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Jul 29 · 37
smolder
robin Jul 29
you are bubbles of forgotten laughter in my
chest, a dormant volcano’s eruption on my skin, a warm summer breeze at the nape of my neck. that tickling feeling.
where you touch, wildflowers grow
while sparks alight.

you make me feel alive.
your arms, a home big enough I can take shelter in

if I am your match,
then you are the wildfire spreading inch by inch underneath my skin.

burn with me.

I am ignited at the thought of you.
lava pools at my toes
as you slowly engulf me,
for if I am to be burned
then do it slowly.
so we may hold hands as we walk through the fire.
for you.
Jun 20 · 58
difficult winter
robin Jun 20
like a dog who doesn't know human touch i bite because it feels comfortable
i try to pretend i don't know what fear is but when my back is against the wall,
at the end of the night under my covers,
i'm that same cornered animal with nowhere to run.
except back to myself a place i've been known to avoid and neglect.
dogs run away when they know its there time to die and so do i
from everyone and everything that threatens intimacy, any form of closeness, anything that resembles love.
the girl you once met, that version of me, so happy and unafraid, died clenching her fists
angry
at every chance she gave you
to be a better man.
do you know what you took from her while she waited
do you understand how much strength it took to get up off that floor
how's it feel to be a murderer?
i wish i could shed you like a hare sheds its summer coat for winter
and you could just fall off of me into little pieces on the floor
that way i can put my emotions into something physical, as i watch you melt off of me, someway to release all these feelings i will never say that pang painfully in the glass bottle that is my chest  
there is an unbearable heaviness that comes with remembering
every detail
that was you.
my brain is like a broken record of every bad thing that's ever happened to me, the melody, a constant reminder to things i wish i could forget.
i wish i had a brain like yours, how it's so fascinated with the next warm body that exchanges air between you, so forgetful of the air all those nights ago that hung between us. ignorance is bliss and it truly would be a blessing to be so easily distracted, to be a man, a man who takes and forgets so easily
the very person who built him, with nothing but love.
too pretend not to remember the betrayal, is to be sane
so i guess that is just another one of those things ill never be
instead i am numb, i suppose that's the side effect from feeling too much for too many years
like a used towel wrung out of emotion,
today, tomorrow and everyday after that
my hands and feet are frostbitten and piled under mountains of snow
my face maintains the same cold and lifeless expression
tears don't fall like they use to anymore, they pool and itch the back of my eyeballs but hardly grace my cheeks
icicles grow in and around my eyelashes, like metal bars caging my tear ducts, as if to protect the oceans from pouring out of them.
i wish for summer to warm me like it once did,
the sun to kiss my face, gently  
to feel like me again
but i'm not sure i know who that is anymore.
its not love i'm afraid of but of losing myself
Jun 2023 · 158
towards the sun
robin Jun 2023
sometimes i forget about you
but then i am reminded by the bitter winds that swept through these woods
just how cold and lonely it felt
to walk among you for years and never be acknowledged for my worth
just a stranger walking on the other side of the  sidewalk, passing you by
even if you want to blame me
i will not let myself forget how i tried for years to warm you up with the glow of my light, my laughter, my love and energy
but you chose to dim it instead

i should have left this place years ago but my bare feet stayed rooted firmly in the ground for the sake of loyalty
in two years time, though just as i remember those things i will also remember today

learning to choose myself even on the days i don’t want too
turning to face the sun
spinning on my heels
and not looking back
Jun 2023 · 160
patience
robin Jun 2023
beautiful
she says as she softly exhales, taking it all in
a soft smile pursed on her lips
eyes trembling with tears that aren’t allowed to fall
she stares longingly into the distance dreaming dreams of what lies beyond the trees
only closing her eyes to breathe for a moment,
eyelashes brushing against her cheeks
she inhales
breathing in bird songs, mountain sunsets and rushing streams of summer
the trees around her are fragrant and
fill her lungs up with the scent of evergreen perfume as it lingers near her nose
alone
she finally lets the tears fall
knowing she is among friendly faces and without judgement hiding amongst the trees
in their gentle embrace
the wind hugs her softly like an old friend, as it sweeps through the woods
quietly
she lets herself fall apart,
but only for a moment.

she can feel the pine needles poking at her bare feet
but still sits quietly rooted in place
her hands are soil stained and *****
she is tired and desperately in need of rest
but it’s not the type of rest you can lay down and recover from it’s the type you can’t put into words

hush my child
collect yourself,

she breathes out
all of the anger she has clutched onto so tightly like rope for years and stuffed inside her tiny diaphragm, her ribs opening up like a creaky iron gate to unleash it
this is where she also keeps her strength
tucked away, behind the pain.
she is nothing if not resilient

hush, young girl who carries too much on her shoulders
quiet your mind
and
let the pain seep out of your skin and into the ground and grow flowers around your feet

turn it into something beautiful.

