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Robert J. W.

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Poet, writer, artist, mental health warrior/advocate

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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.

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

03.03.2026 16:56 β€” πŸ‘ 12    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

03.03.2026 12:37 β€” πŸ‘ 29    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Truth!

03.03.2026 12:06 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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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 πŸ‘οΈ

03.03.2026 11:28 β€” πŸ‘ 23    πŸ” 6    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0

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

03.03.2026 11:32 β€” πŸ‘ 17    πŸ” 5    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

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

03.03.2026 11:48 β€” πŸ‘ 13    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

02.03.2026 13:26 β€” πŸ‘ 13    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Yes!

02.03.2026 12:21 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

#Splendor

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

still

you continue

#vss365

02.03.2026 11:38 β€” πŸ‘ 27    πŸ” 9    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0

Really good!

02.03.2026 12:21 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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

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

02.03.2026 12:07 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

01.03.2026 16:25 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you. I'm trying lol

01.03.2026 15:36 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

01.03.2026 14:07 β€” πŸ‘ 23    πŸ” 5    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

28.02.2026 15:32 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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 Ε›Ε«nyatā
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.

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 Ε›Ε«nyatā 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

28.02.2026 12:27 β€” πŸ‘ 13    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

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

27.02.2026 21:43 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

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

27.02.2026 16:35 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

27.02.2026 14:16 β€” πŸ‘ 18    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I'm sorry 😞

27.02.2026 03:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

26.02.2026 14:23 β€” πŸ‘ 24    πŸ” 7    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

25.02.2026 14:17 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

morning
released
a pulled yellow thread

#dailyhaikuprompt yellow

25.02.2026 13:46 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I'll never stop writing! Thank you for reading

24.02.2026 19:51 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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.

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

24.02.2026 14:09 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

My pleasure. Glad it resonated!

24.02.2026 13:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

23.02.2026 23:14 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I'm okay today thank you. But I appreciate that and will keep it in mind!

23.02.2026 15:08 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Ain't that the frigging truth?

23.02.2026 15:08 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
THIS MIND IS A BROKEN HOME

My depression and anxiety
abuse one another in the kitchen

as I hide in my bedroom,
writing love letters on the walls
to those that the three of us
knowingly pushed away.

This life sometimes
feels like a slope,

not a spectrum.
I sleepwalk to my window
and dream questions
about how others thrive

while a million stressors
condense into a needle point
and scratch my hemophiliac soul.

With paper cuts, 
I chip at these walls
that have sheltered me
since I was force fed funerals

and I hope when I am exposed
to the fallout
of age,

I am finally seen

by me.

THIS MIND IS A BROKEN HOME My depression and anxiety abuse one another in the kitchen as I hide in my bedroom, writing love letters on the walls to those that the three of us knowingly pushed away. This life sometimes feels like a slope, not a spectrum. I sleepwalk to my window and dream questions about how others thrive while a million stressors condense into a needle point and scratch my hemophiliac soul. With paper cuts, I chip at these walls that have sheltered me since I was force fed funerals and I hope when I am exposed to the fallout of age, I am finally seen by me.

I had a pretty nasty depression\anxiety episode yesterday. I dealt with it but it still sucked. Part of this was written yesterday while I was going through it and the rest was written this morning.

#vss365 #knowingly #emoetry #seen #poetry

23.02.2026 14:55 β€” πŸ‘ 55    πŸ” 12    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 0