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The Great Escape

February 11, 2008

A dream
Of hate
and a kiss?
From she who hates me?
Messages from my old loves?
A return of who was blocked.
What is going on?
A turn-around?
The 14th will reveal.

To Vicky

January 28, 2008

It’s the third time around.
Why is it so hard?
I need to see you.
Talk to you.
Love you.
The graph’s going lower and lower.
The solution’s becoming more and more perfect.

Replenish

January 18, 2008

What happened to us?
One day, epic lovers.
The next, friends removed.
I don’t know
What I’ve Done.
Why is it
That I
Always have to take two steps back?
I still need you.
Please.
Stand by me.

Lady Fish Face

January 17, 2008

The running ponies.
She dances from her soul.
Passion.
Fishy faces.
Shiny objects are the idols.
A plain sweater.
A little bit of love.
A little bit of Emma.

It’s the Return

January 17, 2008

 
The color’s fading.
The sound’s deafening.
The speech is disappearing.
The memory’s gone.
I’m back to square one.
Will I ever be happy again?
I’m betting on promises.
I’m down on my knees.
Be happy again.

Paint it Black

January 17, 2008

Black hearts.
Rain clouds.
It’s all coming back to me.
The normal is returning.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t break it.
This black heart can’t take another beat.

Our World

January 15, 2008

My world is colorless.
Color-blind.
Black and white.
My world is deaf.
Never hearing the happiness.
My world is a hell.
Never the good.
My world is dead.
Nothing lively.
Nothing amazing.
You are the color.
You are the sound.
You are the heaven.
The rainbow.
The life.
The excitement.
The only one.

The Gift

January 15, 2008

You are the rainbow in the rain.
The sun in the sky.
The smiling face.
The amazing grace.
The flowers.
The happiness.
The cheerfulness.
The frosting of the cake.
The peanut butter of the Reese’s.
The lover.
The beloved.
The life.
My life.

Myth

January 15, 2008

Love.
A questionable belief.
Is it true?
Have I been living a myth?
Broken hearts by myths?
Broken myth machines.
Broken brains.
Broken lives.

The New

January 15, 2008

Sweet dreams, my Alison.
Tomorrow’s a fresh start.
No suffering tomorrow.
Like mine will most likely be.
Appreciate.
Seize the day.
Live.
Laugh.
Love.
I know you’ll be loved.
Robbie.