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robertjw4688 · 2 hours
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My wooden daydream
sprouts from
winter and
grows into spring.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 10 hours
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I have wasted
years swallowing
light whole when I
should have been
savoring the taste.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 10 hours
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Phobias
I stay hidden in the backgrounds of old Hanna Barbara cartoons a cycle on repeat until the next cell is used I hide, even when I'm supposed to belooking Crowds destroy me and become worse then prisons I used to be a social butterfly but now I'm nothing but a common moth
I live right before everyone's prying and greedy eyes Until the time comes for them to go blind I guess I'll always be the weirdo, the freak, the out cast That's fine, I'd rather be true to me then lie to you I'll be damned, it wasn't just a phase It was just a mental illness diagnosis and a few new phobias
I thought with the march of time we're supposed to grow wiser But I feel like I know less now then I did ten years ago Is that how the brain works? Running on nostalgia sold from the bed of a pickup truck outside of a Denny's. I can only be truly certain on one thing now
and that is that I know nothing but what I'm afraid of
So I'll stay hidden on the edges of linear notes I wrote Because I am afraid of everything that breathes
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robertjw4688 · 10 hours
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i glance in the pool of algae,
and i reflect back to me
an image like narcissus, but
who i see is murky green
with a darkness underneath
eyes— a violent sea—
not due to the sprigs and leaves
or all that dirt and all the bees
that have drowned in it like me—
in another life, another time—
but only because who i see
is not who i know myself to be,
suddenly awash with a horrid wish
to be nobody.
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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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Happy World Poetry Day!
A porch light humming
in spite of the
world's weeping; what
poetry means to me.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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Growth is not
a straight line
nor is it a
fault line.
Growth is
a semicolon
placed where an
ellipsis
once slept.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”
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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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Cimmerian Days
Steeped in hardship Joys are scattershot As ennui drifts inward Like a surging tempest Before faultless ruin
wpm
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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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Sometimes
I feel like a joke
But
It's ok
I never
take myself
too seriously
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robertjw4688 · 2 days
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Light-speed cycling
leaves osmium hearts
in its wake.
I pour
gasoline on the
sun and
pray against tomorrow.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 2 days
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There is a
scar that
lights my way.
Stumbling over
the bodies of
expired selves, I
drink home from
a plastic flask
and salivate
for the
bitter cure.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 2 days
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a fading summer sheds the moon in rivers of red,
thirsty wolves roam the rain kissed earth, 
embers dance the howling wind, 
life thrums with death, a lullaby of stars.
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robertjw4688 · 3 days
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Concentrate on
the milk of
another day, how
it tastes of
a finite cry and
an infinite dance
into the contented
sigh
of planets.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 3 days
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I bury myself in
the eye of a
goddess who
forgives
my name for the
empires it
once collapsed.
The smoke still
suffocates but
it's easier to breathe
with her
and the gasoline.
Robert J. W.
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robertjw4688 · 3 days
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i've found myself lost in the meaning
of being a 'kind person.'
everyone throws that term at me
like we're playing catch at the park.
with a smile, i look to be a positive force
for other people, healing the wounds in their heart.
i wish so badly to feel gratified for my actions,
even though there's no ulterior motives behind them.
for so many other people,
happiness appears to come naturally.
i envy them in a way words cannot express.
after all, it hurts so much -
no matter how much kindness i show
towards those i care for,
it might never be enough.
that same warm feeling
does not reflect itself
when i look in the mirror.
'self-disdain.'
d.b.a
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robertjw4688 · 3 days
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Rut stuck, my
Flypaper feet
The ripple of skin
Over awkward bones
The glistening morning
The punch of a prism
Promise myself
I'll do better
TV static that sparks
In my brain
The synapse is tinder
I am the flame
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robertjw4688 · 3 days
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I’m
I’m obsessive, I’m compulsive
I’m the disorder
I’m bipolar, I’m paranoid
I’m the psychosis
I’m schizophrenic, I’m delusional
I’m the hallucination
I’m depression, I’m postpartum
I’m the personality trait
I’m misconception, I’m misconstrued
I’m the stigma
I’m paraphrenia, I’m paraphernalia
I’m the substance-abuse
I’m diagnoses, I’m treatment
I’m the medication
I’m hope, I’m faith
I’m the cure
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