then shall i live
and love unknown
if i can stop one
heart from breaking
always dying
inside my mind
a dilapidated estate
of broken prose
dwelling within
impossibility.
:: 0.27.2023 ::
Daily Archives: January 27, 2023
Not My Pink Face
My Bruised Face
My bruised face
twice cried
—inside weight
: as though
life unveiled
a third fate
inevitability
i sat to ate
this evening
dinner so late.
:: 01.27.2023 ::
Bruised Face
My bruised face
twice cried
—inside weight
: as though
life unveiled
a third fate
inevitability
i sat to ate
this evening
dinner so late.
:: 01.27.2023 ::
A Chrysalis Torn
BE quiet stay still let me remember you
and watch you change
into a soul I never knew
and so INSANE
never knowing you
like you never had a heart
i’m a fool and I see you
all your darkness
i took home
and made our bed
like a devil I never knew
until now
it’s like you never
had a face or heart
to feel so alive
and I wasted love
a chrysalis torn –> butterfly
you’ll never touch I’m born and fly
so far away from you!
:: 05-16-2015 ::
Femur Tickle Me
Your femur tickles me
in your grave |
my tongue trips me
the Moon ate a piece
of your future generation |
and at times in the future
it Ate ME.
~~~electricity never dies
(my BEautiful shiny Mind /
she haunts me in the coral reefs
of forgotten loves from the past
: just stand up and live your life.
:: 01.27.2023 :
Celluloid Dreams
walk … pretend upon egg shells
life
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip of moving pictures
across the space of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back Of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you and painted lips
collect gossamer threads you hold your breath
dreaming of a love that died within you
it’s all the same life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
Minimally Exceptional
sitting in her electric chair
he asked for one more beer
reaching for one she grabbed
freedom /she’s done with
basement floor crazy\
and all the cherry blossom
petals flying around me
i released the hooks in me
and all abound is freedom
and wisdom whispering in my
ears says, “Bye bye, fly away.”
:: 01.26.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 