Daily Archives: August 16, 2020
before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
immediate lights?
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless — a perfect example
of words! aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
breath. Please. To laugh.
Believe. aaaaagh. with hospitality
they blindfold your look.
:: 08.16.2020 ::
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PLACE your h ips across my s h o u l d ers
PLEASE.
i have s o me thing to say —>
hehehehehe
to your pussy brain :
i said, seriously.
I wan to know you
YOU.
Your dreams
your Fears
what Loves you’ve had
within this Life.
so place your hips across my
shoulders please.
Because, well.
I have something to say to you.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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EASY was media until words became
digital (you love . yourself now) Oh,
humanity i swear i learned how to not
Love Myself (the location of all enemies
upon a plane) m y l o v e died, flower
too and my lip dried — what should
we do? flaccid penis and dry
vagina? from head to toe we
think — i won’t complain: the
famous steel within the condensations
receive gratification always — WITHIN
MY BODY of glass — I grew with love
from you (a lot of bad blood) bad news
OCTOPUS
she before 100
-better than everyone.
I am on a level plane; no complaint.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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i INHALED a summer bug
down my dry throat
— so lovely its okay \
so happy because i died /
and reborned years ago
within a paint jar —
Firefly heart; hot night
booked for years & every
day i was scared; lit my
candles until I found God.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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Running through fields
of nightmares
catching bites
of falling sun
how golden and round
are your lips
like two heroes they
save me from drowning
this One takes my hands
saves my Life.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 