Robert J. W.

Thank you so much!

SPECTRUM OF COMPASSION I clutch the spectrum of compassion like jewelry in a botched heist. Masters and faux gods will try to impose the weight of every shade of blue onto heavy eyes in an attempt to flood quivering streets with cortisol tears. There is no victory and there is no loss; there is only one foot forward and the impact of a smile that we can find in the glitches.

I'm trying my best to be the most compassionate person I can be!

#vss365 #jewelry #emoetry #heavy #poetry

thoughts on where poems come from:
from a space the electrons ain't but are
dust kept jewelry jars
just how far do words travel to become
light tripping a fantastic sugar to rum
and if there be source origin, a shadow-womb sacred
are then poems and their might
sin fed by such hearths
#vss365

Deadline March 20

ROUGH MORNING Every drop of uninvited rain falls into a flood in which I fish for sunshine. Pebbles become rogue planets that pull me in like the acid that masticates my esophagus. Better days are hiding from the saliva in glass and on paper and I'm clawing because sometimes I don't have a choice.

Having a rough morning so I decided to write it out.

#poetry

You’re so strong,
you laugh
through your trauma,
you sex your
pain aside,
covering bruises
with men,
patching the holes
with thin platitudes;

they never
want this poet
just her words,
never want her wholesale,
just her curves;

You’re so strong,
yes, on my own

#poetry

I adore this!

#Magnanimous

we are always
in dialogue

with six year old
versions

the stern
hides the sullen

the angry
guards the frightened

so when people ask
why I'm kind

I wink

and stick out my tongue

#vss365

Just once
choose to be #magnanimous
and praise your enemy
when they get it right

Perhaps these seeds of positivity
could blossom
into a mutually fruitful relationship

Change the poisonous narrative
and come to grips
with the uplifting concept
that's it's OK
to think differently

#vss365 #poetry

My pleasure! Thank you for reading!

*move on

Stupid typos

Thank you!

POEM OF JOY No more carbon steel skies, no more eyeless disgust. My wrists are cleansed of my own weight. I see a single blessing as a bountiful purpose, one that keeps my feet planted on this shy world. There are terrible stimuli that grovel for my focus; I acknowledge them and either fix them or more on without feeding them a single crumb of my teething soul.

Possibly the most uplifting thing I've ever written!

#vss365 #poetry #hope

Bountiful your graveyard.

Here lies empathy:
She succumbed to greed.

Here lies a child’s hope:
She succumbed to cruelty.

Here lies the secrets of criminals:
She succumbed to the distraction of imminent danger and poverty.

Here lies honour:
She succumbed to fear.

#vss365

A library visit provided
A #bountiful supply of data
To feed into an organic thought
Machine full of watery fantasies

#vss365

Thank you!

Indeed! Thank you for reading!

Thank you!

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