TheRobocrat

The first time we connected Everything went silent The banging in my head shut off The demons took their rest I no longer had fear I was no longer anxious Like a great sea had come over me Sweeping calm, vibrant waves Yet I turned away at first Not wanting to fret Abuse and anger I have always met But she turned my head back Stared deep Into my troubled soul With those big, blue eyes From which the universe holds For the first time in my life I found steady ground A bridge that would not burn down A river I could cross The door to my troubled mind I unlocked She was the key keeper She saw it was ugly And loved it anyway The lantern was sho

Isn't it the irony Of one who speaks highly Be plagued with such low tendency? Yes, my life truly is a bane Filled with endless upon endless shame My mind is a fickle thing One that will never cease To take what was once good And crumple it up forever I'm too afraid to admit But I am broken inside Years I've staved the doctors away Resented the pills Loathed the therapists Combatted the institution But it seems in my efforts To keep myself I end up no good And back to the start I didn't want to admit I'm not well My mental capacity is not of par To think that my mind would not lead me astray Was my final and fatal mistake I just wanted to

Why does God torment me? Is this some sort of plan? I see her face when I'm dreaming. Every night, she is there. I curse myself a thousand times She forgives me a thousand times Seems everything will be alright Then I wake up, and curse myself A thousand times more, Again and again. The bitter regret. And utter sorrow. I let out an anguished scream As I thrash at my throbbing head And clutch my broken, sad heart. Why must I be a malediction. I pound the ground with my fists Again and again. And again. Till they are sore, bruised, and bleeding My mind caves in on itself Shouting in my head Deafening "You deserve this" It says "And I will mak

Let me tell you of an artist who, Is never short of good purview. Ongaku Ju, the Mischievous Harpy, Good with paper, pen, or a sharpy. She can make a portrait like you wouldn't believe, There is no style she cannot achieve. It would seem sleep is the only strife, To keep this artist from drawing for life! Red, green, yellow, blue, There is no color she dare not do. Purple here, orange there. Colors, colors everywhere. Strokes all across the page, Nothing impossible for this sage. A smiling girl or a samurai, A bird flying across the sky The glint of a sword, Winds across the fjord. the day shine bright, The mysterious night. You nev

My mind is a boiling pot Within it a stew of psychedelic torture The thoughts of tradegy and despair Meld through my mind so sweet beauty The sick and the twisted Blend with all that is good As the sweet and simple appear Mary Bell flashes before my eyes Amityville pounds at my skull, Jones echoes within my head The light come through Only to be cornered by the temple As I try to think of what is to come Applewhite clouds my judgment Not a jewled throne that awaits for me But instead the judas cradle To not sit upon an ivory tower But crumbled atop the breaking wheel I push these thought away But I find myself obsessed My brain dr

Dear Lydia, Such a kind soul. Here eyes like the moon, Shimmering,big and bright. Her hair falls down in a neat way, Even if she does not believe it to be so. here smile, big and wide May she never hide it away. Her voice, soft and gentle, Like a sweet melody. And her laugh, oh her laugh, Warm and delightful as can be. When my mind is troubled, She is a friendly voice from out of the dark. When I'm in need of direction, She is the first to offer guidance. When I am lost and alone, She is the one next to me. Such generosity and kindness, But something puzzles me. How could such a one, Be as hard on oneself such as her. Quick to lift

The same predicament happens, the same thing over and over again. My life is love of the purest, my sincerity; sublime. A friend to all, a lover to one. Lay your burdens upon my shoulders, I will share your problems with you. To my friends, I always show kindness, A friendly hand among the turmoil. No one to face their demons alone, my ultimate mission in life. This generosity I have always offered, to all it is welcome. But the predicament I speak of, is something I cannot escape. As my hand falters, I reach out for help. I am met with bitterness, my hand slapped away. My face spat in, my feet out from under me. My problems, to w

In beauty and grace Blossomed from times of struggle The storm passes by The sun rises up Above the castle Ako Over the Tenshu Approaching with haste The mighty castles great gate Samurai guard well Sun shimmers white The big marble walls stand tall Protection within The gate opens up Slowly with great noise and strife It groans with great age I ascend the ramp The cobble cracks beneath me The path of great stone The wind blows by me Rustles the grass and the flag I take in the sight Thus now I bow down Before the mighty daimyo A powerful one

There are two sides of me within, An internal struggle out of control. To know which will consume me, Which one will be who I am. The first one reaches out to me, Wipes my tears away and tells me to be ok. To do what is right, to do what is fair, That life is a beautiful gift, not to be taken for granted. One to pick me up off the ground, Brush away the dirt and stains. Embrace me with love, Kindness above all else. A sweet lullaby in my head, A simple song to my mind. It fills me with an everlasting calmness, It fills me with glee. Honesty, above all, it bestows upon me, To know the truth is the only answer. But the second one, reac

I have never been very good with expressing my feelings, It's something I have always struggled with through my past dealings. And I know to hide behind this fact is not always fair, But I don't want you to think I never care. However for me to express my sincere honesty, I can do it the best through my own poetry. I had a friend, she was nice as can be, Did everything together, our friendship ran free. We played all the games, we chatted for hours, Nothing we couldn't do, the world was ours. She accepted me for who I was, No need to ask, didn't matter the because. Willing to give a raven for a dove, Soon it unfortunately beca