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Rob Apr 2017
hollow core

festive
but painful
outer shell

showing me
blindspots

a spiral of
madness
consuming me
on occasion

freedom
sometimes

others bound
by my own
cell
Rob Apr 2017
pen in hand
inside,
insanity

outside,
composed
and cool

sporting eyes
of interest

inside,
uninterested

looking like
a meandering,
lonesome child

i dream
for the day
to be free
Rob Apr 2017
i went to
the store today
and bought
a box of
black berries

it was a clear
plastic box

i realized
i don’t care
that we consume
and waste
so much

i sat down
in my black,
leather chair
and ate three
black berries

i ate two
of them quickly
but the third
i ate slowly

it had blackish
purple kernels
of bittersweet
nectar

and seeds
that crunched
in my mouth

i did not mind
that much

it had kernels
that looked like
lonely,
lavender misfits

and curly,
brown hairs
waiting
to say “hello”

each kernel
shaped
by its sibling
jam packed
like a large
family
in a small house

it had a hallow
bottom
once attached
to a stem
that was clipped
with magical scissors
Rob Apr 2017
sporting
a thick,
black beard
and a glass
of whiskey

she has
buttery,
brown skin and
a naive smile

helpless

wandering lost
hoping
far a chance
to be
by your side
Rob Feb 2017
the sound
of melodies
arise in silence

mildly anxious,
yet excited

a new leaf
has turned
and I begin
to wonder

am I really here,
or is this
all happening
inside of me?

— The End —