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S.A. Roberts Poem
Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Very slowly make their way,
Walking in the sleep of dead.
Out the window they are led
By the shadows of the day.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Lingers by a fresh spun thread
Maybe they will stay away?
Walking in the sleep of dead.
Light a candle there instead
Stay awake and watch them play.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Hope, just give up every shred,
They won't care if you're okay,
Walking in the sleep of dead.
Don't let them fill you with dread,
Vices you can keep at bay.
Monsters hide beneath the bed
Walking in the sleep of dead.
Copyright © S.A. Roberts | Year Posted 2012
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S.A. Roberts Poem
Your hair. Your eyes. Your last name.
What else did I get of yours father?
Your temper?
No that's mothers, it's obvious.
Your love of music?
We'll never know.
Your love of motorcycles?
Well I'm not quite there yet.
Your hate of caring for small children?
Yes, yes I got that father.
Did it hurt you to say “give it up”?
Because it hurt me to know
I would do exactly the same.
Am I like you father?
Why yes, yes I am.
Copyright © S.A. Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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S.A. Roberts Poem
Dearest anarchy
there's nothing sweeter than
your sharp tongue in my ear.
The hatred that I once revelled in,
Taking the form of fear
A lie that nothing dreadful
Could suppose could be a trap,
A terror,
Poetry to hurtful minds.
A lonesome slap.
She never saw it coming did she?
Her soul was yours to play with long before
She hit that floor
That day, that night, that summer
Not a moment more.
She ran did she not?
Before you did something else,
She fled the scene
Breadcrumbs leading the way
Back home. At last.
Copyright © S.A. Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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How did I get here?
When did I start hating you?
Actually, I know when
When I felt alone
When I was hurt
And you made them all turn against me
Almost all
For I still have some people who give a damn
Some people who hate you instead
Some people who don't wish me dead
Or threaten me with the opposite
I'm not afraid of YOU dying
I'm afraid of ME dying
Because in the end,
That would hurt them more
And I can't hurt my real friends.
Leave them ignored.
All alone.
Almost all.
For I still have Courage
And Betrayal
And Anger
And Hurt
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Copyright © S.A. Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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