relinquish yourself to this moment as you sit
underneath the trees and mountains set before you, and know that you will climb them all
another day.
Feb 2023 · 146
Never again
robin Feb 2023
I feel empty today, drained like an orange of my juice, my essence. my zest for life, deflated. There is nothing else left of me to give, I have given you all that I once was, so much so I don’t have any left of me to familiarize myself with. I do not know, who I am anymore, I have lost my identity completely in you. I am lost in the same place I was where I found you initially. 17 and alone against the world again trying to fight my way through it.
I feel numb. Like a Familiar friend that I use to welcome in, I now despise, reminiscing with. Sometimes my apathy tastes like pennies on my tongue, I can taste that I am bleeding inside, but my first instinct is to push away the ache, to not feel.
It doesn’t make sense really, because I know I have been fatally wounded and there is no coming back from this but I show everyone else my smile filled with sunbeams as the pain stirs quietly in my chest
I sew my mouth shut and grit my teeth through it.
It’s a different type of ache, us. more specific.
It’s sounds cliche’ and maybe I sound a little naive but I was
I never thought in a hundred lifetimes that our love would feel like this, that we could drift away from each other so ******* far while we’re right next to one another, while I can feel the warmth of your skin next to mine. I always imagined somehow it would be easier, saying goodbye.
More comforting, more hospitable, like saying goodbye to an old friend you know you’re gonna see again, maybe like a limbo  you could hang in while the pain passes, but this pain does not lament.
Because I tried to stop myself from falling completely in with you more than hundred times but somehow I still did. **** this stupid ******* heart of mine, giving itself away for free. I refused to let anyone in before you knocked at my door, i was content being alone and I enjoyed my own company, i was some sort of twisted, happy, I didn’t fall for anyone’s ****** sales pitch, promising me the world. People were just visitors that I allowed in or didn’t.
But I looked at you and I felt myself  
I saw how your eyes met mine, the pain that hides in the words you don’t say, and echos in your silence
I felt you so completely it scared me and I tried to run away from it, more times then I can count.
I should have ran. I should have listened
Because somewhere inside of me from the start I always knew it wasn’t going to go the stretch of forever. I doubted your words and your commitments.
It’s just funny
Cause
My gut feeling always told me the same thing  
my ability to overthink and always imagine the worst possible outcome was true, those thoughts were always there.
But I ignored them, I ignored it all for you.
Now I get to deal with the guilt of us and of not trusting myself
Now I get to deal with how pathetic I feel for showing all my vulnerability  to someone who didn’t handle the fragile parts of my heart with careful hands
Now I get to painstakingly break myself apart into shards and put myself back together in a new image
So I can be stronger and better then I was before
That part I am embracing
But I promise you this as I am closing this chapter of my life, and saying goodbye to this version of me that I will never let exist again. Never again will I allow someone to make me feel how I let you make me feel
Never again will I give someone so much control over me and my stupid ******* heart
Never again.
Jan 2023 · 1.4k
Nimbostratus
robin Jan 2023
I loved you with all of me and that’s all I could do in the end.

I tried everything I could to make you see my value but you closed your eyes.

So we walked away from each other.
It seemed to be easier for you, as if you weren’t fully there in the first place
While I clung, I clung like I was holding onto a frayed rope
The idea of you, the lifetime I thought we would live together, the future I believed was a reality.

I fell in love with our ideas.
The words we said together through our hot breath.
The sound of the echo of our laughs in a room.

The good times.
I held on to those memories of you even in a **** storm of bad.

For years I called out your name through that same storm
Hoping you would hear my voice and find your way back to me
Believing we would collapse into each other again and everything would be how it was, how you said for so long things would be.
But the thunder was too loud. The clouds covered your face
And the lightening struck the earth hard and severed the ground right between where we stood together.

I loved you like a child loves
Deeply
But doesn’t know how to express.
I loved you with flaws and rough edges and plenty of mistakes
But with kisses and kindness too.

I loved you with poems and songs,
Romance and gestures that were seldom reciprocated.
I felt you on what I believed was a beautifully real level, but it was one sided.
The pain that hides within you I held it and tried to learn how to best kiss it softly.
I understood your intricacies, deeply and tried to sort through the confusion of why you are the way you are. I gave you excuses but I also had expectations.
I tried to be gentle, but I wasn’t always
and for that part of me I apologize.

I am coming to the realization that
A part of me will always be in love with a part of you.
A part of me will always miss the shape of you in my bed and the weight of your hands in mine. How we would giggle like young kids, So in love with love and how you would hold me close in the night.

But I am walking away from the you I thought that you were
And realizing that you weren’t ever really that person to begin with.

I am walking on broken glass away from the idea of us
Every step hurts
But maybe there will be less pain on the other side. Someday.

I still carry the good with me in my pocket
I have to remember you like that too
To remind myself it wasn’t just you,
I was part of the problem too.
Or I won’t be able to make steps away from the same place I’ve been standing in for years.

I have been weighed down by the cinderblock in my throat for as long as I can remember,
The words that never came out
The lead in my feet
My resistance to acknowledge and heal the ugly sharp parts of myself that have cut you.

The weight of the bad
needs to be acknowledged while I hold hands with the good memories too.
that’s the hardest part..

Things were not all bad.
You were not entirely a bad person
nor was I,
There was a time when what we were was beautiful and those versions of us will live in my heart always.
We are just simply two people with
Too much.
Sep 2021 · 156
iron gate
robin Sep 2021
empty people with sewn on faces
smiling ear to ear.
saying that they are here,
for you
to help and to hold
and to help you unfold all the sensitivities inside of you.
because your life is no longer about you any more
reluctantly,
you let them in to see you again through your iron gate
they give you hugs and kisses, piles of trinkets
and adorn you with words of how you are great.
then with one look there eyes go cold
They think you need help because you are not very old
and who are you to deny them?
just some silly girl
with blown up expectations..
you can’t say no, you can’t ask why
or else your relationship will be assigned an expiration.
you bite your tongue until it bleeds and pours out from your mouth
your lips quiver with anger that you can’t let out. your needs, your wants your dreams, your family is all just pushed aside
What matters is they get what they from you, because that is implied.
kindness is measured by reciprocity and what you do for me
an obedient little girl is what you’re supposed to be.
#toxicfamily #boundaries
#dismissivefamily #inlaws
Sep 2020 · 151
opposite extremes
robin Sep 2020
trying to figure out precisely where, on the road map that is your face
home is,
is harder then you think
when you are a gypsy soul
and my feet are rooted in concrete.
all i need is some sweet sustenance to fall right back in
your arms
sugar coated words filling up my head with what ifs and what could be's, humoring me. logic sweetly dripping down from my brain into my salivary glands like fresh wildflower honey..
after all isn't that love?
reckless abandon  
i find myself in a scurry as i plaster my brain in yellow post it notes of the nice things you've said to try to remind myself that it will be okay, the sun will still shine tomorrow
but then a hurricane comes and all those post it notes get swept away and i am left wind chapped,
breathless battered and bruised. 


you
are
this
hurricane
.


