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I am an artist.
I can make myself into something new
every day.
Imagine the possibilities you could
innovate,
Just let me know what you want.
Here, flip through this magazine for some
ideas,
And tell me what you like best!
It’s all about pleasing your audience
anyways,
It doesn't matter what I want,
Nobody cares about that.
They just want to see something pretty.

I sculpt and paint imagery out of tools
To end up with a fake canvas.
Day to day I suppress myself with the lies.
I chip and chisel,
Dissect and carve,
Bits and pieces,
Until I’m left trembling,
Just to be tossed away in the end.

Splashes of red,
And strokes of black ignite your appeal,
And this is what you label as real?
Hunger strikes itself through the bones
Revealing its power through the limbs
Of the body, eye sockets, sinking down,
Down,
Down.
Death could possibly be the resemblance.

What a terrible piece, a shame it is.
Maybe just a few more tweaks,
And it will at least look halfway decent.

Trim down the sides,
Thin out any extras,
Fill in what is needed.
Even just a tad more color,
Then we have something.

Time strolls by,
A year soon passes,
And one day I just happen to actually
stop,
And look at my masterpiece,
But only for a moment.

In the mirror,
A reflection stares back at a wretched,
Ghostly,
Figure.
Beads of liquid build up into my pallid
eyes,
Unable to contain the weight of their
reasons any longer,
Tears begin to burst,
They trickle down my rose stained
cheeks,
Fueled by the absence of perfection,
And I feel nothing.

Needs more work.
 Nov 2013 Robyn Kekacs
KM
I don’t know when but one day past,
I preserved our love so it would last.
Jars of cherries and pears line the case
Our love hidden in its secret place.

Over time the room grew musty,
I used the pears and cherries thusly,
I left the room dim and quiet
Then soon forgot what I left inside it.

After weeks or months or years,
I find myself searching again in here.
I’ve forgotten what I lost,
But I will find it at any cost.

In a nook, I spot a single jar
Hidden in dust as thick as tar,
I approach it slowly without fear
Recalling now what I stored here.

I wiped the grunge and twisted the cap
Stopped a moment, taken aback.
Our love escaped and dissipated
I grab the air as if to save it.

I throw the grimy jar to the ground,
Burn it to guarantee it won’t be found.
I close the room and turn the lock,
My wooden heart begins to knock.

I light a match and don’t look back
Gasoline drowns the past.
The pears and cherries are now homeless
Thrown to the street without notice.
 Apr 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Never say never, unless unsure
If one has won; whether the storm was weathered.
Still the unshod horse circles around tethered,
And pounds the ground until the sound,
Fades away and we forget her.

Friendship is forever, but loyalty doesn't exist;
Deep inside of all of us is just a selfish *****.
The puppet master, d-list disaster,
Terrible actor, no director will cast her.
Crawled from the inferno and seeped through the toes,
Devours every infant the moment they are clothed.
Spine straw, she slurps up all our souls,
Depleted delicious decency leaves a void,
Bad habits enjoyed, eyes remain vacant and annoyed.

The monarch orange, beautiful mess,
Stilted success, seconds from daisy distress.
Stick more glitter to glue the attention
Maybe this year you'll be worth a mention.
Complain about the crowd with smile covered glowers.
Ticking clock tower reminds cowards they've been idly awake for hours.

