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265 · Jul 2017
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.
262 · Aug 2016
6553
robin Aug 2016
i would beat myself up over you
but i'm trying to be good now
you know
that thing people like us try to tell ourselves we can be.
yeah.
i like being bad a little more then you do
but it makes your **** hard
so you're okay with it.
yeah.
you see there are repercussions to everything and if i let you
inside
you would
open
up
and
tug at my baby hands
and hold me close like i am just a child
with nightmares in the middle of the night
and
im not sure im okay with that
or rather im not sure i can permit that.
again.
you see brown eyed boy
i still have a life to live
i can't tempt myself with what ifs
and
you are the biggest temptation of all.
It would be only a matter of time before you'd lead me back down the self destructive path
one way or another
or perhaps
we would foolishly lead each other
hand in hand
oh so in love with the feeling of love
so i guess this is my apology in advance
my apology to the universe
i hope
you hear it on the wind someday far off in the future
when you've finally grown into your limbs and no longer think of me
because i'm not sure
my lips could ever be able to properly say the right words aloud.
246 · Feb 2016
slither back home
robin Feb 2016
i
am
a snake
now
like you
i hatched from an egg
and crawled the ground for years
but never grew any legs to stand on
really
cold-blooded
me and you
baby we we're both so cold
all the time
but we had our moments in the sun
remember
and hey
it was pretty ******
but you don't see me pretending
that things are the same
with some other bleached blonde trailer trash wannabe
and i haven't called
because i figured you wouldn't care if i was dead
or not
but hey im not dead
isn't that good to know
im still very much alive
my chest falls every now and again
and
my heart is still beating
i think?
246 · Mar 2016
narcissuses
robin Mar 2016
i have the face of a child.
cheeks the color of summer.
my grey-blue tuesday morning eyes will smile at you from across the way
but, i'm as old as grand fathers clock
if you skinned me
and turned me inside out
and my organs have shrunken down to the size of skipping stone pebbles
and my heart
i stopped using it months ago
because all it seems to do
is add to the
lines on my hands
and get me in trouble time and time again
and id much rather not feel
like
i'm about to die
when i've just now hit the years of my life where im supposed to feel
so alive.
there's a thief on the loose
and i can only mimic
what i see in others
now
because
the simple purse stealing ******* has taken away my zest for life
and
my life is now
a simple pantomime.
a shot at trying to care
again.
tight rope walking
over a field of world war two land mines
and i know that i will fall eventually
no one can pretend forever
but i can't help myself
so maybe you can?
spring knocked on my door this morning
and i answered the door with creaky bones
and creaky floor tap dancing
but it was really morse code
for please let me sleep in
for another year
because i hate going outside
and seeing all the things die more and more as time goes on
and i hate to see
everyone smiling
with a brightness in them
that could light cities
while everything is dying
and my house is burning down
and it's almost the time of spring showers but the cloud man didn't close the shower curtains and i saw too much
and i can't un-see what i've seen
and i can't see what i haven't seen just yet
and
if i could
i'd skip ahead and read the last chapter of romeo and juliet first because i
understand life better
down
upside
and turned around
and in shambles
please believe
i would apologize
for everything
if i knew what i was apologizing for
and
i suppose i stopped using my brain awhile ago
too because
it's lost somewhere deep in the ocean
amongst a flock of boxer jelly fish
now
and your uncle has just gotten stung on the beach
and it's all your fault
because you weren't physically there to save him
you were
stuck in the clouds
thinking about the cloud man
who
you hate
so much
with the heart that you don't have enough of these days
all because
you hate the rain
or rather the way he laughs at you when you walk in it
and i can't get april out of my head
or the taste of your lips
because they tasted like mine
and i can't help but feel like the whole time i was with you i was making love to a mirror.
**maybe you weren't the monster.
it was me.
240 · Dec 2015
white christmas?
robin Dec 2015
december first is the day where i push everyone else away
and die alone in the downtrodden
snow.
229 · Feb 2016
remorse?
robin Feb 2016
i'm sorry i'm not sorry
my well has run dry
i would sell you a sachet of tears if i had any left
i can't cry
cant feel your pain or the things i do
im just so numb to it all
just so numb to
the cigarettes i burn into our seven layered skins
and i feel so hopeless
more then i ever have before
i've become everything i never said i would be
and you would be disappointed if you ever really looked at me
i am
a bottomless pit of self loathing
i am a
starved child
shackled in chains
i will destroy every toy you let me borrow
i will hurt every kid who comes to play
i will spit on every puppy
and ruin every family who ever tries to love me
because this is what i am
and i can't help myself
and
i don't blame you for leaving
i don't even blame my own heart for shriveling up in my ribcage
but
tonight
i have
stepped out of my snakeskin
i am something new
something worse then before
and i am so cold
tonight
and i am so sad
today
my lips turn blue when i laugh
or when i cry tears of madness of happiness?
i can't tell it's all a blur
and
its time for me to go to sleep
(how can i sleep at night?)
and it's time for me to go to sleep.
227 · Mar 2016
wrong kind of brave
robin Mar 2016
if everything was the same wouldn't we still be
******* on the
crack pipe
held between our teeth
and wouldn't you still be picking the gum out of the cracks in the
sidewalk
to show me the biggest piece with pride on your face
and wouldn't we still be ******* on that **** stained mattress
and wouldn't you still
*** in my mouth
and taste like
whiskey
and wouldn't we still be laughing at all the kids who thought they were cooler then us
holding each other's hands
all the time
except your hands were two times the size  of mine
traveling to new places
in your
broken down ford
with cow horns on the front
spray painted tan
to look
like trash
and wouldn't we still be breaking down old buildings
and causing trouble
but couldn't we still appreciate the good things in life
like we use too after
a long day of making the world a worse place
i remember us
spray painting the sky
pink and orange
and
i think of it now as a way to apologize for the damage we did
and ******* it
we were both so disgusting
but i loved the sounds you made before you came
is that why i still think of you?
or is it because i know you won't fit with anyone else like you did with me?
people like us
we use and
we abuse
and we throw away
but i didn't get a chance to treat you like trash before i became the waste basket.
and
no matter what you say
you will always be a greasy sheep
like me
the question is are you
ready
to face
the worlds inferno?