         and
every time you come home to me, my love
i don't know which version of you will walk through that door
my skeleton reaches out through my skin to embrace you
but my heart hides deep within my chest and painfully pangs against my rib cage as words fall off your tongue
you are an inconsistency
like the ever changing tide
rolling, thrashing
then somehow still and peaceful.
i often lay awake at night feeling the aftermath of the waves and wondering how you can be both things at once
but neither entirely.
Aug 2020 · 465
i love you more
robin Aug 2020
i have never traveled farther then where i lose myself in your eyes, tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks as i realize
there is no better place then right here, no more love in the world then the hot summer air that hangs between us
and you know,
who needs a plane ticket anyways, or those crazy friday nights
you are my one and only destination.
there is no better sight then your little blonde silhouette crumpled into a twin mattress, no greater joy inside of my heart then hearing you call for me in the morning and give me a warm hug.
anyone who ever said i ruined my life by having you early, was so very wrong.
you are the best possible place for me to be, my everyday adventure and my biggest sun ray of happiness..
you are my heart
and i am yours
and
when you are older and can understand what it means to hurt and to struggle i will tell you the stories of how i built this life for us
me and you
and when you hold me at night a little closer because you are afraid of the dark i will tell you there is nothing to fear
and when you tell me you love me
as you drift off to sleep
i will 
stroke your head softly with a smile
and tell you
forever,


i love you more
            .
robin Apr 2020
and i ache just thinking about it
all those times i needed you and you walked right out the door.
all the soft and tender midnight words i dreamed you had whispered in my ears that were soon replaced with cold lifeless ones.

and i ache

i ache for all the times my heart skipped a beat just to get thrown down the stairs

i ache remembering all those nights that i would lie awake
    alone.
right next to you.

        begging
to be touched
to be looked at
to be held
to be seen
to be felt
in all the throbbing places
inside of
    me
just one little kiss
one kind word
a moment of softness
   some sort of mercy


and i ache. i shiver and shake

        i cry and wonder when i’ll get a break

i cry and wonder when i’ll get a break.
Feb 2020 · 122
Burlap
robin Feb 2020
alone
sitting on my little edge
of the world
quietly
listening
waiting
for someone to see me
to feel my very specific type of ache
to see my words for what they are
to feel the weight of them
to kiss me in all the right places
and say all the right things in the darkness of the night.
I cry out in absolute silence.
I swallow my loneliness.
throw my sadness in a burlap sack weighed down with rocks to toss into the river
    
  
no one will ever know the difference .
Sep 2019 · 135
Chernobyl
robin Sep 2019
The fair is dead
The voices are quiet
Here we stand opposite of another
Backs turned with broken hearts.
Sep 2019 · 468
Skinny love
robin Sep 2019
I think part of me has excepted that I will be alone for awhile
And it's a heavy feeling
An isolating one, but I know somewhere deep down inside my damaged heart that I deserve happiness and I'm not finding it here
I don't feel love anymore
Just distance
Resistance like a rubber band
You pull it back far enough and it just hurts you in the end
.
Empty
Jul 2019 · 289
wander
robin Jul 2019
kiss me soft. kiss me soft like midnight rain.
barely there
absent most of the time
actually
hardly there in the head
in your head
only in your head
could you exist perfectly
everywhere else you're a mess
let's face the facts the line ends exactly where it started
everything is just simply a beginning and an end

fix my mind
make me a happy child with a wildflower soul
fasten a sunflower mane around the nape of my neck with a safety pin
safe, keep me safe in the dark hours of the night
hold me while i cry out to yesterday
as i remember all the times that slipped through my fingers

break my spine in two, make music for us to dance to by the fire
and i will tell you the whispers of the world  

hold me where your heart is, show me the way, into you.
Jun 2019 · 221
Mouse
robin Jun 2019
smallest voice in the room
your words quiver as they leave your tongue
everyone is speaking louder then me
with such bravado it shakes the very ground you walk on
and you just want to go home and get away from it all
it feels like you have to put on a show just to interact with people
and you can feel the weight, because you always feel like you need to pretend that everything's okay and that you're happy.
you used to be so brave wearing your heart on your sleeve and speaking your feelings when you were upset and now you're stuck at home afraid about what things could be.
worries are your Wednesday's, your Thursday's and your Friday's.
You wake up at 6 am just to start a new day of stress and no one ever even sees it.
Your needs are last on the list, and not just your basic needs like taking a **** or fresh water, your dreams, your desires and not just today and not just tomorrow, for the next eighteen years.
Some days you will break down and cry because it's just too much and other days you won't feel anything at all. It's just a reaction to stress you tell yourself as if it was perfectly normal to continually feel that way.  You ignore the nagging feeling in your gut to get up and do something with your life when you see your friends in ivy league or having there honeymoon trip in Cancun
you put on a smile for family when they come over and see the baby tell them all excitedly about the new things he's doing even though they don't even know the half of it, and if you talk about it you know it will probably get taken the wrong way
Like you're not grateful to be a mother
Like it's not okay to be human sometimes and be upset or tired.

.        .       .    .      .       .     .    .     .          .      .    .  .  .

i am left with the dust bunnies under my bed
Trying to figure out how to talk to the voices in my head
To get them to stop screaming
how can you be so understanding and still so continually  misunderstood?
I am so exhausted trying to always explain myself to people who just dont get it
and giving to people who just take it for granted and never give back
I wish things were different, tangible, something broken I could mold with my hands and easily fix
But were lacking in essence, in basic need.. were struggling.
And I can't do anything but watch.
depression stirs awakening from its slumber
You get stressed you dont sleep and dont respond to messages for days
Shut off your phone
Isolate your family
Because even in a room full of people, you have never felt more alone.
Jun 2019 · 318
rosebud
robin Jun 2019
my anger will not stop me from being a good person
everyday I wake up with a full heart and a list of good expectations
I don't know how often I have to stress this, but people grow.
you will not be the same person you were yesterday, tomorrow, or the same person you were last week, and its okay if not everyone understands that.
those people who knew you, once knew you but you are not defined by your mistakes or shortcomings
your objective on this planet is to grow, become a better person who makes better choices and not everyone will see that or choose to make better choices for themselves but it is your and only your responsibility to not lose sight of your purpose.
Be kind to others, we are all on a journey that no one knows anything about, no one of us is better then the other.
Fragility is not a weakness it is a different kind of strength
Knowing that things in life will and do hurt and embracing it at a healthy distance is a very real part of growth and acceptance of your small role in this world, compared to the greater scheme of things. I tire of our societies definition of strength and everyone's apathy towards people who are struggling. Working a nine to five like a robot does not make you strong, enduring the pain of life and letting it change or emotionallymcripple you will not make you the strongest person in the room either. It's the stuff no one ever talks about, If you want to know real strength not the kind everyone pretends they know everything about try Embracing your natural sensitive and empathic nature you will learn it is not a crutch like everyone wants you to beileve it is a different kind of awareness of the world it helps you challenge yourself and only in turn grow stronger.  
We are inherently sensitive to our surroundings, and when we are watered with happiness and sensitivity
We blossom into something beautiful.
help other people become better humans so we can leave a better world for our children
May 2019 · 133
weed eater
robin May 2019
write me a song
of mean words
to dance around my head at night
tell me i’m stupid
because i think differently from you
tell me to shut up when i say something you don’t like
tear me down when i don’t act like the person you want me to be
it’s a blind fist fight
but neither of us win
we just punch holes in the drywall
you just leave and slam the door
how can I grow in the places that I need too if you just cut me down.
#realtionship #lonely #sad #idontknowhowtofixitanymore
May 2019 · 1.9k
fake <3
robin May 2019
conditional love
leaves a sour taste on your tongue
when you were raised on candy
it comes as a surprise
but not everyone’s like you your mother will say
It’s hard excepting that some people will only love you based on what you give them.
Apr 2019 · 149
Tantrum
robin Apr 2019
Petals break apart
as the peach fuzz erupts
The blood spills out the sides
Like an over poured soda
You shake it up
and it
                         explodes.
Apr 2019 · 112
flesh hotel
robin Apr 2019
come and go, to and fro
like a cockroach. i mean hell, you're
resilient.
you slide under my door
and into my bed
whisper into my ear and crawl inside my head.
room 206
do not disturb

