Hello! Here is the fourth installment of my Twitter verses! Enjoy!
The rain reminds me of sweat trickling down your neck— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
and this heat reminds me of your warmth, at times too hot, it singes.
Hit me hard tonight with thoughts of losing you— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
Hit me harder that I know, "we" can never be true
To be right is not the popular choice— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
If it was, how come many of them left?
For me, will you be right?
Let's just take turns:— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
I break, you build
You break, I build
Let's make our world a cycle
of building each other
and breaking all over again
As my eyes speak of depth— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
They also hold so much darkness
Will you be scared to know them all?
Will you find the broken me and fall?
The basics of me is never enough,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
For I wear within me the grudges of pain.
If you can look past and love all of them,
Hold me tight & fall.
Death will come, but never my fall— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
For I have fallen long ago
In your arms, with your words
And so my poetry remains in you
My poetry is you
What if I hold you now— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
And I won't let go?
Will you still let me love you
for the rest of time unknown?
Every woman has dreamt of poetry— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
but poets had always been in love
not with women
but with verses
Just hours and I'm missing you— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
So much I want to trace the lines of lips
So much I long to hear you breathe
So much it hurts
badly, it seems
When all my pain sleeps— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
I am left so empty
Fill me with something
Maybe love, maybe
let's live in a world of words— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
where it's never too much
to love, to hold, to be with you
i'll never run out of lines,
rhymes, idioms, clue
break me if you wish— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
the scars would be the same
it will never bring a difference
but to love, ah yes, to love again
Will be waiting once again— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
to meet you at three am
for there is centainty in this hour
that we love like how we do
in every second
There has to be a way,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
maybe a narrow, crooked one
to bring me back the life I've torn
when I'm left broken by my very first poem.
If tweets can bear how tight I'll hold— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
The promises of this evening
It's definite, I'll never let go
Of you, of your words, of your heart.
What dream is there to wake up from— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
when reality is stuck with dreams?
Just pretty ones like you and me.
I love the thought that you read my mind, though as real as it seems, you don't. You can't and you won't. Which makes it more special.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
Please. I shouldn't. think.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
of you. anymore.
Ok, I give up.
Come here, you rascal, you.
What I wear doesn't define who I am.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
Nor anything else you see I portray.
So every night is my recluse
with nothing else but myself.
What is it that I feel tonight's biting?— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
The heat, perhaps.
The cold bed, maybe.
Whatever that is,
my mind bears the opposite.
May your night be like the others'— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
With a sound sleep for many
With a cold couch for some
But never like the frustrating one
I have tonight.
When explicit things are implied,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 14, 2016
we get poetry and rhymes,
but never a clear-cut picture
of the meaning we have in mind.
You are too often in my mind— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
that my breathing's sync with yours.
How can I unlove someone?— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Maybe by speaking of someone else?
Maybe by pretending I don't care?
Ah, never mind. Too difficult, I can't.
My song in the early morning— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
sounds like your breathing
As much your songs
fill up my sound evenings.
Let's take it to the next level.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Come on, it won't hurt.
A little this, a little that,
But more of you and most of us.
I've always prayed that you'd stay.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
But you never told me
you'd stay for good.
In my head, I mean.
My mind can change often;— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
I knew I'm a stereotypical woman.
But my heart rarely changes
even for years, even for you.
I wish I could show you— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
my beautiful scars
that fixed my soul.
Did you also fix yours?
To know you are broken is one— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
To know how broken is another
But the answer lies only when
you have fixed yourself.
The beauty of intangible things— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
creates the illusion
that you can have them,
and an illusion satisfies
what reality dismisses.
What is your truth?— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Does it really have to hurt?
Speaking rhymes
will never cushion lies.
Harsh truths, however
can get away with ornament.
Stories will always have two sides.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
One of betrayal and one of triumph.
In all that you gain,
there is one you give up.
No one intends to start a spark— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
that starts a flame you really want
But when it scorches
and doesn't warm,
It is better that you put it out
How to kill:— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Leave her breathless,
then leave her for good.
There is a good reason— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
why the head is placed
on top of our shoulders.
To rest, maybe.
And there is a good reason
why our shoulders are two.
Pain has never been beautiful,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
until I met your words.
The more I see myself falling,
the more painful it's gonna be.
Nevertheless, let me.
The heart remembers two things:— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Love
Pain
Either of them would suffice,
thus, you I remember.
Loving you is ironic.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Poetry is your metaphor.
But you will always be
my favorite paradox.
On pride and prudence:— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Know what you have
and let it be known
not by your own words.
Same goes for your emotions.
Whatever solicits smiles around us will never equal the smile brought to us by one. Never forget to make her smile.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Let's make the last time last.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
I thought I need to be rescued.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
Then I saw you.
You are drowning in me,
as I am in you.
Can we just drown together, instead?
The real beauty every woman has— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
lies neither on her clothes
nor her achievements
but on all that she has left
when stripped off of both.
If emotions dwell in poetry— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
and poetry speaks of passion,
what language does it speak?
Body. Body language.
A smile is a defense. To cover real emotions. To cushion harsh truths. To hold back jokes half-meant.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
But never to break people who fall.
You are my poetry, and my words speak of you. You brought the rhymes and lines I offer. Thank you.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
As certain as the dawn to come.— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
As inevitable as the equalizing death.
I'm coming home tonight, my love.
Will you hold my hand,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
while I hold on our possibilities?
Though smiles can deceive,— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
my eyes are clear broken glasses,
though shards may prick,
there, truth of what I feel lies.
Confusion is a good word— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
for choices within our reach
but never good enough
when dilemmas haunt our dreams
The morning comes & the night will no longer be ours.Then it will no longer come for the days succeeding.Let's just make the last time last.
— Jem Robles (@jemrobles) May 15, 2016
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