i just hope we can go to hell
together
still smiling like we use
too

even though
we
are just wolves
pretending
to be
in love.
at least in my mind
  we will die bravely
for our
cause.
223 · Jun 2019
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.
222 · Mar 2016
vomit
robin Mar 2016
there are apples on that tree no one picks anymore
because there
are worms
hidden inside the green grannies skin
who's ugly within
but you don't know how to fix her
220 · May 2016
tide pool
robin May 2016
cracked salty lips
kiss
   interlaced
                finger to finger
i can almost smell
the     apathy
from here .

can feel your hot breath
tickle
my skin
all my hairs   stand on  
  end
waiting
   watching
warm
      but only for a moment
amused
             i smile
but only for a moment
.
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
212 · Nov 2017
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
211 · Oct 2018
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
.
205 · Mar 2016
curtain
robin Mar 2016
cover the sun
before it covers you.
196 · May 2016
something different
robin May 2016
suffocate it with cellophane.
don't let it breathe
or it will breed and monopolize all of your cells
function
like a functional organism
because you have to
and
there is no other choice
never use question marks
because you're always certain
and your high school diploma and college degree
reinforce that
****
random people
at random moments
in
back way alleys
get so drunk
you can't feel your legs
with
people who are supposed to be your friends but don't quite live up to it
smile
big
and bright
and
laugh like a
fool
at the people who
think they
really get it
live inside the four walls of your head
because
that's the only place that's
really safe
and never tell anyone anything important
sleep with your secrets
and live constantly in danger
never settle down
or absorb any type of love or attachment
through your pores
become
a sponge
to the world
who
soaks
up
more then just a complitation of ****** situations
be disconnected
but not discontinued
be what your father always pushed you to be
be what the world has pushed you to be.
something different.
learn to
run
faster
then you thought you ever could
until your bare feet
are bleeding from all the thorns
and your legs are screaming for you to stop
forget
the beating in your chest
forever

