Tag Archives: #hurt
THE last kiss felt like eternity
i caught myself and all the dreams
i think were real
and the heart tears
a hole in my soul
and i try to kill it
all away…
i saw the gods of love and hate
and tried to kill it all away…
what is life, a familiar pain?
what is love: a poem of death
its what i know
AND i almost had it all! Until
i let me down
__i made me hurt
and i see a river of little hearts
full of broken thoughts
and i remain eternally
loving what i broke
and i am what i know
all that i could become
just a thought thinking
i could have had it all
:: 07-21-2015 ::
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i would with older shoes walk wet streets and watch
mirrored water scattered-by what was my dreams
the taunting children of school screaming “you are
poor!” seeing holes within my pants/but my heart was
and ALWAYS new regardless of school’s seasons and some
-gentler kind HEARTED souls would befriend me }| in the
library always where I stayed at recess and after lunch
until the metal heart beating drill-drum thrumbed rapping
ringing bell rang:
“come! let us congregate
again and match brain-to-brain!”
i always won when they
picked upon my soul
always gentle to them
but the lesson was higher
than the chin upon where
they gripped the floor
life, that burning decision of purpose!
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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my closet is the closest thing
to my heart. i keep my soul
behind the door to my closet,
is all i ever knew and
safely tucked away behind
that door my heart;
near the shoes by the soul
below the pants and within
the corner of my weeping eyes
i hide my heart.
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart.
:: 02-16-2015 ::
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i cannot pull myself
together
u n t i l
i have complete ly
f a
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a p art
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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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 ::
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I CAN only live as what I am
even if it hurts you
So sad I am to know
if tears fall upon your face
I will taste them each day
and love life if only for you
I can only live in truth
and my faith believes in me
If it loves me it loves you
I live each day as my last
and I wish the same for you
living each day as my last day
And I hope some day
you willl join me
::01-07-2014::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 