Robert L. Bixler III
Robert L. Bixler III Poems
- Language Barriers Such a boundary is spoken language, ...
- Passionate Flower Flaming petal of lust, Sweet smell of ...
- Love A thousand grains of sand In time I’ll understand The ...
- The Toy You played him with pleasure multiples times over; ...
- True Love's Light Solitarily hung, single beat, This heart ...
- When Death Becomes Your Only M... When death becomes your ...
- As Thee Will'Eth For the love of thy night creature, ...
I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1985. Lived in the small semi-country town of Broken Arrow till 4th grade, when my family moved to Clearwater, FL. Now living in a middle to upper class suburban city proved an emotionally challenging environment for myself. Being in a lower middle class family, I delved myself into sports, academic studies, and music to distract myself from the social differences that money, or the lack thereof causes. My middle school days proved the developing ground for my poetry and views of life. Being a more sensitive male, I was ridiculed for both my looks and kindness. Seems the east coast lifestyle isn't as kind as the bible belt was. In High school, I was the guy ... more »
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Comments about Robert L. Bixler III
Such a boundary is spoken language,
Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome.
I watch you as you speak,
Such a foreign language to me.
I sit in contemplative struggles,
Lost in idyllic pondering.
Is there not a universal language;
One of pure emotion and heart felt rhythm?
Could our hearts ever communicate
Beyond the spoken syllables of language?
Is there a chance you could understand
Without my audible phrases?
It seems such a slight of Destiny
that such a little thing as a word
Should keep two affirming hearts
From beating in a gran...