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you left,
and now i'm alone.

they say, there's someone else out there for me,
but i don't want anyone else.

they say, i'm beautiful and i can have any man that i want,
but here's  the thing,
i don't want anyone but you.

come back to me,
please, im begging you,
come back.
 Nov 2011 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Laying in bed, searching for time
Musing the day and the thoughts scattered through my mind.
I drift away and my mind dances into sleep.
My brain wanders to places that can only happen in dreams.

One breath and I'm higher than you will ever be,
Up, up away, to a place you will never see.
But then my mind wanders across newly-trodden ground
To a new image that leaves me unsettled and unsound.
Every day I see this dream and watch it all come true,
Unfolding right in front of me, all I do is glance at you.

Oh, rip me away and drown me, my fickle heart says.
And to that I say, "Shut the hell up, I need my rest."
But still I lay here, thinking of this dream.

I fall and I fall, until I hit the ground, which is harder than it seems.
But here I stand, shaking cold, bursting at my seams.
A mist sets in and I'm more gone than before.
Oh look, the devils are here, cackling, knocking at the door.
This mess, this mess, this ****** mess. See what I've left on the floor.
Now look at me, I dare you. Straight into the eyes.
I have something to tell you,
No *******,
No lies.

Do what you please my friend.
Please, really do.
Be happy when you look in the mirror and stare back at you.
There's nothing better, nothing in the world, than being real,
Of having true character, personal zeal.

Stop faking and flaunting and dizzying around,
Perfection is *******, and there's nothing profound
I'm as fake as can be and I'll tell you now,
There's no way to reach it, no way, no how.
It's not a real place, you really can't get there,
That destination means nothing, nothing I swear.

So laugh away my friend,
Cry,
Cry harder.
Love from now, until the end.
Know who you are and just stay true,
Be there for yourself,

And remember I care, too.
 Oct 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
Hello night I've come to know
Through darkness silent river flow
And lay me down to rest for good
In time I will go when I should
 Oct 2011 Robyn Kekacs
KM
I wish I loved you.
If only I could have felt that burning desire,
That molten magnetic attraction.
Perhaps I would have travelled the world for you,
Or moved across the country.
All in hopes of winning your love.

But you weren't that for me.
You were a warm feeling in my stomach,
Knowing you were there every morning I woke up.
You were calm and comfortable.
Never needing to talk, but we could.

But in feeling these mellow feelings, and having never been in love,
I've made you feel alone.
So now you've gone to meet someone,
Somebody who can give you emotion and passion.
And you know they'll be perfect, yes, you know it.

Now I sit and heave a great sigh,
Knowing I could have been that person, if only I tried.
Old friend and familar demon can I offer you a drink?

Watch the fire fade in winters decay and **** all hope filled tought's.

Does the fall find you empty as my jaded soul?



Another round ?

Will you stay to see me erase all that used to be who does stand's befor you now?

Will you vanish like friends who get a glimpse of the dark that is masked in light?

So many questions to many vacant thoughts and a fires crackle is it cold being on the outside

most all your life.



A homeless sense and a stranger in every crowd.

You served me well but times coming for us to part.

This road i can't take you as so many times befor.



Empty bottle and erased reason im a driffter in endless times of nothing true.

Maybe this time i'll rid myself of the misery ive often so embraced.

Old dog's seldom run far unless to keep you from a death's view.



Sometime's you just cant pull it togather anymore.



Headlights give a view ive called life for far to long

Im tired  but always no matter how far I run

I cant escape you.



I drink one last and toast the emptyness ive become

A spark although bright must always fade.

Life but a season and time a slow count to sure end.



It seems this time the jokes on me.
 Oct 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
Flawless
We like to think
our minds and their creations
can only be described as such, can
only be compared to perfection, machine-
made fabric and glass and hugs and love all
wrapped in cellophane and shipped (free of charge)
to Tahiti and Cozumel and other exotic places well-known
for their supposed perfection with brightly-lit, carpeted floors

                                                               ­                                            But our tendencies
                                                                ­                                           Mislead us

It is our flaws that define beauty when true heart is lost among neon
advertisements promising change and retribution only to deliver
the last things you'd expect, the last things anyone would
want: a remote-controlled vacuum, a light-up fish, a
sock that chills your foot rather than warm it in
the night. What a joke, what a sad turn in the
progression of our society. Flaws are and will
always be prominent parts of our lives with
good sound reason backing up this fact
It all comes down to whether you can
come to terms with the reality of
your situation and the little
scratches in your self-
image or whether
you will remain
content to fall
endlessly
into a
lie
Let's try something new here.
If you find yourself wanting to "like" this piece, by all means go ahead, but
Leave me a comment and tell me why.
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
Spark
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
Flint of question,
Steel of theory
Light a candle in a mind
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
KM
For now.
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
KM
Inhale, exhale.
Lungs impale.
Burning quickly.

Who is this new, sick me?

Before I can ask, I'm gone.
Birds in the cloud.
But come dawn
I'm not proud.
I've come down.

At least for now.
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
I found a bottle in the attic
Beneath a film of dust it read
"Liquid Dreams" and "Do not consume if
you have a history of broken hearts"

A gray-green light shone
Through the tired glass

I popped the cork and drank deep of others' desires
And here I am
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
It
 Sep 2011 Robyn Kekacs
Samuel
It
It's not an idea, it's
    a concept. No,
  It would take too long to explain
       It, it is too difficult because
            It only exists when it is
               Visible and without it, it's
                          Impossible to see
    What is it?
                        It is important.
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