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Rob K Jan 2017
Broken I wait

Staring at a sky

Overrun by ambiance

Forever

Missing wishes in flight
Rob K Jan 2017
I wish to define you,
As a passage of time.
A pageless memory,
With words on no line.

Yet too strong for,
A definition you are.
Like grasping sunshine,
From an exploding star.

So in my mind,
Vaguely you'll stay.
Understandings evader,
In which labels dismay...
Rob K Jan 2017
It's been a while,
Since I exclaimed,
The rhymes without reason,
Colliding in my brain.

Fantasy,
Drama,
Realistic scenes.

Truth,
And Karma,
Wondrous dreams...

I guess I'm simply glad to be back...
Spilling my guts,
And dumping out my sad sack.

I hope this time,
I can discover something more profound.
Rather then just dump on any listener,
Who just happens to be around...
Rob K Jan 2017
She seems much too high,
So far out of reach.
Twinkling in a sunset,
But never washed away, by the sunrises bleach.

She's really quite simple.
A bright and shining sky spec.
It's a simple and pure beauty,
Stoic and unreadable at best.

Little did I know,
On the ground which I stood.
Was the only place her light shined.
But explained it away, as soon as I could.

For I am no star.
In no sky do I rest.
So I smiled a sorrowed smile,
And moved on, with more weight in my chest.
Rob K Jan 2017
Hey there Elephant,
You're type I surely know.

Didn't have a rough fairytale
Not like lucky Dumbo.

The chain held your foot tight,
And won't ever let you go.

No matter how I scream at you,
The chain broke so long ago.

So we'll both forever walk in circles,
Or quietly rock, to and fro.
Rob K Jan 2017
Step on her porch,
Outside to catch air.
And she steps out behind,
Without me realizing she's there.

I softly whisper,
"If I could just prove my worth,
I'd love you like no other,
Who's ever walked this Earth..."

And she smiles beside me quietly,
Leans her chin on my shoulder...
"I've known your worth forever,
You've already won me over..."
Not my most original, still, had a sweet tone and felt like sharing.  :)
Rob K Dec 2016
It's funny how the past,
Carries burdensome memory.
Self image and assumptions,
Replay heartache and self loathing.

As time trickles by,
We blink and we've aged.
We find such old thoughts,
Define our present cage.

And you may find yourself,
Presented by the likes of Christmas past.
A wonderous haunt,
Rattling the chains of your caged inner trash.

That's what I now face.
Emotional electrocution woke me up.
To see what could have been,
And remind me...
That I'm stuck.

— The End —