|Howdy, I'm robby The Stranger• 20• write poems and things• Live in California• - - I hate the beach - - Love everyone I'm worried•_•|
Don't have a favorite color, I pretty much enjoy most if not all colors the same, please enjoy!
(Had to section it out a little differently then I planned, due to this back ground being too perfect to pass.)
Seeking the kaleidoscope viewer over the soul, searching through.
Find strikes of pain,
Seeping colors of mercy, bleeding a graceful rage, covering canvas page by page in the most intimate of ways.
I find beauty in collision, passion in the midst of the troubling waves of the blue hues, persistence deeper than loves eyes, Of soft blue secrecies of insecure securities.
Between my palms of refuge,I harbor holes of fresh wounded pink, whic...
Satchel full of paint cans, bags neath my eyes
A different life - rTS
I keep a distance from the lane that most people drive
I'm a separation, a divide, a walking stranger in a land of many oddities, I stay ready with the adrenaline and secrets I've kept
I know plenty of secrets and heard many things wandering by, still I refrain from entertaining the thoughts of many
Screening my View of clarity, not that it's the right way, or best
Still I don't pretend, I fear nothing in my path, for my feet are kept
Woken by the thoughts of His presence
I fear not walking in solitude
Time is what I fear, I have not the right idea of
So I ask for the wisdom
And persist in the favor
When it's d...
I'm late by one day.. And literally just realized it's Friday.. Oh well.
" I will never deny the name of my savior"
Because He's opened My eyes, while opening His arms relentlessly. No matter what I do, I will forever be worthy of His Fathers love, my Fathers love, because He died for my sins.
Unworthy, now worth it. Praise up to the one and only God.
Broken, but we have unity.
I guess this is how I see the lettrs community, not that we are hopeless, but the fact we are here and growing and expressing with, to, and for each other, we have togetherness, a unity.
Thank you pooja for the prompt.
I'm really proud of this one, I gave it a lot of thought, and worked on for atleast 2 hours lol.. I hope you enjoy it, it was fun to make.
Be woke. (Restless slumber) -rTS
I believe in good before evil,
but I'm aware of the depths of the darkness,
so when I say I know there is hearts out there with passion living in the dark crypts,
passing the spirit of man, to puffs passed,
bottles surround the floors just like the surround sound,
parties are popping off,
another distraction is coming up,
And I'm here to remind you...
your missing your time to,
come down from them smoke trees,
Your pissing in the hand from them smoke trees..
Your head is leaning like a clown in them...
So it could be a story, short long, poem, short, long, however you prefer portraying the moment, either of a real moment or a fiction, I want to see wether dark or light prevails in the minds of our community, will we tell tales of darkness which exceeds the light of good, or a tale of righteous choices, accomplishments, however small or big.
"Think of earth, think of faces, places, moods, when that dude 6 foot 4 stole that purse from that 4 foot 2 oriental lady on the corner of the street, and you just stood there trying process things not fast enough to react as she screams in the struggle .. She was crying and the tears streamed her face as she fell to the ...
Free hand -rTS
Sarcastic spastic, random as a coin flip, head in the sands while time is wasted thoughtless, let's get a head count, zero ..
Gradually factored into the end of the line, tails is where I'm placed, bronze is my face, color of my skin, but I'm just a statistic.. A color to the masses, my choices are empty and aimless, my breath is used to spew hatred.. Because I'm hungry and angry.. They tried.
But I came up, I've been looked down on for laying down too long, and my people are still ignorant.. But I'll be moving ships by the drastic change in the weather, prepare your nets on the other side, shed the love spread the light.. Here comes the come up, don't ever mistake wisdom i...
Hey there lettrs community
I've noticed a pattern.. Amongst the time I've been using this app.. And that pattern is every time I post a lettr, more so actual content, rather then just a complaint or rant, I will get any where from 1 to 8 likes or hearts, and near a thousand fridge views lol.. I guess what I'm trying to say is.. If your gonna view it.. At least critique my writing, be harsh be humble, idc.. It's better then viewing my work and pissing off and leaving me wondering how I could of done it better, or even just telling me what your favorite line or part was, I do this for anyone I view.. I tell them if I liked the mood, the flow, which line, or what could be.. Ok not so much the "...
