Robert J. W.

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SLACKER HEROES We lapped the clouds into our bleeding mouths as we shriveled in the ray of youth to which we thought we wrote a neutral farewell. Meanwhile, below, where all the romantics and sociopaths looked one another in the eye in anxious lethargy and thought they were the same, there was an empty ribcage waiting for our return. Now our crowns are turning yellow and they are cracking in the caress of faint memories. Still, we put them away and wait in patience for the next round of slacker heroes to don the symbols and throw them away like we never had the guts to do.

I'm not entirely sure how to describe this one but enjoy!

#vss365 #lethargy #emoetry #empty #poetry

ANOTHER HOLLOW WAR They look down upon the world from satellites constructed of cotton and the corpses of civilizations. What do they see? Pennies to burgle instead of human life. Congressional cucks choose to cower in a bathtub filled with blank checks instead of standing up to their daddy president as he peddles them deceit like cracks of the whip. Let our rage come from hope, not anguish; our voices are serpents that slither under the casts of brittle men and hiss while dreaming of mice.

A rare political write. (I tend not to delve into this area much anymore because it's awful for my mental health.) Unlike most of my poems, I sat on this one for a few days because it's a delicate situation and I wanted to get it right. Also, fuck war!

#emoetry #deceit #poetry

DECLUTTERING HELL Butane hands dig through Hell, trying to discover affirmations. I'm cleansing myself of the brimstone that falls from the holes in my head. My strength is a heavy metal song; it screams over distortion and trudges through despite the critic that is the internal apparatus. Too long have I been blinded by the cataract of pessimism. There is sight in the soot and infinity gets more tangible by the day.

I've been trying to focus on the good things in my life (of which there are plenty) instead of dwelling on the bad. The latter has been destroying me.

#vss365 #cataract #poetry #mentalhealth #hope

Truth!

NEGATIVE LIGHT

When it comes to the news,
We’ve all got cataracts,
Cos every source has an agenda,
Clouding the truth with their own colours.
And if you can’t see that,
Then you’ve been blinded by the light
They shine into your face.

#vss365 #cataract 👁️

62.2

He looks for her
between words,
tracing each letter
with raw fingers,

like a lover
not quite blind,

damaged by
a cataract on
his heart.

#vss365 #poetry

Robbed of the clarity of voices
And taking the edges from smiles
The world around her was fading
As if backed under a waterfall
Glimpsing an endless peace to come

#cataract
#vss365

REFLECTIONS ON A MUTUALLY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Dejection stumbles into my lap. I can smell fallen empires on his breath as he cracks open my skull with grey teeth. I could ask him where he is from and what he wants but I'm screaming vanities into his mouth instead. One day, we will tire of these rendezvous and tuck one other into bed where his eyes can nail themselves shut to the world and my nerves can finally anesthetize without the lust for the boulder and the mountain needed to push it.

I think some of you can relate to this but I tend to have a toxic relationship with my mental illness.

#poetry

Yes!

#Splendor

in darkness
when all is lost
despair beckons
and you are awash
in slow, endless sinking

still

you continue

#vss365

Really good!

We stand in abuse of the #splendour of breath Inflating words to thumb press necks and choke the others Inhaling exhaling in squalarising gulps, Leaving nature to recoil in horror. What use these lungs that take the splendid air To blow fire in winds and children to graves? Cyranovg

#vss365 #splendour #splendor #poetry #poem #cyranovg

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Thank you. I'm trying lol

STUMBLING ALONG THE EDGE WITH A SUBTLE SMILE Siren chemicals could never sweeten my bitter ghost. Through the nausea, there is health. Through the exhaustion, there is hope. I was praising the smog that was rising from my timid brain because I was unable to see anything else. As my senses adjust to the naked world, I realize the oxidation was my own creation and now, the words on existence are read in a vibrant formality.

Yesterday, I cut out my last vice: caffeine. Over the past year, I've cut out my other vices as well. I'm hoping it improves my health (physically and mentally) in the long run!

#emoetry #bitter #vss365 #poetry #poetry

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PERHAPS I AM STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT... I'm facing the mechanical sky with chamomile in my bones and sulfur in my eyes. I've heard tell of a śūnyatā beyond the restraints of these signatures and satellites down to which we all bow. I'm building my home with hands that once traced contradictions onto straight dirt roads. The baptism that will cleanse me will be uncomfortable but I know when I am submerged in those playground scabs, the durability of scars will keep me alive despite the death threats I perceive through the static.

We are strong and we will get through the things that bring us down!

#emoetry #uncomfortable #poetry

My thoughts are concrete slabs
in a universe flooded
with the blood of silence.
This obsession
with the muskets
that aim at my inner child
will end me

if the light I'm ignoring
to give birth to vacuums

doesn't do it first.

#vss365 #obsession #poetry

Writing, heavy music, the comfort of loved ones, laughter, cute animals

KAFKA'S SOUR STOMACH The road to harmony is littered with potholes, created by blank men with their laughter at the sinew beneath their alligator boots. My jaded guts are gnawing on razor wire in an attempt to digest this life in its uranium fragments. I show my nausea at the scam of this "open" machine by rusting the cogs in my inkblot vomit at such a velocity that every star stitched on the heart of this nightmare will come undone and return to the night for an easier life.

I feel hopeless, dealing with bureaucracy on top of everything else I'm dealing with...

#vss365 #velocity #poetry

I'm sorry 😞

SPLIT IN TWO I am split in two. The other part of me is sulking in a burning trailer, trying to sleep away the flames. Meanwhile, I'm shivering in a downpour of stray planets, debating on if I should save me or let myself become the ash I've dreamed of since I learned about the machinations of subtraction. Which one of us is the hero? Which one of us has a dead empire in his heart? Are either of us God? We both withdraw into our own orbits but my hand has become unclean and his has saved us all from a promise muttered from a mute mouth.

I feel the trauma I've experienced has split me into two people: one who is pessimistic and believes the world will hurt me, and one who has hope for myself and the world.

#emoetry #withdraw #vss365 #orbit #poetry

VULNERABLE STEPS Snow and rain drench the concrete in musical stillness. I take vulnerable steps to a destination resembling a child's sketch of a circle as my love ropes through my arms. I've been searching for the absurd beneath these sidewalks and in the basements of people I'll never meet when I should be finding my own fingerprints mixed into the funeral urn that I keep next to my heart. Today, I choose to be naked despite the bundles over my flesh; I am stellar and a rebel against the drying of the stars.

A somewhat philosophical and uplifting piece for this snowy\rainy morning!

#emoetry #vulnerable #vss365 #stellar #poetry

morning
released
a pulled yellow thread

#dailyhaikuprompt yellow

I'll never stop writing! Thank you for reading

INFINITE SECOND CHANCE Today is a refusal of yesterday's melancholy and tomorrow's tension. Today is our infinite second chance. We evolve from sunrises to sick beds to a carousel spinning in the summer's breath, holding on to the soil beneath our eyelids all the way. Each of our breaths follows a leader of glass. They will either lead us home or to the classroom where an equation on the board is an answer, not a problem. Either way, we will be saved.

A complete 180 from yesterday's poem, as this may be one of the most uplifting and positive things I've written! I hope it helps you as much as it helped me to write!

#emoetry #tense #poetry #mentalhealth #recovery #hope

My pleasure. Glad it resonated!