        i am


tired.

        but not of you,
not now,  

      
                              not ever.
robin Apr 2019
empty
like a cloud
tears raining down on the people around me
i am numb
like frost bitten hands
piled under snow
alone like bitter midnight winds
with their chilly embrace
hugging you deeply.
i sleep in a pile of leaves. my bones leave their imprint
but no one can tell i was ever there
my heart is the crinkled mess of leaves at the bottom of the pile
if i told you i wanted to die would you believe me
would you be able to forgive my selfishness?
Apr 2019 · 154
pushing up daises
robin Apr 2019
a single flower wilts
slowly coming to an end like a battery powered toy losing juice
i thought we were the next big thing
scribbles of our names under the bleachers
but
i hate myself
im sorry i know that messes everything up
i hate myself and it makes me hate you.
how do i fix that?
Mar 2019 · 146
rainbow pastels
robin Mar 2019
the rain
is warm and soft
like a barefooted lover
drenched in rainbow pastels
we run through the grass
hand in hand and collapse in a bed of wildflowers.
giggling
like
children
with no care in the world
feelings flutter in our chest
and past our teeth
into a world filled with birds singing in the morning
we are fearless
Stupid and determined
That we will make something beautiful
only in a dream
Mar 2019 · 174
missing autumn
robin Mar 2019
leaves are a fallen fruit
the grounds gaping mouth swallows them hole
Turning the earth with its tongue
leaves crinkle and crack
like bubble wrap
on an early morning.
crisp air holds the fogs hand as it creeps through the woods
quiet
blanketing the earth
they break apart
with a melodically crisp crunch
Bits of red and yellow confetti
In your hair, eyelashes.


falling
       at your feet.
Nov 2018 · 174
fresh laundry
robin Nov 2018
slipping and sliding
downwards
i’m slowly drifting away
everything i thought i was
i simply no longer am
my skin is worn and leathered
slowly peeling away like scales
to reveal something new .
Oct 2018 · 209
September
robin Oct 2018
Fingers
three at a time
Tears rolling down cheeks
like car windows
Hands around your throat kisses
Choking out I love you’s
each time
Shaking legs
Shaky breath
the taste of lemon liquor on your tongue
you
on top of me
me
screaming into piles of pillows
that never listen
.
Sep 2018 · 82
Fluorescent
robin Sep 2018
And you are the light of my life
yellow licks of sunlight
five year old freckles
a field of sunflowers
that we are both lost in

drowning
in
     sun
light
you engulf me

Stars, there isn’t enough stars in the sky
Rain, enough of it couldn’t fall down onto our faces
i will hold your hand and walk beside you
into the night
from now until forever

i promise

until forever
turns into tomorrow
until tomorrow dies
until I no longer cease to exist;




meteorites
look like scratches on the big chalkboard that is the sky


you are a mix of my greatest moments
moving frame by frame
like a ballerina slowly dancing into view
you are my everyday
my quiet when the world is screaming loud


And I am your home
.
0/29/19
Sep 2018 · 1.1k
green river
robin Sep 2018
green river
wet thighs
white towels
panic
yellow lines
street signs
cracked pavement
nighttime
City lights
Ambulance siren
hospital lights
dog barks
water drips from the faucet
running out of time
grey leather seats
emergency
wheel chairs and nurses
galking people
wet eyes
hands, shaking
sharp turns
running
down the hall
Barefoot
cold floor
green river
hospital tissue paper
phone calls
too much
can’t breathe
nurses laughing
hands on your shoulder
Happy for you
contractions
three centimeters dilated
nurses talk
Blanket
cold hands
heart beating fast
can’t breathe
Fluorescent lights
Shaking
green river
nurses
where’s babies heart beat
dropping
panic
Cold hands
Creeky bed
Oxygen mask
Can’t breathe
can’t breathe
all fours like a dog
Blue Shower cap
Emergency
Running down the hall
wet eyes
Green river
Florescent lights
hand sanitizer smell
Can’t breathe can’t breathe
cold
hospital room
no blanket
alone
shaking nervous scared
Emergency
heart rate dropping
Galking eyes
cold air
dizzy
Panic
anesthesia
blackness
Fuzzy vision


Where’s my baby
where’s my baby?
Aug 2018 · 473
and i fall
robin Aug 2018
you’re growing
inside me
like a ****
you thought was a flower as a child
before the days your mother threw the dandelion bouquet you made her into the yard waste pile.
it was a definitive part of growing up she’d say.
im smiling but my feet are bare and the floor im walking on is needles
needless to say
i already know you’re darling
in every way
we’ve been communicating these last nine months through a layer of flesh
like we’re pen pals
you know my skin and bones like family
and I know your kicks and punches
like it’s yesterdays news.

