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These Words Aren't Weapons

Robert Jepson, 25, UK. Unpretentious Poetry.

Trapped like sardines
in cars, buses and trains
they’ve become drones
that don’t need their brains.
The brain no longer
controls the arms and knees
the legs and hips
of these worker bees.

Instead their movements
are just muscle memories.

Pulling them foward
pushing them onward
from home to work
from work to home.
Packed like sardines
but feeling alone.

I could say that this city dying
but it’s already dead
people know the right choices
but choose the wrong ones instead.

I hit the floor
my ribs break
I spit out blood
my diaphragm aches
but this a pain
I deserve to take.
She was perfect
a work of art
but then I went
and broke her heart

They say that the young people
are still angry about things
but behind the anger
politicians pull the strings.

Can’t take a rest
can’t catch my breathe
can’t fix this heart
beneathe my breast.

..trapped by apathy
raised by ignorance..

She said I was like the thunderstorm
the one that follows a heatwave
going from extreme to extreme
like volcano and typhoon
working as a team.

Wasted Water

26. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

Wasted Water

26. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

Second Best Ex - Remastered

24. July 2014

In the town that I live, there’s a bed shop
right next door to a funeral parlour.
What I wouldn’t give
to see the bed shop re-branded ”Laid To Rest”
then the funeral parlour could quote Shakespeare
and be called “Second Best Bed”
See a good nights rest, is best
appreciated by those of us who can wake up.
I don’t think that the owners
of the flowers shop would mind,
business has been booming
since they moved two doors down.
I guess since I left
my dark sense of humour returned
but, I do think of that combination alot
death and beds.
I think it’s from all those times
that I laid next to you in bed
trying to deny, that I felt dead.
I guess I should of slept in a coffin
because being with you was killing me.
I was living in a nightmare
until I woke up to who you were.

I would of caught the sun for her
if it hadn’t got in my eyes
I’d still be stood beside her
if it wasn’t for her lies.

Friends Are Enemies

24. July 2014

I’m pretty sure 
you won’t forget me
because sure as hell
you never got me.
Will you forgive me?
What does it matter now?
Are you still wearing
that furrowed brow?
Still listening to whispers
from forked tongued snakes.
You called them friends,
I called them fakes.
See I didn’t quite fit in
with their little group
not shallow enough
to fit with their little troupe. 
So they succeeded,
in driving a wedge
they drove us to the cliff,
and pushed me off the edge.

Wasted Water

23. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

Wasted Water

23. July 2014

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

There’s still summer tears to cry
another heartbreak in the heat wave.
We can’t stay still in the summer light
and in the warmth of summer nights,
we grow apart.
We’re two flowers searching for the sun
maybe each of us,
just looking for summer fun,
someone to dance with
in the rays
and to waste the days.
We fell so deeply
and love so sweetly
but we also learn,
in the sunshine
we can also burn.