that robyn girl

the spasmodical haiku: when you like to write, but have the attention span of a gnat.
real life stained by dreams
i kept all that i gave us
ended with a blonde.
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the big was a lie
strong enough to catch myself
when you are first gone
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most men are happy
with someone who's good. enough.
i have not met him.
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bent-legged & carried
ramble on through chilled sunshine
someone else's song
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skin stands attentive
the fullness makes breathing hard
when you let me dream
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profaned like cat tails
open wounds cleanse current ones
perfect symmetry
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ashamed with nature
swollen madonna complex
a dry, missed calling
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murdered by aca
demia, creativi
ty dies with free time
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warmed over plot lines
desperate under the mundane
where there must be new
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stuck round on mirrors
remind me where my mind is
when there's nothing more
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noobs scour empty aisles
all axes flee the frenzy
mass plastic nightmare
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hearts as empty rooms
logic has no home in here
you are full of shit
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so... what just happened?
i think i'm going to throw up
guess i'm not worth it
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scarred for all to see
no context for self-esteem
still in the shadows
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skin wet with orchids
imbibing the hilo rain
waves crashing music
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an angry girl
with a touch of the irish flu
her skin's been removed
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yanked out strands of words
theses? barely coherent
why summer school, why?!
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still ninety at nine
playgrounds crazy with the heat
futile fans rattle
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braided in your sheets
like falling for the first time
on the third of june
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he cried when you left
i feared the damage would last
he forgot your name
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kicked out of routine
boys encourage bad habits
talks with absent ears
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... and a poem!
in my head, your words clash with reality and
clash with reality
as he lifts the sheets, breathing,
"oh good god"
taken up already in the wake of your
clashing
this silence is not your silence
this silence is glistened and stopped,
six years of play culminate:
an outstanding promise
fulfilled finally by walking over the stones
I've thrown at you.
inside out, I leave blood on the sheets
And
I only write when it's like this.
I'm listening to things that embarass me,
breathing at windows,
things in bags like
things i want to
forget.
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robyn --
[noun]:
A human transformer (Robot in disguise)
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