i can’t tell you this but i am fearful

fearful of who i will become
what i have to offer
fearful of
the control of my life, the constant day to day swing of things i know I must leave in the rear view mirror

only for once
i don’t care
for once  

i
am
an
autumn leaf
t
u
m
  b
l
    i
n
   g

down to uncertainty
only instead of fighting it
i surrender.
Jun 2018 · 356
pumpkin
robin Jun 2018
men
of many
armies
gather at your toes like fallen leaves
whispers
autumn breeze
tickles the nape of your neck
you giggle
like a frightened child
if only it were so easy
to scratch me right off your back
like a scab
you’re peeling away but needing to keep in place.
Jun 2018 · 177
stork
robin Jun 2018
i imagine you’ll smell like chamomile
and fall asleep on my chest
I imagine it will be cold
outside
the stars looking in at us
I imagine your little toes
curling in excitement
The coos forming from under your breath
I imagine being happy
laughing like a frightened child for the first time since I was five
I imagine the world being a better place with you in it
full of life and love
so much so that parents don’t need to bubble wrap their children before taking them to school anymore
I imagine a life painted in happiness and adventure for you
I imagine you’re favorite color
your favorite books I’ll read you, you’re favorite song to sing
And on this cold night
snuggled in between my *******
your little body will be my warmth
and I yours
and we will hold each other for the rest of the night,
until the morning comes.
                  
    and when the sunrise creeps in through the curtains
I will hold you for the rest of my life.
May 2018 · 151
kill me slowly
robin May 2018
movie theater kisses
march madness
muddied boots
cold beginnings.
i love you,
i love you like midnight rain
wet chalk
washing away childhood memories  
falling in every direction
cold lifeless
seizures on the sidewalk
your friend jimmy is drowning in the pond
and your looking in a reflection of a puddle as if you have your life figured out.
Apr 2018 · 115
Loop
robin Apr 2018
Snake eating it’s own tail
Words and then periods
Beginnings and then nothing.
Mar 2018 · 171
stretch marks
robin Mar 2018
Ready set go
You stall
Your legs sink into hardwood floor quicksand
Burning firewood and pictures
from a past life
Trying to forget
My heads swimming in alcohol
My lips are cracked
dry
like the Grand Canyon
Hands up
to your head
your surrendering to your subconscious
conscious now
but barely able to peddle through my thoughts
Which way? This way
That way or his way?
Am I breathing
Am I dreaming
Is this life
Does it get any better then this
it’s wicked hot
muggy in my jersey wool sweater
I think I’ll sit down for a while
maybe do some summer saults in the grass
Look at things upside down for a while
maybe look at the blue sky and convince myself it’s  green for awhile
Just until the sun sets
Just until the morning comes
Just until the truth becomes a little bit easier to accept
Mar 2018 · 172
Purebred
robin Mar 2018
you you are a man made of metal
me I am a
carpenter ant
you look at me in disgust
As if I am something less then natural
try to rub my guts into your creaky wood floors
with your muddy combat boots
why do I deserve life any less then you do?
self righteous man, not everything’s about you
not everyone’s made to serve you
we are not ants under your magnified flame
running to your every whim in every direction
we are your children, your mothers, your lovers, your wives
we are the earnest ones, the tender ones that you cover in bruises and black eyes
we are the ones who love you so deeply that we cry when you abuse and neglect us and then go **** your secretary because now that we’ve pushed out two of your kids we’re not “attractive” to you anymore  
why? Cause you can.
cause your a man
and your a Great Dane in a dog eat dog world
let me throw you a bone
while I take it
up the *** in my mouth every place you could imagine
and then you will buckle your pants with a smirk and get in your car
And drive to wherever you call home
because now that your satisfied that’s all that matters
doesn’t matter if you took from someone else
strip away your big boy talk tho and
your just a trembling little chihuahua

out in the rain
just a pup with a bark bigger then your bite
in a world full of empty dog food cans
Feb 2018 · 167
Joseph
robin Feb 2018
I have memories stitched into my sheets
Like a spider stitching its web
In the grey matter of my brain
Intricately
like how you weaved your fingers
into mine
Like our hands were two pieces to a puzzle
that you knew needed a place to fit.
My heart is swollen, my veins collapsed with beating red love for you.
My words they are not like other words.
they bleed.
They are ripped aching and fresh from my chest
And put in a box on the shelf for you to read later
My poetry is not just spoken in words, you can hear it in my silences, in my tears and in the way that I kiss your very lips.
It is my love I must share
The umbrella must reach the lengths of both of our shoulders.
We are the book I must write.
the future that is yet to be created.
Feb 2018 · 156
Phoenix
robin Feb 2018
It’s safe to say I wasn’t the problem
Of every predicament you got yourself into.
you’re still pointing fingers at everyone else besides yourself
and me I’ve started a family.
I’ve started over.
I still write to you sometimes though
With titles such as dear first love
how foolish was I
how silly we were
we can chalk it all up to a big misunderstanding
I mistook love for anger
your fists were my kisses.
and
you mistook me
for someone weak in the knees
the play doh you could mold in your hands to make me the way you wanted me
I was young, and I was foolish but that is all I was.
I know now that you were wrong
All those things you said about me.
I know now that you never really knew me. Your words have lost there sting.
people looked on, like they always do
it was not nearly what others made it out to be
but
I suppose no one will understand but us
it will die
the memories
and over the ashes I will continue to make anew.
To be improved.
robin Nov 2017
Just a ghost that you say you loved the most, you didn’t love a hair on my head until the day I was pronounced dead.    