Baffled - rTS (a free hand)
Words so painful.. You can hardly breath, being you is not harder then me.. Tender little words that hurt with no sting.. Burn wounds like the sun bent down and kissed me..
Hardly ever is it harder to pretend I'm fine, solely divided by the undertone depressed vibes, cursed with paradise
Wizards of the unknown, snakes of halos,
light like darkness,
it burns just like it should..
Seems like it sounds good, blink once and your baffled and fooled, folly of the fragrance, together with the emptiness, hopefully fulfilled words, emptier then the paint cans of mayhem makers,
Startled by the glowing eyes growls disguised pretty lights in the bushes creep me with th...
My naked soul, clothed again, hate to love , backwards head on again, teach me what it means to be an upright man bought with the price he knows his own value.. Toss me a couple dimes I'll entertain you for the most part, dirty bum slave with no respect, self respect or time nor mirror to reflect.. Time is money and I'm dying for it...
Time is evil one man said, time is what you make it, what you give and take from it, so what you plant is what you get from this..
My naked soul..clothed again..
Lovely bones... They hate me.. They love to... Shake me, they want to... Entangle and rearrange me ..
I'm unwinding and this road got my feet twisted.. In walking towards the doo...
Coloring outside the lines -rTS
It's my name that is a inconvenience ..
To speak it is just a waste,
So keep my fucking grey name from your lips, I'll be happiest pursuing my own day dreams, if I lived by the ocean I'd contemplate suicide daily...
Staring out into its depth and stretch as my arms can't hold it, hell..
I can't swim, maybe that's why I hate the sea, whatever it may be, I still find some sort of peace searching out into the deep blue scene, with sea blue jeans inspired by lee, while I listen with my earbuds in like a pretentious teen,
to the old school blues tunes, making new songs in my head that would be labeled "indie" what ever the fuck that means, I just can't stand "t...
Head between the rocks, and the mountains keep me coped, danger in the thrills gotta stay up .. Don't get tangled in the ropes, 3 more rounds so keep me persistent.. My feet are firm but my body is weakened, need s brighter view so I can arrive,,tell me where to move, through this roller coaster to survive.. Ocean all around surrounded by the inevitable, yet in standing above the tide with the intense emotion.. "What's next" is in my breath loaded in my breath, but I keep hearing stay strapped with through in the best.. Be prepared before the sinking.. Stay up .. Don't fall with the sway.. Thoughts are only fleeting.
They all have faces.. Telling me how they want to be human... The ceiling the fire place, the wood bark... They preaching how they will one day become faced with.. The same day to day we live to face.. They're tired of being unspoken.. The floor spaces to the floor boards, the door knobs to the wooden doors.. The mirrors are the worst.. They plot to take over the reflections they see, persuasion they teach.. they eat.. Off your thoughts and insecurities and memories.. Playing back the good the bad and wished away forgotten things, they love to speak... All these faceless things.. If you look hard enough you'll see.. They're not breathing .. There is no energy or brain sendin...
It's a currency, and lately I've been spending mine counting all my worries.. Age, how I've been wasting it on useless shit...
I want to get back into school rather then spending my time on minimum pay day jobs that only pay the bills barely..
Saving for a car lately.. Well it's always been lately.. Wondering when I can stop the chase see.. I think I got a lot of potential .. Not to think counter humbly,
just saying I could do better with my own shit.. Chasing the paper wishing it would chase me, only exist as a day dream..
Love hating the mirrors reflection .. Every time I look, I see a sweaty spent man, bending over on someone's knee.. Damn I wish I had the effort an...
People who write like this: #dontBeVague
"She was tender.
Her touch. " .. The fuck is this?? Well that's all they wrote.. Super compelling.. I almost damn near cried. The devil was in them details.
I feel they're afraid to express they're whole thoughts and opinion in written form.. That is most scary.. Because you can't even find comfort to be yourself with no one around.
