(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 02-03-2014 ::
THE deep I need
a source in life
the well I draw
to quench my words
If it dries
my life will wither
and my spirit to dust
will crumble
:: 01-25-2014 ::
How is now living today
within the noose of life
Considering lesser things
would brighten one’s day
FAN-
TI-
SIES
DE-
VOUR
UN-
PLEASANTRIES
Sleep catches the hook
upon which dreams rest
Piercing the back of skin
I dangle in twisting bliss
AN-
GUISH
NEEDS
NO-
THNG
TO EX-
IST
You make this all go away
When your kiss touches my fire
Upon my knees broken glass bleeds
A fine line between pain and pleasure
SA-
DISTIC
NEEDS
BEGGING
PLEA-
SANTRIES
But for now the hiss of eternal night
embraces the fears of my broken soul
Where no man’s land presses my mind
Against a rock and your cold wet skin
LO-
SEN
THE
ROPE
LETTING
ME FALL
::::
WE met at the local coffee shop
I told you the romance was over
You choked at first then cried
You said you have already left me
I walked away and did not look back
You were crying and so very alone
On my way home I saw a wreck —
“No survivors” the police said
Then I recognized the car —
and realized your words
Within the carnage of twisted metal
there you were
and had been dead for hours…
:: 11-10-2013 ::
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