Rylee Robison: Favorites

Aug 2016 Rylee Robison

Akira Chinen

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things

Aug 2016 Rylee Robison

The light of mourning

Aug 2016 Rylee Robison

r

The light of mourning

There was a girl
I used to swap paperbacks
and spit with, once
I fixed her wiper blades,
I remember the soft dead wings
on the windshield, pretty
as you please

She was alone in her shoes
listening to something
that kept getting darker
and glowing like morning
on the oil spilled under her truck,
she was drifting through
the rosewater of her soft red hair

She only wanted to be rolling
off a swollen river, sliding
out of a clean slip, turning
over in a deep sleep, trailing
a shimmering thread, hiding
under a pile of wet leaves

Then there she was sailing
in her river of blood, going
white and smelling like smoke
from a struck match behind
closed blinds on a ceramic floor,
a white blouse red as a sharp knife
collecting the light of mourning.

Jun 2016 Rylee Robison

Apology

Jun 2016 Rylee Robison

kj

Apology

so we wait now
resting our shoulders on hotel pillowcases
water dripping slowly from a shower head
you read a book about echoed mountains
and I wait because I love you.
I keep coming back to a moment
something about you in tears
crying over a fight with Dad
and I keep picturing you like that.
You're quiet now
waiting to be lost again
waiting to be in a moment without us
there is a pain you have
that no one can compete with.
And I remember now
why I saw you in tears
I can't be enough
and I'm sorry.

#love #sad #relationship #sorry #apology

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

Merchant

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

MJ

Merchant

I'm drowning in an ocean
But the water tastes so sweet.
It's not that far around me
But miles beneath my feet.

Everyone is walking on their own bridges,
But their bridges have never been wet.
Their hands are outstretched
and calling my name.
How could they all forget?

"You're the one who pushed me in!"
I yell, as water fills my throat.
As I sink I'm offered one of two things;
A set of gills or a float.

I'm used to being wet now;
Is drowning such a crime?
There's nothing for me at the surface
But resuming my job as a mime.

See, my misery is my harmony,
So if I can learn to breathe in the sea,
Refuse to think, let myself sink,
This might be able to work for me.

So stop putting all your hands out.
Please, you might fall in too.
I've learned to love the water
But the water might not love you.

I love you, Mother, Father, Lover.
I'm sorry for all that I've done.
I know that this may hurt you,
But I'd rather swim than run.

The merchant taps his toes impatiently
And tells me now to pick.
But he should know how this goes by now;
Goodbyes are never quick.

I shed a tear for my friends and family.
I think of every song that I've ever sung.
"I don't want either," I tell him.
And the water fills my lungs.

#sad #depression #death #drowning #ocean #misery #swimming #recovery #choices #bridges

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

pencil and paper

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

spysgrandson

pencil and paper

I drew an old man,
with beard

like mine--though his face had
more wrinkles

deep lines of age
are hard to draw

my pencil bore down at the center
of those creases

like I was trying to leave a mark
that wouldn't fade

or trying to carve something
from nothing

piling lead upon lead,
on paper

that couldn’t protest my adding of years,
with a dull number two

when my pencil was but a nub, there were
more years yet to add

by then, my hands were weary
my eyes blurred

I had no blade to shave the wood
from the shaft

to make more eternal marks
on white space

#death #art #mortality #aging #bio

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

"The rose who killed my heart"

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

rekojeth

"The rose who killed my heart"

Oh, rose why did you cut me by
Your thorns that caused me pain and make me cry,
There’s something that I really don’t understand,
How could you be like that when I give you everything that you want.

On the desert I used my tears for you to grow,
And I know you saw it how it flows.
It was like giving someone hospitality,
And after doing it they just have killed you right away
It was a feeling like someone’s already dying,
But you’re still asking them to stay.

My heart have died in many ways,
The pain was becoming more painful more and more each day.
I never thought that you will be like that,
So much beauty you contain,
But too much pain you can bring.

So I realized killing myself for you,
There’s nothing I could gain,
And think that from the rough and rocky place I came,
I should already go to the plain.

I'm sorry my most red rose of all the kind,
But it seems for a long time I now realized that I was too blind.
So now i'll take the opportunity,
To give you the life you wanted to be.

Because the more I hold you more tightly,
The more I cry and want to die nightly.
Thinking about all the things that I’ve done,
And you just for taking it for fun.

So goodbye my red rose,
Ill just face this hell with my eyes closed,
Remember that I love you with all my heart and soul,
I really don’t want to say this but I'm letting you go.

#pain #sorrow #melancholy

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

No Mas Amor

Apr 2016 Rylee Robison

Allyson Walsh

No Mas Amor

I have covered the mirror
With notes and quotes

Painted the white walls
With acrylic and oils

Washed my spotless car
Repeatedly

Aired my apartment
Completely

I have written words
On wingspans

Carved phrases
Into his hands

Burned candles
Down to nothing

And left lights on
To hear the buzzing

I eyed my reflection
As I swore:

"I do not love him
Anymore"

For myself I guess

I've been bad with titles recently.

If I say it enough, I'll eventually mean it.

#love #pain #loss #hurt #thoughts #you

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