(I don't know if that is a style of writing, it's just something that pisses me off.. I don't know if they're trying to be deep? Or shallow by pretending to mean anything by a few words.)
Pen to paper.. Unfolding the journey, which never begun, this is the story of a chemists in his mystery, and loneliness ...
Rodger hates, 37 year old scientist and chemist.. I've been living in Iceland for around 9 years now.. After I finished my studies at university, I just couldn't wait any longer to start my own research facility, all this was practically given to me.. All I have to do is "this" ..what I was meant to do here.. For as long as it takes..
I'm still unsure if I love or loathe these times... I'm surrounded by walls and books and nothing else..
I guess there is a reason I'm all alone here.. Because you'd have to be some type of mad, to live like this for how ever long.
I opened up my arms wide.. Why?
Too be stabbed in the chest with a already bloody knife..
You contemplated leaving us .. You thought hard, and figured you couldn't fucking quit being a bitch.. so you left.. I remember my latest thoughts of you, staring out the back door looking up at the sky, searching for passing by planes...
You left.. And knew you couldn't come back again...
Either way.. You didn't even call.. 17 years and not one fucking happy birthday,merry Christmas .. Not one fucking present.. But really all I wanted was your presence and your warm embrace..
Still you were just a stale figment an outline.. Mother fucker all i know is you weren't there fo...
Blood poem- rTS
I learned to work even when I'm exhausted..
And I blame it all on the dangle of a dollar.. Like bait on a hook
I'm on the line... Pull my body up to the tide..
Fuckin sick of this bullshit .. And if you have any questions? I'll answer I'm fine.
Throw me out like a used bag from the groceries..
I'm sick and done with the old me... Yeah..
I fire my flesh.. Arsonist
Artistic finesse, painting the flames and burning of flesh..
I don't know why my mind is set,
on self harm ..waiting in a waiting room.. with no sense of pleasure for ringing the alarm..
I burn the rope I'm hanging from.. Just to torture myself some more... I gotta murder this flesh yeah.. Murder me..
I'm so fucking high up..
I don't want to be put down...
From an early age I was grown bold treated as a man, rather then sipping juice from my sippy cup
They burden me with an ammunition clip at the bottom of my sippy cup.. Treated as a boy with no childhood
I'm a man in there eyes..
Fucked up.. We gotta fight to survive..
Smoke and drink
High and faded..
Fuck the new world and fuck the hatred..
Cause I'm just a statistic and a news story added to your Facebook feed..
Shoving sympathy down the throat of a lost family.. Cause it was such a tragedy.. But no one..
Would have done shit to change the carefully fucked up situation I was placed in.. Born and raised in.. The future looked clos...
Ohh so quick.-rTS
Oh so quickly.. Oh so quick..
That boy is blowing in the winding city..
While walking the tight wire, high as the sky scrapers He's walking a tight and narrow one...
Oh so quickly oh so quick that boy could plummet to his crooked victory...
Oh so wired.. With wit and vigor that boy looks strange but with just thoughts set deep in his eyes of brown onyx .. He finds new meaning in the conversation of small talk.. And resistance in the shadow of his thought.
Note to self - rTS
This is a message to my future self, you've wasted quite a bit of time doing stupid shit, pretty meaningless, why can't you do shit that matters when it counts? Your probably still sleeping till noon... Watching netflix and YouTube, entertained solo, up the wazoo...
Well It's just "past you" reminding you that it's all bullshit and you indulge in it too much, go do something that you care about and that will be great.. Go do, make, create, just go, no more day dreaming or wondering when shit will happen when you aren't making it happen for "you".
your to do list:
Destroy practical ways that you invest time into procrastinating, (cancel Netflix, game memberships).
She - rTS
Her face looks so lonely and her eyes scream of rejection ...
Every picture she's ever been in shows she's depressing the photographer, since the filter was sepia and black and grey, this chick isn't about the bullshit...
Yet her words are lines of lies, with empty joy bursting forth from inside... Sarcastic pessimistic pleas...
She vomits up razor blades and rainbow covered thunder clouds, her eyelids say "help" on the left and "Fuck" on the other, she can't be bothered with what's fucking most important from this life...
