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Mar 2018 · 188
i am the bee
Robert Zheng Mar 2018
my flower
i am the bee

let me
push and pull
at your tinfoil ****

watch you
wafting your smell

delicate petals
didn't even notice
how they fell

spicy nectar
simmers on my
tongue and throat

i nestle in flour cocoon
among fibers
tender strung

where i start
where you begin
its blurred

your pollen
your taste
spread by my word
Oct 2017 · 287
Robert Zheng Oct 2017
your heart rate
you hear
a breath
a glassy visage
a call
to be kissed
seek the ripple
the depth
your visceral struggle
torrential contention
purge it just be gone be rid be done find peace find relief


manifest a contemplative clench


a drop

a splash

a wipe

pull your pants up
vissaj or vissij?
Jul 2017 · 261
Robert Zheng Jul 2017
a plum, a peach, a pause
youth and vigor's jaws
gradient morals
homage to William Carlos Williams' "This Is Just To Say" and my old teacher, mr. v, who taught me a plum doesn't always have to be a plum
Jun 2017 · 418
God's god
Robert Zheng Jun 2017
I've never been quite taken to the idea, the concept, of religion but I've always been fascinated by worshippers and their gods

Deities deified and dyed with the colors and patterns that they don't quite find as their own but their them is not theirs or through their own thoughts and how their image is cast how they've found they've been wrought

Who's the god

God's god
a mob
Wanted to toy with run-on, no-break phrasing and reading speed and, of course, a humanized and pitiful god
May 2017 · 1.3k
mandarin oranges
Robert Zheng May 2017
I like mandarin oranges
I like the way they taste
I like they way they look
I like how they fit in pockets
I like their straightforwardness
I like that they are easily segmented
I like how easily shared they are with others
I like how I can hold a few in my hand at once
I like the feeling when I peel it all in one long peel
I like running my thumb under the skin as I peel it
I like the way they make my hands smell afterwards, orange-y
I like how people seem mildly impressed when I am finished peeling
I like folding the skin back into its original sphere like I never peeled it at all
I like when people play along when I give it to them even though they know it’s just skin
I like putting the peel on my head like hat or fake hair and pretending it’s normal
I like pinching the peel and looking at the little spray of citrus
I like ripping the peel up into little, tiny, itty-bitty pieces
I like having that little orange pile on my desk
I like knocking the little green ****** off
I like chewing on the big pieces of pith
I like looking at the word pith
I like saying pith, pith, pith
I like mandarin oranges
My way of celebrating mental health awareness month. Or making myself seem like a serial killer. One or the other~
Apr 2017 · 946
i collect stamps
Robert Zheng Apr 2017
i collect stamps
not the mail kind
not the male kind
not the may hill kind
not the mayo ill kind
not the may hue kind
not the maim yew kind
not the mwaya view kind
not the mwayam myeil kind
not the amaway yilovski kind
not the mynsigwi malomisten kind
snot snee smail skind
rot tree trail rind
trotsky braille grind
hot bree hail's tine
don't tell me what is and isn't poetry *******
Apr 2017 · 329
not just bad
Robert Zheng Apr 2017
does it mean to be
a bad, bad person?
a no good **** of the earth bottom of the barrel objectively awful wretched poor excuse of a person with not a vestige of humanity in them (not even a little bit)?

mom says its when
i dont brush my teeth.
i dont brush my teeth.

girlfriend says its when
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.

friend says its when
i don't put myself in the same pickle.
i don't put myself in the same pickle.

law says its when
i killed them all.
i killed them all.
but what about god?
Apr 2017 · 607
you, the paint chip
Robert Zheng Apr 2017
how odd
even quaint
you, the paint chip
that i press against the wall
and have pressed against the wall
(and maybe will press against the wall
hopefully not
hopefully not
and i would like
very much
for you
to stay pressed
holding to that perfect bit
of open space
so shaped to you
and your edges

but instead you lean
not want to wear uniformity
and so you will
and so how bravely
that you, the paint chip
stand out
so caught in glory
that you don't see
i could make a bag of they, the paint chips
that you don't see
i'll just strip the whole wall
and layer it fresh
with paint
that doesn't talk back
so literally there's this paint chip and yeah
Feb 2017 · 348
flow of consciousness poem
Robert Zheng Feb 2017
I have come to you
Of my own accord

With broken hands and brittle heart
With fragile mind and fractioned soul

These tears of mine are part a toll
Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll

Into the sun and by my birth
Once again a mewling foal

Fall will come and cold will break
Yet again for heaven’s sake
I like to write poems as a sort of flow of consciousness just to see what comes out. Generally, it doesn't make coherent sense, but I feel it still reflects my mindset at the time of writing.
Jan 2017 · 215
Robert Zheng Jan 2017
What, you said, with tears
Ruddy cheeks and streaky face
Who swallowed whose pride
a lil dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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