E.P. Robles | Poetry

yesterday i had a feeling so real
oh so me-oH! I FELT you should
rescue me cause i’m just a lost
soul in the ocean of life
AND years have pasted and so i lost
any feeling of survival : together,
love mends lives or breaks hearts
and i saw the shark of your heart
swimming my waters…yeah
so i sent a message in a bottle
pleading death ??????
And this morning was beautiful
like pinks and reds and a breeze
and AN OCEAN LINER with a line
saying, “we saw a heart sinking
toward the depths of despair!”
and i keep the meaning of you
inside the skeleton closet of
survivors who should never despair
and i loved you — once!

:: 0711-2015 ::

oh, so lonely are the stop lights
like life we try to hide that keeps
us running hard
well, yes it’s a memory that keeps
hanging upon the apron strings of
souls who serve love upon a plate
of porcelain-hearts
Still, tears that shaped my heart
and somewhere broken dreams ;
willows weeping i catch their
tears in a cup of all my own heart
and i hear her voice in the night
and she hears my verse – i spend
eternally where we left off: i’m
tears she caught from me and what
she used to be and we’re forever
young: the kiss of a wish i wish
i could forget and the night has
it’s own voice /\/\/\
i wish i could never hear

:: 07-11-2015 ::

“i feel pretty good”
says the puppet
with your fingers
inside my guts
the finger prints
touching my vulva
and i hate
how your third
finger never reaches
my heart!

:: FUCK YOU ::