Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

Anxiety

I walk alone at night, with no one near
to calm my ever-rising agony,
to clasp my hand and whisper in my ear,
to softly take my dreams and set them free.
They say they understand, but no one knows
the panic that I feel when each breath comes,
the tightness in my chest that always grows
until I sink to earth, blind, deaf, and dumb.
I cry and cry, but tears remain unleashed.
I scream away the pain within my soul
afraid that it will stay and never cease,
unsatisfied until it takes its toll.
The monster in me scratches at my heart
and threatens, always, to tear me apart.

June 15, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , , | 2 Comments

Friday Favorite: WitWordThought

As I round out my first week’s blogging schedule, I’d like to introduce my first Friday Favorite blogger: Kaede from witwordthought.wordpress.com.  She writes movie and book reviews, fiction, and–my personal favorite–poetry.  Her poetry can be found here; I’d encourage everyone to check it out!  In case you want a sample, here is one of her poems entitled “The Wind:”

On top the wind, a soul appears
Its journey lengthy; the wind it blows
It sees the movement down below,
Chatter: the sound of life.
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In a melancholy state, the soul moves past
Too painful, the memory of what was.
The wind blows,
The traveler keeps its course.
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But whispers remain of that time,
Of that grass, of the crowd,
Of that pen in hand,
Of that day
————
The wind, this way it blows,
And as much as we would like it to subside, it doesn’t.
Those lustrous gusts from the west
Has our mind confused with dreams.
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And so the day goes, we go.
And so the wind blows, we go.

February 25, 2011 Posted by | favorites, guest posts | , , | Leave a comment

Never Again

You walked through the door
the same way you walked out of my life,
scattering dreams along the sides of the walls you built up against me.
You smiled with the innocence of one who knows everything
and laughed with the sting of a thousand arrows.
Even in death, thorns line your pallid face
with rows of masked cruelty,
reminding me of the rose they once permitted me to smell.
Your folded hands cover the chest that still heaves hatred at me,
even in its frozen state.
I try to imagine your soul watching me from the heavens,
but all I feel is fear.

February 22, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | Leave a comment

Depths of Dreams (a sonnet)

the words that spin across the universe

hurl through the dawn that minds alone can see

as worlds of thoughts condemn the lying curse

that aims to break the beauty that can be.

your eyes show depths that oceans cannot reach

behind which lie the dreams that none can find.

your smile shines beyond what suns can touch

and shows the worlds created in your mind.

our dreams push back the boundaries of life

until subconscious overtakes the real.

as we create, we fight away the strife

that sep’rates who we are from what we feel.

In days like these, where springtime never ends,

imagined worlds become our only friends.

February 11, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | Leave a comment

Hope

Despite the muddy swamp of doubt
that leaves no pathway clear,
Despite the swirling unvoiced thoughts
that harbor hidden fear,
My soul will stand where I can not
with strength that’s not my own.
Despite this world that drags me down,
I know I’m not alone.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | 1 Comment

Social Anxiety

I am alone in a sea of humanity
surrounded by the blistering cacophony of laughter
as my friends dance away their insecurities
which flit away to harass me.
i draw into myself as their surface joy pounds against my brain.
laughter. music. chatter.
happiness that only makes me unhappy.
i am drowning in my own bitterness,
screaming for help
crying for rescue
but only the laughter hears me.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , , | Leave a comment

Together

You and I are only a moment
Only a glitch of consciousness in time’s stream of perfection.
These stars—are they laughing at us?
These hills—are they crying for us?
Your hand in mine is warm and alive,
but in a closeness that will soon evaporate.
I have hope
for a time in which there is no time,
for an eternity in which there is no fear of eternity,
for a togetherness that will never end.
Sit with me now
and let’s cry to the stars
together.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | Leave a comment

I Remember

my memory used to be in black and white
before the sky regretted the intensity of the sun.
the good healed the bad,
imagination inspired like streetlights
and life seemed so simple.
snow spun like a tiny madman
i cried the day you carried my heartbeat away,
while the waves of pretend made the world something different.
today is a band-aid on my heart of yesterday.
my eyes can’t wait to dream the small experiences of tomorrow.
sleep can’t wait to forget what i love.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | Leave a comment

Am-ness

I Am an Am.
I Am a Was.
Will I ever be a Will?
Should I stay away from Should?
Can Could become an Is?
My Is-ness is a quality
my Was-ness wants to Be.
As I Is as much as is Is-able,
my Was-ness disappears.
And as my Will draws closer,
I Is throughout the years.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , | Leave a comment

Inside My Mind

a traffic jam of ideas, pushing for priority down the ill-paved streets of fantasy;
a whirlwind of colors, experimenting with shades of thought;
a secluded corner of quietness, where focus drifts in times of overwhelming stress;
a deep well of unexplored semi-sanity, rejected by all but the subconscious;
a sea of misplaced contexts, waiting for a home;
an expanding universe of understanding, gasping for breaths of wisdom;
a place that is mine and mine alone,
where every fireside armchair is tailored to the curves of my restless soul,
where the smell of fresh rainfall perfumes the air,
where hand-drawn family portraits adorn where walls are not,
where every favorite song creates its own universe more real than anything on earth.
this is no secret hideaway or private fortress.
this is me myself, in my broken quest for curiosity.

February 5, 2011 Posted by | poetry, writings | , , , | 1 Comment