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Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
I look around the world,
And what do I see?
Millions of people,
Looking back at me.
What did I do,
That was so wrong?
Why do they stare,
And for how long?
I see evil eyes,
Gazing my way.
My voice goes mute,
Can't even say:
"Don't gaze upon me,
I have a gun.
I won't hesitate,
I'll do it for fun."
I'm stuck in the corner,
I have to get out.
As they come in closer,
I can't even shout.
And in an instant,
I pull out my gun.
I fire one shot,
Still nowhere to run.
I notice one down,
He's actually dead.
What have I done?
A bullet through the head.
Later I hear sirens,
And get a bit paranoid.
Society's out there,
I have them to avoid.
They're out to get me,
No matter where I go.
I know they'll get me,
I must lie low.
I'm stuck in a hole,
Beside the train tracks.
Nowhere to run,
No way to fight back.
I put out my head,
To have a quick look.
Here comes a train,
And off my head it took.
Wrote this one as teenager (18 years ago actually) during a very dark and depressing time. Still one of my faves.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
Sometimes I dream,
Of you whisking me away.
But I'm stronger than that,
So for now I'll stay.

Sometimes I dream,
Of you rescuing me.
But I'm no damsel in distress.
This is just temporary.

Sometimes I dream,
Of resting on your chest.
But my time here is short,
And it's best left suppressed.

Sometimes I dream,
Of waking next to you.
For now I'm still here,
But I'll be leaving here soon.

Sometimes I dream,
Of just making you smile.
Not much longer now,
This will only take a while.

Tonight I will dream,
Of seeing, touching, kissing your face.
Tomorrow I will wake,
Still in this place.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
Your heart seems so unobtainable.
It's not a challenge but rather a command.  
My emotions are becoming uncontainable.
Not asking for release but rather demand.

Pressurized and combustible.
A beautiful explosion is imminent.
My head and thoughts are untrustable.
But my heart is omnipotent.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
An ocean sits,
Beyond my eyes.
A salty mess,
Of the tears I've cried.

Rainbow to the left,
Storm to the right.
I'm just not sure,
Whether to laugh or fight.

The waves crash in,
And the tide rolls out.
Is this really any better
Than the desert drought?

What if my tears,
Did not exist?
What if your cheek,
Had never been kissed?

I'd rather sit,
On this ocean floor,
Than never to have had,
What is no more.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
How do you drown in a desert?
It is obviously a desert of despair.
You drown in your own tears,
And choke on the dry, empty air.
You cling to a mirage,
Only an image but ever so real.
So you continue moving forward,
Regardless how dead you feel.
When you reach your destination,
You realize you aren't really there.
For this journey never ends,
In the desert of despair.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
I turn off the lights,
And lay my head,
Gently on last night's tears.

I think of you,
And see your face,
And what could've been your years.

I close my eyes,
And pray to God,
Hoping that He hears.

To give me strength,
And give me hope,
And take away my fears.

I look inside,
Deep within my heart,
And that's where He appears.

He holds my hand,
And guides me through,
Until the darkness clears.

So wait for me,
There in Heaven,
Until my day draws near.

For now I must live,
Upon this earth,
For The Lord needs me here.

For some day,
I too shall pass,
And it will be a day of cheer.

I will come home,
To see your face,
And hold you again, my dear.
Robin Dunlop Feb 2016
You give me just enough,
To know that you're still here.
Every "good morning beautiful,"
Says you've not gone anywhere.
Do you have your guard up, though?
So that I can't see?
Are you stepping back,
And waiting patiently?
I wonder if you doubt,
My loyalty to you.
I wish I could give reassurance,
That my faithfulness is true.
I wonder if you question,
Just what it is I see.
I wish I could put your mind at ease,
You've captured more than just my curiosity.
Maybe you don't need these words,
Or the confidence of where I stand.
But just in case, here they are.
Protect them like they're contraband.
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