Category Archives: Pain
(c) E.P. ROBLES
Sweltering sweat stain crooked tooth
slush bog humid sticky smell pit
ugly hop-scotch limping feral human
so out of tune yellow bleach bitch
what[?] is ugly too much for you!?!
the lesions of your pretty heart
burst-cyst fakery of humanity
all you see is a monster like me
your illusionary air of love —
leprosy in its finest puss gem
Beyond your illusion of preconception
a heart beats within my breast-beast
one who loves the arts and finery
and a sunset that rises over my soul
the world sees a beast in me but I see
the world for what it be — a greater beast
My club foot partially steady me —
more than what I can say for humanity
I limp in gutters feeding on trash bits
but my heart is brighter than you beasts!
Go! Die in your beauty!
Be gone beautiful monsters…
let alone the prince in disease
that heart that beats one with nature
no tears worth a pinch of horror
no pain more than familial disregard
:: 04-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #beauty, #disease, #fakery, #gross, #heart, #illusion, #love, #poems, #poet, #poetry, #romantic, #ugly | posted in Horror, Life, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Ugly
I was the perfect
appliance for you
fitting so nicely
between your stove
and kitchen sink
I saved you time
and cooked dreams
a perfect buddy
I wiped your tears
when your apron
hugged too tight
I reminded you
of a promise
your tears soaked
into the stonework
and my song
killed the moment
when I sang it…
I am a dream
in your brain
a domestic fear
you have to run
a perfect dream
so special dear
you run from me
I promise dear
a warranty too
our secret washes
and cycles heat
leave no stains
just lemmon bright
I save you time
a special moment
when life holds you
and role models die
but sweetheart hear
that you are perfect
you are a dream
more than he knows
you’re fucking special
so fucking special
you are a dream girl
and i love you so much
:: 04-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #day in day out, #doldrums #poem, #domestic, #family, #mothers, #no reprieve, #plight, #poetry, #women | posted in Art, Beauty, Life, Love, marriage, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Romance
weird PEOPLE watching
defenseless dreaming
knowing my weakness
carefully retreating
I am just a piece
of angel meat wishing
to fall back into my
soft heaven birth trap
A perfect costly costume
high heels and gloss lips
but zombies love decay
and my heart is a dead
fish swimming when dead
I saw the salmon run
dead gill fish moving
Mother nature so cold
but your hug is warm
and tree and animal love
the strength you exude
Love me strong female
show us girls what to do
we bleed across horizons
and days and years too
ageless pain and suffer
for life and nature too
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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I shed my tears
and night skin
that moon too
and all along
lonely voices
sing to me
“You filthy child
born of poverty
what good are you”
I hung my head
and shoved along
followed my tears
gutters love pity
but angels sang
“lovely one, child…”
Oh, love come soon!
a gentle hand is good
but the eye of pity
burns through my soul!
I am a little boy
and children hurt too
I wither in denial
and alone, what are tears
if my love is ignored
what is a poor child to do
if my smiles are ignored
humanity has many hearts…
one to love
another to hate
then again —
the killer is you
and my blood
drips from your hands
Oh, love deny
the beasts in life
and gather here
within my lonely heart
a kiss from heaven
mother-love come soon
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #children, #destroyed families, #hurt, #lonely, #poems, #poetry, #the hidden pain | posted in Family, Fear, Horror, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
A weeping lie
deserves
no compassion
best just let
it quickly die
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #forgiveness, #lies, #poetry, #shame, #truth | posted in Fear, Love, Pain, Poetry
and when honey dew
simply
drips away
that crack from fear
too small
to see
but hate and anger
fought that stage —
I am left
with sad
speckled nest-less
eggs
in tender hands
If a plant, from tears
they would grow
but now, wingless
lovely eggs to bed
I bury you in dreams
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #lost future, #poetry, #reality, #sadness | posted in Dreams, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Sorrow
This is the last kiss
a memory yet to burn
those souls who regret
a hand played badly
What was it you said?
“life is a game played”
such words you’ll regret
when your life crumbles
I knew the verdict
when I saw you walking
toward me not looking
and my heart shattered
too many pieces to gather
and your words destroy me
“life is a game played”
When the sky falls
I crumble into pieces
and your soul too
one day will burn
when you remember
the heart you destroyed
:: 04-10-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #broken hearted, #life, #poems, #poetry, #youth | posted in Life, Love, Pain, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles
LITTLE child come inside
the cold will freeze you
and your soul will turn
to that ice that burns
but mama what’s inside
is worse than the cold
what’s inside will kill
my tender little soul
so i walk the sidewalks
and my tears melt ice
and my soul a little boy
loneliness is a pain
that follows sorrow
and i pray for tomorrows
let burn my swollen tears
inside a wintry life
and what i see i cry
and what sounds — kill me
oh i am just a boy
but my soul so ancient
and the wrinkles smile
they say oh lonely one
time alone is good
it heals the heart
and you are never alone
your angel walks with you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #broken family, #crisis, #fear, #love, #pain, #poetry, #sorrow | posted in Life, misadventure, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Sorrow, Spiritual
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weep
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my wither
soul
:: 03-26-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #faith, #life, #love, #passion, #poetry | posted in Faith, Life, Love, Pain, Poetry
i
My sorrow surrounds me today
It is not a garment I wear
but a thing that sticks to me
Weep I do to one day leave it
ii
No, i do not dwell in sorrow
dear, i grab life and love
each time it my way passes
but my fingers are tired
iii
it is not a thing of flesh
but more-so a breath of air
and her scent is nature
to me she is Mother Nature
iv
What poem could i share
mere words of love and joy
but these are of fire-pain
run far-hide from my stanzas
v
but if the seven wonders come
and you should match them all
and if blood and fear is no thing
then my heart is yours forever
vi
a whisper escapes my spirit
my soul could not dare say
but i believe in you much so
it’s not of pain and fear
:: 03-21-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #poem, #poetry, #suffering, #writers, #writing #pain | posted in Beauty, Faith, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
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