So she tries...
to pretend to care about cute things and sheds fake tears when cute things die, like the family cat..
She couldn't of cared less tho.. Cause s...
My app is very glitchy lately... This sucks.
My notification tab won't load correctly, and if does it loads stuff from like a week or 2 ago and nothing sooner. Weird.
Earth day- rTS
Your hills so green and grassy glows
Tinting the meadows and cooling the rage of Giants with your patient breeze...
Your spring flowers sprung and wave softly to the beat....
Hippies dancing neath the willow tree...
Dancing so gay, as I'm chopping it down...
Fuck this I got my twelve gauge out.. Shot the tree down and to those who tried to escape I chopped they're legs off shoved em in they're throats... Shot they're hippy friends, and they're hippy kids... Put my middle finger forward and said Eat a dick you fucking tree worshipping faggots...
Dug holes all day and night to fuck the earth with dead hippie bodies...
Give what the earth gave, shit. So fuck you ..
I'm gonna di...
Art, fart, ... Blurt hurt, single wrinkle in the center of my shirt..
Ok I'm ready.
Crease increasing blurred and slurring drunks and drunkards slowly slurping ...
Ok I'm ready now... Go.
share your penny with the fucking room, spend a little more of your paycheck on this doom.. Fuck your sin with the witches broom, hocus pocus and locust too... Plagues of joy and angry rage, spelling bee King, with teeth for eyes, lovely birds and cages too consume, my heart is open and empty like you...
Fucking fucked in the eyes cause I had lips for eye lids too...
Where must we go and how much must we pay for a magic broom? Taking advice from strangers and rebellions tune...
Fuck me sof...
It's too late - rTS
Nothing but messed up shit to state...
A gathering of mental shit in weight
Held behind my teeth, formed in my brain, it's mental rape..
Compiled in thoughts and loaded in my glock.. Shot from
A tongue dipped in brass..
Blow tunes from holes which oxygen shall pass.. Blow dicks like a bitch sucking with only gums
Tunnels of echoing language, loud, demanding noises, silence is seperated by rooms notes and tunes
To who the silence belongs too nobody knew, from the fiddlers pit of conscious fruit
A gentle word and heart to portray and entrust in you...
Never to say fuck you.. Like I always do. So fuck you, and thanks for listening to obscene shit,
Atone - rTS
It's 2 am, and I'm so close to the cul de sac colonies
And lies scent the air
Like a plague scents the graves of those without a blood red door post...
these remains lay deep between here and there
Choking on air like poison and hell like fire ..
There's no rest..
In this darkened place
I've been placed
In a purgatory a sleep without dreams
A seamless rag
With no one and where nowhere is located
Only I and I alone is lead to believe
In this place.
My knees were unused as my prayers,
I let faith wither where my family planted the seeds and every imaginations besides yours resides here..
And I have fell deeply and madly in love with these illusions ...
Choices - rTS
Nothing felt right..
Not even being with you..
Back then everything felt wrong,
no matter if we were right...
I didn't even understand what wrong was.. I just knew.
Back then I was told what to do...
Like religion.. Felt right, like abstinence fell right through my fingers and now I'm groping my sins like there's no meaning to danger...
If only I knew that drugs felt the same way as lying, and lying felt like sex, and sex felt like being intoxicated..
I'd probably save my breath and my time...
Back then it was best to say this time is best spent here.. Knelt here... Bent over like I've done all things wrong.. But I was innocent.. And wrong in all the sa...
"Bullshit and banter"- rTS
Yeah, well lately.. These heart problems have been a burden too harsh for my spine..
Laying down like the dead..
Wishing I wasn't fucking breathing any longer, all I have to say is I'm sorry..
I'm bitter at myself after years of regret from a single moment, memories in a moment..
Shit that carry on forever..
Step with caution in you're mind...
Don't let the beast wear you're fucking skin...
I traded in diamonds for penny's
Gave a crown of light for a crown of Stoney knives...
A vice of perpetual fixation, rolled in a sugar coat of dictation...
This shit rules my mind and locked my heart up..
But apparently this cement thorn...