2014
The stillness after a fresh snowfall
Unsettles as senses heighten.
The bright sky hangs and falling ever closer. 
The air is alive with a buzz of the gift. 
Through the night light shines as day
And serenity sings.

Fire rolls across the sky, a mighty titan
The lightning dances in and out
The rain falls washing away all disdain
Of what never was.

Your words light the black sky of my mind
Like sparklers and fireworks though
You couldn't ever know.
It’s something about you that I just can't get over.
That hold over me like
The greatest story never told.

— The End —