So take care, prepare your hearse,
We all know the most beautiful flower is clipped first.
 Apr 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Bound
 Apr 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Empty words pour over one another and we bath in it
I want to *****. Pinkies crossed, keep my own blood promise.
Clasp raised hands, you're just two ******* grand.
While the empty crowds and fake personalities go crazy in the stands,
And the non-imaginary friends rally to take a stand.
Judge me, judge them until you're at full self esteem
Shiny train wreck tracks, two tons more and full steam
Ahead, altered image in your head to fit the rhyme and time before we split
Apart into the tiniest of atoms, I wish you'd shatter and splatter already,
70% water and you're still pretty **** heavy,
Though if by mass or volume remains a mystery.
Open eyes, twisted spine, take your shoes, give you mine
The top of the pond is warm, but just wait until the dark fills the lake,
And the hopping waterbugs overtake and your body is no longer your own.
Queen, **** it, King, sit on my throne,
And look at the useless fruitfulness that I have grown.
Trust you as far as I could throw a stone and it landed among the seeds I'd sown,
Silver puddle reflects to me that the you I'd known has left me all alone.
Friendship without sun drowns us in a matter of hours
***** fertilizer and weeds choke out the flowers.
And all the while this ***** dreadful night
Can taste the lightness of our fright, and be remembered as the day,
That the privlaged beggers finally picked a fight.
*******, we used to care about one another
Though I won't say we've grown up or apart,
Our dimensions seem to have warped an awful lot.
It could be that this is art in the rambling, symbolic diary sense,
But let's have some common sense, no props to those
Who cheat and repeat, force the burden of meaning on the helpless seedling.
Abstract art and children separated by a mirrored glass wall to encourage real work
And here's to the curses written inside the bathroom stall,
Embraced and erased, then forgotten years later
Memories wiped without a trace, this human race
I'll bet you can win, but I still run faster
You tricky ******* set up traps along the track
Encouraged by the sadistic master.
Paper, tin and plaster;
Save the past so she remembers the tactless *******
That was presented as a present and in the present now presents
A trickier problem than he could devise if he had tried.
Perhaps he never lied, but looked at the fingers, little miss
Scarlet tips, tried to deny but the die is dyed with fine metallic mist.
Gleaming puppy-dog eyes pour remorse, of course,
But given another pure, white sheet
Would prove even more efficient in "accidental" deceit.
So row, so row, goes the lame claim that my words manage
To stay same in your brain, gain an image of the pain and strain.
No love, never then, never again.
Continue talking, and walking apart
I'm sorry, screamed. What's that you say?
Hate and love splatter tiny red dots on the scatter plot
Flash frame, freeze for a fraction, minds captivated by action
Divide and multiply the fractions and traction,
Keeping the same, grown apart, helplessly together,
Until, comparatively, even static falls apart.
 Apr 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over again
Stale bread, moldy words
Repentance doesn't matter
Empty words fall to the floor.
Clattering, glass shards shattering
Broken mask cracked again.

Run, quick. Go tell a friend
The news is out, the press has come
Headlines mimic those of the day before
Every day the same story,
Surprising the goldfish followers
Each and every time.

Perfect little girl, don't cry
Those aren't your tears to spread
Your life is perfect, nothing's wrong
Ungrateful, spoiled little brat.
Venom words punctuated with a slam
Left alone to brew in your faults

Perfect little girl
Where have you gone?

She is the ornate vase
Lying in pieces on the floor
Left over from the night before
A causality of a world too busy partying,
Swept away once it has sobered
In mourning.
 Mar 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Ten Feet
 Mar 2012 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Metal screeching, heartbeat screaming,
Am I dead, could I be dreaming?
Trapped on this roller coaster of fear,
Ten feet closer and I could have died here.

Flips and turns and moving around,
Glass and grass scatter the ground.
Bump on the head, a little sore,
Ten feet off and it could have been more.

One thing about life is it can end whenever,
And the funny thing about death is that it lasts forever.
If you ask me how I am, I'd say "okay."
Thinking ten feet off could have been my last day.
Our bodies fit together perfectly,
intertwined in the sheets,
warm and graceful.

heavy breathing,
slow caring movements,
being careful,
but not too careful.

the feeling is powerful,
writhing,
not with pain,
but pleasure.

then,
your heart stops,
the moment is over,
your body relaxes,
still intertwined and blissful.
was i just imagining it when you said you liked me?
and that you had no intentions of going anywhere.
did i make all of that up in my head?
i'm beggining to feel as though i did.

you said you were in it for the long haul
then,
two weeks later,
you crumble.

telling me that i can't be friends with my best friend...
if i want this to work,
and that wasn't about to happen.

so it ended just like that,
nothing more nothing less,
just a bad case of jealousy,
nothing more nothing less.
 Dec 2011 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Children flit about the yard,
Passing and flashing through the day.
Glittering lady slipper smiles
Parted as always, with something to say.
Until the silent rose seduced them,
Quieted their restless tongues,
With a world of glamor, wonder,
And a ladder of creaky rungs.

Taught the ways of beauty and of forgetting who you are,
The children leave the roses' den and start to drift apart.

These fresh tender blossoms, shrouded by thorny prose
Peeking at the weedy world to seek the problem
That they will water 'til it grows.
Then whines and whimpers fill the garden
When each reaps what they had sown.

So on goes the mask,
The beauty, and the thorns.
Never to look back or remember
The place that they were born.
So valiantly do these puppets pretend,
That they do not remember if
The means are really worth the end.
So forward, forward, they do begin.
Smile big and smile bright,
But just enough to win.
Oh, what a beautiful day for living,
In the garden of lovely sin.
you're new,
i'm not sure what to think.

you make my mind go crazy,
i can't stop thinking
about you.

you tell me i'm beautiful,
when no one else does,
you think i'm wonderful,
even when i don't agree.

you intrigue me,
i want to know you,
your thoughts,
feelings,
and all about your life.

share your secrets with me,
i swear
i wont tell a soul.

get to know me.
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