E.P. Robles | Poetry

I hate my mouth today
it’s Friday
hate how I feel
everyone’s a ghost
and i’m all with shadows
alone within walls
and everyone laughs
for a good night
and should i feel
When the sound
recedes like you too
a nasty thought opposite
from shame i say
when you leave my shadow
” it’s Jesus’ mother,
Mary! Mary! Mary!
yeah yeah yeah!”
I died before Him
I died before Him
and now I am all
I am and what I
am is all we are
all we are is what
I loved
all I loved
is what I am

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EMOTIONAL PROSTITUTE

i hate that i love you
my mouth confess
like land-locked clouds
some mist before eyes
retains confusion:
but do not let it cause
you distress
as i love you always
and again.
You are everything and
again wait here!
While i hope for your
smile — you’re so outside
the hopeless song and i’m
so tongue-tied, yet i loved
you dearly while i don’t
want to be with you;
the jealous and timid mind
knows:
So jealously and dreamy i
once loved my everything
within you so I pray God
grant another that loves you
so.

:: 10282015 ::

SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
AVOID!

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i do miss
the featured
creature.
a tickle-beak
upon the hand
as i feed her
my flying
dreams!

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