        
Depressed
pedal to the floor
going through life
I’m looking for the color grey paint?
something dull like my life.
I’m trying to paint a picture obvious enough for you to see that I’m not happy  
not trying to be sappy, I’m really quite Suicidal
Kurt Cobain my real life idol.
you thought it was getting better, boy I really had you fooled hate hides in my pillows eating away at my perfectly created facade I wish I could
just swallow the pain like the ground swallows rain drops
Endlessly
Maybe all of this would go away
maybe things would wake up okay
90% probability of it raining tomrrow though so you must prepare for the storm coming instead of running against the wind
inhale the truth of the matter into your lungs
and breathe it out like smoke
it will only sting if you cough
try to drink some *****, shake it off
**** yourself slowly because being extreme is looked down upon
even though the drugs are in your food already and the truths everywhere for them to find it
just **** your self while you can
Stop making wishes in the well and jump in
Nov 2017 · 210
ghost of the the past
robin Nov 2017
I want you to return me to the ground with an apology letter
Because you’re not supposed to wake the dead
forget the rumbles we thought we had in our chest you make me want to break down
pull my hair out of my head and knot a noose with it
doesn’t matter how far I’ve gotten it’s about where I’m at now
at rock bottom and you can pretend that every time you took me there it was an accident
Just another one of those things I did to myself
but you slapped away my hand every time I cried out for you to hold it
every place I asked you to kiss you ignored
I’m not the only one who feels
lifeless
you tell me I make you want to put a loaded gun in your mouth because you never feel good enough
but don’t you see I am the one who is nothing
just a bag of bones
hollow on the inside
plastic on the outside
just a ******* toy melted together
with a ******* painted on smile
the type of worthless **** you’d get in a happy meal
only I’m not happy and i haven’t been for as long as I’ve been able to remember
I am just another toy that you tinker with and destroy
Only I am not a car
You can’t troubleshoot me
and fix the problem
I am just a sour putrid pit
that you will spit out and leave in the soil
and then that soil is torn open by cold metal shovels and then I am buried inside
alone
left to rot
in a dressed up coffin.
in a dressed up life, with a dressed up family.
in a dressed up world
Nov 2017 · 291
dreams float like feathers
robin Nov 2017
Street lamps flicker like lightning bugs
low on juice
the light barely makes it out of the thick city smog alive
these blinking lanterns stretch for miles
in different directions
leading to new faces and different places and the taste of home on the tip of my tongue.
there is a whole universe beyond this highway
trees that poke holes in the clouds
And blanket the earth for hundreds of miles
they are hidden behind the fog
of the neon city lights and marketing billboards
with cheeseburgers and casinos and naked women plastered on every street corner
everyone is so distracted by the humdrum buzzing of the city
They swarm like bees to a hive  
Slaves to the machine
They are corralled into a certain way of thinking
so the elite that hide behind the curtain of sustainability and everyone else’s best interest can feed off of the ignorance the rest of us helplessly and unknowingly exude
These people are children, they are your parents maybe, your second cousin, your elderly neighbors who are blinded by there patriotism and there old habits that they can’t see reality transpiring right outside there window
people do not like to feel anything we don’t consider pleasantry
we want to ignore the bad feelings and expect instant gratification for everything we do
Forget about the cold outside and heat our houses
ignore the news because the consequences of our actions are too much to bare
so we blame it on someone else, something else far off in the distance
To distract ourselves from the fear that rattles profusely in our ribcage like a cornered snake
these people
are not educated on how to fight the system
they are taught to distract themselves with the new iPhone X
because the easiest thing to do is run when you’re in a corner into something that is soft, and warm and smells as sweet as your mother
something that absorbs the sharp blow of reality
so you don’t consciously have to.
However
there are a small few that have broken away from this way of thinking
we are told our virtues of minimalism and sustainability are unrealistic
We are labeled dreamers
laughed at
because we don’t dream in Hollywood lights
or corporate cubicles
we are the few that stare longingly into the trees past the city and dream of what’s more
to come then this mundane day to day
dragging our feet.
We are the wind, the momentum to break free
from the cold slab maze of brick wall thinking
that companies and capitalism has brainwashed us into
We must have strength
We must have courage
Even in the darkest of hours for the darkest of people  
to live by our virtues
and stand up for what we believe in
We must have discipline and live by what we say
We must lead by example
We must never stray from our purpose no matter what our parents tell us, no matter if we are told it is unrealistic or things will never work out for us in the end. They will.
We are already being forced against our will into a standardized way of thinking
Subjected to worse social punishment by the majority
it is social suicide to step out of the cultural conformities of the western civilization.
but we must.
the western mindset is a man eats world mentality
one percent of a pie
feeds off of the other 90 percent
economic canibalism
the one percent have bought there way to the top
Sold souls below them to the highest bidder
the other ninety percent of the pie
we will continue
chasing paper
like we’re chasing highs
to determine our self worth
we must break free from this toxic way of thinking
we must put an end to buying our selves clothes we don’t need and expensive foreign cars we don’t even know how to drive
Or else the cycle will continue
We will rack up mile long receipts over things we tell ourselves we need to live comfortably when we don’t
and they will win
If we keep quiet and sit still like we’ve been told to, and grow up the way it’s been modeled for us by the other cookie cutter members of society
that small slice of the pie will win  
and the rest of us
will pay for our tickets
to the end of the world.
The world has lied to you, get angry..
Sep 2017 · 187
spirit
robin Sep 2017
i think maybe
its because i care too much
wear my heart on my sleeve
casted over in sheet metal
maybe ive just foolishly lead myself in a circle
like a dog chasing its tail
until it gets tired and falls over in a heap of confused exhaustion
i go out of my way, take time out of my day
for the wants and needs of others
and im left constantly looking for some sort of reciprocation
some sort of gratitude to make me feel accomplished with what ive done, who i am
i live on "hey thank you's" and "you did a good job" like paycheck to paycheck
only my wallet grows thinner and so does my patience as time ticks on
right now
im sitting here with my head in my hands wondering how ive lost so much to the hands of weak people with weak minds stealing my time and sanity that ive so blindly offered
i gave each and every one of them my heart when i saw they didn't have enough of their own  
opened up every doorway for them that i had closed for myself
i don't blame them though, ive always tried to never point fingers
how can i blame human nature? we are biologically designed to be selfish but for some emotionally based logical reason in my head
life is different
and the people are nice and always warm even if they are cold  
and the sun shines bright and children laugh and we don't smoke cigarettes.
im a woman of science, but  
ive always liked magic even as a kid
i was fascinated by
optical illusions and i fall for the same trick of the hand every time
because im almost nineteen and still stuck dwelling on what ifs
just a fly caught in a web trying to squiggle my way out of this mess i brought upon myself
i don't understand
give me enough time and i will though
kinda slow, i work at my own pace
but stamina wins the race
in the end
maybe,
i can crack it down to a science
if i have enough time
but i never have enough time
time beats in my chest and rots away like ash
my lungs are like molded swiss cheese
and oxygen whistles throughout the empty spaces between each of my ribs
as my lungs try there very best to oxygenate themselves
while im coughing down cigarette after cigarette
im trying to look inward
but all i see is the outward world of the faces of the people i love
and self destructive things to occupy my time with
maybe its time to stop making excuses