walk away from the reflection in the pool.
189 · Sep 2017
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
185 · Jul 2017
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
179 · Jun 2018
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.
176 · Nov 2018
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 .
176 · Mar 2019
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.
173 · Mar 2018
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
173 · Mar 2018
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
robin Jan 2016
its all the noise.
too many vibrations in
my eardrums
i need to take myself away
and go
somewhere new
somewhere to lay myself down
flat against this earth so I can breathe
again
just please
don't scream my child
your wasting your oxygen
and your life still
crying over him
So don't shed a tear
little one
not even once
even though their words keep your lungs weighed down  
and
even though he pins you
down on the ground
just
choke on your fingers and cram them past your tongue
and try to breathe with a smile on your face
and a heavy heart in your hands.
169 · Feb 2018
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.
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
.
161 · Jun 2023
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.
159 · Feb 2018
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.
159 · Jun 2023
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
157 · Sep 2021
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
156 · Apr 2019
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?
153 · May 2018
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.
152 · Sep 2020
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.
151 · Apr 2019
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.
148 · Mar 2019
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
147 · Feb 2023
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.
137 · May 2016
Untitled
robin May 2016
What does it matter
136 · Sep 2019
Chernobyl
robin Sep 2019
The fair is dead
The voices are quiet
Here we stand opposite of another
Backs turned with broken hearts.
135 · May 2019
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
128 · Dec 2016
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 .
122 · Feb 2020
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 .
117 · Apr 2018
Loop
robin Apr 2018
Snake eating it’s own tail
Words and then periods
Beginnings and then nothing.
114 · Apr 2019
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.
91 · Aug 2016
Untitled
robin Aug 2016
i still wish for your sloppy kisses
                    sometimes
on my
left
earlobe
softly
like rain
barely touching grass
so very gentle
youre uncertain if its even real.
83 · Sep 2018
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
64 · Nov 2016
march muddied my boots
robin Nov 2016
you loved me once
in a way not so readily understood
in a gut wrenchingly
passionately
mad
sort of way
in a riddle
hidden in between lips

like a secret
without a language, shared only
with saliva and in between silences
our tongues join together..
Like dandelion fuzz after a mornings mist.
in clumps we are intertwined
forever together
while destined
for opposite sides of the world.
we hold hands
as we walk through the fire
hands are cold dead
but your heart is beating strong in your chest
and your fingers feel warm and familiar running through my hair
like an old home, a nostalgic type of feeling.
your
skin it feels like December
you shiver
like a snake
I should’ve known
     I should’ve known.
how cold blooded you really were
but there is warmth all around us now
embers falling from the sky
refracted light
only it bounces off of you
and absorbs into me
im not gonna call you a monster
because  
I could have sworn you
were someone different
     when i looked up at the stars with you all those years ago
i want to believe that we never shared that tender moment
i want to forget
i want

the pain to seep out of my skin and into the soil around me
and grow flowers
i want to let my bones lay there in peace
as i slowly collect my
pride and dignity.

you loved me once in a unrequited not so easily understood
hand around your throat type of way
and I loved you with excuses to my friends and the nights filled with bonfires, kissing bottles to forget the pain.
I loved you with the sound of rain outside my window at 3am  
kissing the pavment
hard
smacking
passionate.
I loved you with tolerance and submission
kisses with fists
brusies blooming like spring blossoms
From every corner and inch of me
I was naive to ever think someone could be more then a stranger to you.
I am so angry for letting you hurt me
at you. but mostly myself
I am not sure if that part will ever go away.
but that tolerance I once had for the abuse I am learning for myself.
and
what we use to pretend was love
I will no longer.
59 · Jun 20
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
38 · Jul 29
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.

— The End —