I was at outpatients today
Again
As I was sat in the waiting room
They called the old lady opposite
I hadn't really noticed her before
She stood with some difficulty
Her knees didn't straighten properly
And her back was so bent
That she was almost bent double
Over her walking stick
As she painfully followed the nurse

She soon returned to the waiting room
After being weighed or whatever
And at last I looked at her face
It was lined and a little collapsed
And had a sort of fixed smile
As I looked at her I saw a little deeper
And that poor bent old lady
Had once been very beautiful
It was all there to see
For those that bothered to look

                                            By Phil Robets

Missing me hurts you
So badly as hell
Assuming me not
In need of you anymore
Imagery of me as cruel
As a selfish devil
Turning your face
Hating me to the core
Why not you understand
So clearly as well
Yearning for your love
When you **** me
In your silent mode
Missing you makes me
In need of you more
As you miss me
The way to the core

I knew a girl once
I liked her even,
but she wasnt so sure
Maybe she liked me
And believed I was pure

See I was a writer and she a poet
My pen stole her heart
Perhaps then she had known it

Each line I wrote, fufilled her fantasies
Illustrating things blind to common folk
Her sweetness grew on me
Even the innocence in her ink

But like I said she wasn't so sure
Was it my fault my feelings didn't conjure
My ego is bold and my writing takes over
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I think thats what drove her
But then again

Intellectual love, rare to come by
We let it go, and feelings die

Still pondering on our first kiss
Life is fleeting and you will be missed.

I was the first raindrop
On your once rosy cheek
Masking teary eyes in a downpour
Some part of you must have known
The agony to exist only between the clouds
Lightning striking at every touch
And every breathe drawing thunder
But still, you loved the rain
From the silence before a storm
And still moments of peace
Before my wrath wreaked havoc
Can you blame me?
To be here and gone with the wind
Just a sojourner, taking the world by storm
Living each moment one droplet at a time
As you dry your eyes
I fade into the clouds
Waiting to fall once more, to live.

We all have a bit of monster in us
I just seem to be in tune with mine
And it causes me to be a bit of a heathen