maybe its time to stop running
inner strength is so much more then the ability to handle ****** situations
its about finding a place in yourself where you feel at home in your own skin
its a constant journey of self discovery
robin Sep 2017
ive been trying
to build a boat that we cant sink out of broken bottles and moldy cigarettes
you think matching tattoos will fix it
you say "what about we get away for awhile"
but i dont think wed be running from the same thing
you said you're fast
but i have stamina
im trying to keep us both from running to the brink
that place you cant get back from
im trying to inject pins and needles into your bloodstream so the numbness of your heart is a distant memory
im trying to power a steam train that only goes in one direction
stop it
from going through the hole in the tracks
the bottomless pit  
moon crater holes in your skull where my words gracefully slip through
and sentences fall to their deaths into oblivion
id say we were doomed to fail but im not a pessimist
you and your swiss cheese heart
that reeks of neglect and bittersweet flesh;
what if we run into each other twenty years in the future
on a random sunny day and we both have kids
and we both say hi in the supermarket
and you laugh because my hair is long even though i always insisted on keeping it short
what if you shook my hand and we just melted into on another like clay
and
we cohered
that day in the supermarket
and we never came apart besides that day we did
and i left you for a beaten back bushy trail
that goes all the way to new mexico
because i never took the time to know myself before i got to know you
and you left me
because you insisted i left you for another man
what if i left you a note on your nightstand
what if i told you i built the boat
could we leave out pasts behind us? would we have that itching feeling to reminisce?
what if in another alternate dimension we weren't really us
what if we met on a different day where we experienced the chain of events that took place in a different order
would i even have a boat?
could i float
without
your hand
outstretched to
hold me
.
Aug 2017 · 335
J
robin Aug 2017
J
im sorry that you feel like i blame everything on you
that i never cared, or put in enough effort
i'm sorry that i couldn't give you what you need
i couldn't give myself what i need
either
im sorry that you love me so much you can't put it into words
and that im your everything
im sorry that neither of us know what to say when we need to hear it.
im sorry that i can't be what we need right now
im just falling apart
and i feel like i'm doing it all alone
im sorry my *** isn't big enough
or my **** aren't perky enough
and that im not good enough
im sorry that i talk so much about my past
im sorry that i hurt
i'm sorry that you hurt too
im sorry that i don't approach things in the right way
im sorry that i don't know how to help
im sorry that we both drag each other down
im sorry that you think i care about money and things
im sorry i got uncomfortable around your friends
im sorry i drink too much
im sorry i get afraid of things
im sorry that you feel like i didn't accept you.
im sorry.
Jul 2017 · 264
the date you forgot
robin Jul 2017
six month silhouettes
living, breathing store mannequins
young & dumb
hands intertwined
barely visible through the morning light. iridescent.  
it's ninety degrees but its been raining
ever since February
and we just now addressed
the cloud hanging above your head.
darling take a moment to listen,
i wrote a book
for you.
it talks about conquering fears
i thought if i read it to you every night you'd no longer be afraid.
but you still wake up in the middle of the night screaming
and you have every night since  
so I left the book out in the rain
and I left my disappointment chained to the front porch like a dumb old dog
figured there was no point
in letting him sleep in the bed tonight
sadness already sleeps at the bottom of the bed and hogs all of the covers
and there's is no waking up from this
at least I don't think
because i've tried more then once to help you but
you tell me its time to go
tell me its all my fault
and i'm trying to keep it all together
but i am just a soggy book
left out on a overcast february morning
fingertips stained in ink
im caressing your cold cheekbones
trying to wake you up
from this perpetual nightmare that is your life
hey. i love you. has anyone ever told you that.
did you forget me so soon?
the ink is
running all over the page
in messy
zigzags
like a frivolous dancer
tripping over her own limbs
dew drops form on the spine of the book
drip
d
r
   i
p
dripping
in un-dimensional direction
like the leaky faucet
in room 47
at 2am
you drive me off the wall
with your soft mouth talk
i cant stop thinking
about ways to show you that there's more out there then this pain that feeds under your skin
and festers like an open wound
just tell me where to touch to make it all better.
Jul 2017 · 183
beanstalk to the sun
robin Jul 2017
this type of love happens in the unconscious
slowly awakening the subconscious
with arousing suspicions
that's why i sleep with my finger on the trigger cause you
never know what you think you know until you know that you know nothing at all
you must succumb to the great expansion of simplicity and complexity intertwined
for without one there would not be the other
your brain is pink fruit salad with marshmallow fluff
it is not this thing that you are lead to believe
we are not ants mindlessly trailing behind each other to the next pay check
we are termites consciously destroying for the next generation with the intent of building a home
we are knowingly lead in a circle with lies and we continue to chase our tails
i love you
but love is a chemical trap
intent on trapping us in each others bedrooms playing with each others hair with googly eyes the size of comets
you must run
you must hide you must grow
spiritually
multidimensionally  
and not with some religion who says you can not satiate that hunger that lies within you
there goal is to keep you dependent
on there food, there pennies, there system,
they are your skull but you are the pink ball of mush that lies within it you have the power to break free from everything you've ever known
These feelings
that you ride out like waves
they are just
neurotransmitters and you are just a ball of rotting flesh
hiding behind a porcelain mask of makeup and hairspray
you must realize this truth
you must see things past the lense of your own two eyes
there is this truth it is simple as can be
so simple it lies beneath you
it hides in plain sight
right under your nose
you must see it
with your own to eyes
you must nurture it
with your own two hands
and once it has grown
you must taste its bitter fruit  
you must rise above
these feelings and this hopelessness
you must become more
then what you've ever been told you can be.
limitless limitations mindless liberations
May 2017 · 316
phantom lake
robin May 2017
the waters cold
the tips of my toes tell my brain
but today i am sad
and the sun is shining
so i show rationality the shore
and walk on the wild side with the waves
high tide sweeps me off my feet and onto my throne of seaweed
it draws me closer
deeper
sings me sweet songs of forever
as it opens up its blue mouth big and wide
i swim closer
through sharp rocks and wrecks and calloused coral
eyes wide
eardrums dancing to the hypnotizing music
i am neck deep in salt water now
open cuts litter my arms and legs
i ignore the sting of reality
nipping at my toes
like colorful reef fish
i open my arms wide to embrace the cold fully
and i no longer feel the chill
i have grown use to
it
i have grown tired
the sun is playing hide and seek now behind the clouds
it's color a dull yellow
like a blinking light bulb
slowly dying
the water around me is a dark red
the world around me growing dimmer
my eyes flutter close as i lose consciousness
i dream of the sun returning to kiss my skin with the same intensity of before
the cold keeps me company, cooing in my ear that everything will be alright. cradling my body like a mother would a child.
sharks circle below
a hungry frenzy
of teeth and scales
the shark creeps closer
it sinks its teeth into your calf but its numb from the cold so
you don't feel it at first
then
without warning
you're pulled under and completely submerged in coppery tasting salt water
it stings your nose and eyes
and all the gashes on your arms and legs
you reach your hand out
ask the cold for forgiveness
for assistance out of this mess that it's baited you into
but the cold laughs in your face
tells you, you were a fool for falling for it's manufactured kindness, it's imitation of warmth  
then the bite really hits you
that's when you feel the pain
it's a defective, decrepitude creature  
it doesn't understand.
it swims in these waters everyday it is use to the cold
and you are a stranger only knowing of the sun

