Robert Preston.

The Great Escape

Robert Preston — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 07:03:17 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:42:25 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:11:18 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 04:23:16 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:44:45 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 23:55:05 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 06:01:40 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:17:09 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:16:48 +0000

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

Robert Preston — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:16:30 +0000

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.