Marc Robinson Poems

Truth is.....Hard.
But,
Truth is rewarding.
Truth is cutting.
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My heart bleeds out ink,
Which my hand smears onto paper.
Drip by drip comes
Word by word.
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It’s strange this feeling.
Feeling so close to someone,
But also feeling like you really don’t know them at all.
Knowing that you deeply understand them,
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So what do you want to do in your life?
Is that question asked for them or you?
Do they ask this because they wish to know,
Or because they know what they wish to do,
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Sitting there,
Almost unaware by all those around him.
He sits and watch’s.
Taking in all the laughs,
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Even thought you are right next to me,
You feel a million miles away.
Even though I am talking to you.
You don't seem to hear me.
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From getting up in the morning,
To carrying on with life.
Everyone needs a reason.
To finally get up,
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Please don’t feel obliged to sit down next to me
If you don’t want to.
Don’t sit next to me if you aren’t my real friend,
Don’t do it coz you don’t want to hurt my feelings.
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Ever wondered what could have been,
Ever wondered what will be.
How things would have been if you had done that.
How things could have been if you didn’t say this.
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Magicians run this world with their slight of hand.
Tricks of the trade, they make them fall like a house of cards.
The art of magic is the art if deception.
Look here whist I do this here.
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