**you must learn to swim
or
you must forgive yourself.
Apr 2017 · 730
erroneous selachimorpha
robin Apr 2017
the smell of blood
fills your gills with rancid salt water
frothing at the mouth, desperate like a rabid dog.
sea foam trickles down the sharks chin
its pearly white teeth
kiss you around the edges
with intentions only for love.
Dec 2016 · 126
Untitled
robin Dec 2016
i cracked my phone screen
on the sidewalk
busted my knuckle in the shower
im just a little lady
blown into a different horizon
but to them im an object of objectification  
a race into who gets into my pants first
guess this is what i get
guess this is  
all youre good for
face shoved in the dirt
just another *******
my life meaningless
because I have a pretty face
social outcast
I want to punch you in the face

just  a stupid ***** typing out stupid lies
on a pixelated piece of paper
my analogies are dumb
my life pointless .
Nov 2016 · 325
the human condition
robin Nov 2016
its a push and a pull
a ricochet in the steady pool of time
an equal balance
demons run around
on their hands and knees
and angels dance in the clouds
and laugh at all of us
and the truth
its a distant memory
only the gods know.
only the stars can tell you.
but here in present tense, evil runs amuck
faces of
humans but not human entirely
they are of a plastic substance
silicone mimicking skin
they smile
with smiles so bright they can light cities but all they do is burn them down
they wreak irrevocable havoc
on the lost souls
the governments pawns
the ignorant children who live in the limbo of
unconscious consciousness
because it is a balance
you see,
your emotions blind you
and once you accept the human condition  for what it is you are free from your shackles
you see this realm of existence is bitter
the truth is bittersweet, hard to find and never satisfying for long
it stings your ears because its not what you want to hear
but it is what it is
and it is a game that you are programmed to lose,
a state of consciousness, awareness and acceptance.
it's all on a measure of what you can tolerate
and what your psyche determines is too much for you to handle.
cognitive dissonance so to speak.
if you let nothing affect you nothing ever will
good people
die
bad people thrive
and sometimes all you know to be true gets turned upside down
because it is a balance
a scale
never tilting too far to one side
before the universe resets it
there are casualties but they are a casual thing.
your life is how you choose to see the world, however jaded it may be
this place can be wonderful while simultaneously frightening at every turn in the road
but ultimately it is all a façade, an image of what you want it to be
this modern world is but a mere distraction, holding up mirrors to our many faces, telling us to strive for unattainable perfections to keep us from asking ourselves the real questions
to keep us entangled in its corporate web of cell phones and lies and miles away from finding out the truth until its too late
and we're too old to do anything about it
we watch and we wait
like children in an amusement park
anxiously awaiting our turn
biting our nails nervously
watching as the world around us falls into place
following our mind maps, our inner compass
awaiting the chemicals in our brains to determine where to go next
we are afraid
unescapably afraid
but we have our
feet at the edge of our seats, you see.
screaming with loud triumphant voices
incoherent words
echoing off empty walls. except no one hears you.
because ultimately you are alone, for now and forever
in the four walls of your head, it is safety, it is a maze, it is where you retreat at night back into yourself, you are your only solace
no one knows you as well as you know yourself and if you don't know yourself you don't know anything
this life is what you make it, to do evil or to do good
in the end
none of it matters except for what were doing in this very moment
the sun blows up
we all die
little bits of human confetti
floating in the great expanse of the universe
and everything we have ever done will be blown away and obliterated.
we are intelligent animals, with beautiful brains and plumage but we are only animals
sophisticated as we may be
and
to the government we are less then that
our lives are estimated to be worth only five million dollars
we are cardboard cut outs to the higher ups, mere window displays, it is a type of politically correct anarchy.
if you look at life through a logical lense, and keep your word small
you begin to understand
compared to the bigger spectrum of things we are minuscule, yes, your feelings, your memories, your deepest desires.
meaningless.
but in this very fleeting moment
they
mean
absolutely
everything.
ying and yang
Nov 2016 · 339
sick child
robin Nov 2016
i've rationalized every rational explanation
told myself every side to every story i didn't want to hear
you see i've made myself immune
i've conditioned myself to the human condition
madness is a malevolent concept
but if you embrace it, it holds no ill power
this sickness i stole with ***** fingertips
this sickness is me
it rocks my world
but don't ever love a sick child
a sick child like me
its an empty love, like a ghost
someone who's hardly there
in the head
hanging on by a thinning thread
while pretending they have it all together
it's the human condition
the lies that drip from the roof of your mouth and form pools of saliva at the tip of your tongue
and im
looking for a sour truth to digest
something to wake up my senses
from this self preservation indoctrination
accepting the truth as fleeting as it may be
this sickness it controls me
has the wheel, it throws me
it's a certain uncertainty
a
deathtrap
an endless maze inside a maze
im a rotting cage
and i play sick games with myself
i like the feeling of not feeling a little too much
lifes a tetter totter
and your
getting thrown back and forth into extremes
and you are not a silly coping mechanism
you are not a doctors hand sanitizer hand outstretched with a pill
you are something malleable
you are something i could destroy
but i don't want to break you down into nothing
you see that isn't my intention here
please believe me
ive just hurt myself so much
im unsure ill be able to tell the difference.
I was almost convinced I felt something
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