Robert Weeks

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Robert Weeks

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Meat Head

Robert Weeks

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The only place I belong is in my skin.

But it gets hard to find where my skin belongs

I know where it has before

And I can envision where it will be

But right now?

You can always tell when your skin doesn’t belong

You can feel it sucking in

Trying to trade places with you

Sometimes it’s easy to tell where it belongs

It doesn’t suck in

It expands out

And fills a room

And it’s hard to ...

Poetry

Drama

Sarah

Robert Weeks

1 min read

She isn’t who she says she is

She says that they are her friends

But I know she sees them

As ingrown and inconsequential

As I see them

She says she listens to anything

But I know she likes

Hypnagogic, psychedelic, DaDa, prog shit

Like me

She isn’t who she says she is

She says she likes sports

But I know it’s just to be popular

I know she likes drawing, and hiking

And Hanging out in my room

I...

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And Ever And Ever

Robert Weeks

1 min read

Forever isn’t long enough

If you and I

And this moment

And these stars

On this night

And the knotted bind

We have made

Could last forever

It wouldn’t be long enough.

The fact I’m getting less than forever

To begin with

Is ripping news

Forever is too long

And it find itself in the company

Of where you want it least

In death and final goodbyes

There are no breaks of forever

No other side

Just...

Poetry

Drama

Present Company

Robert Weeks

1 min read

I enjoy hiking.

Seems strange I forgot,

But you never liked it.

That was fine.

I was never passionate about it

And it got forgotten

For a long time after you left

I felt a present absence

A leave that was left unrest

But today it was filled by someone

I hadn’t seen in some time

The part of me I had left behind

To be with you...

Poetry

Drama

Note To Self

Robert Weeks

1 min read

I received a letter from myself from a parallel universe earlier today. I was only about twenty minutes out from leaving for work, so I figured I would just read it later. My curiousity got the best of me though. What if he is living much better than me, and I could easily change to become just like him. Hopefully not. Hopefully he’s doing much worse and I can follow the groove of my own habits re...

Drama

Humour

Hate The Player And The Game

Robert Weeks

1 min read

Like candy land, or snakes and ladders, boy meets girl’s rules are quite simple, and easily learned through playing a round or two

Like chess, opening moves are very important and strongly impact the rest of the game. The French defense, the two knights, the common friend the I saw you from across the room.

Like the first few rounds of poker, the first rounds of boy meets girl is learning abou...

Poetry

Drama

Thoughts On Death

Robert Weeks

1 min read

No matter how low the odds are of dying in a car crash, or of cardiac arrest, the odds of dying from something are 100 percent.

Death may be the only escape from your bad faith you get. Only when you shed your life, you shed the responsibilities the titles and the badges you pinned to yourself, and live in true freedom

Death doesn’t give life meaning, and I’m not sure what asshole gave it the c...

Drama

Ice Swimming

Robert Weeks

1 min read

the thrill of thin ice

the familiarity of worry

the comfort of self pity

the yearning for what is always sliding away

the relief of not yet cracking through...

Poetry

Drama

My First Love

Robert Weeks

1 min read

I didn’t realize I loved you

There’s been nothing like you

Nothing I can speak so openly to

Show myself to

Express myself so completely through

You understood me always

Knew how I felt, and how I wanted to

And just what to say

I miss your feel, and your weight

I miss the getting up late at night to turn you on

I miss your soft red light

Your gentle tones

I love you KORG B1 88 KEY DIGIT...

Poetry

Romance

Homedog

Robert Weeks

1 min read

I’m leaving, and I can’t come back.

I’m leaving these roads and trees and this sky

This school, and these friends, and these memories

This home, this room, this night, this life to start a new one.

I can’t come back. If I return, nothing will have changed, but everything will have. I’ll be a visitor of my past- a tourist, seeing the sights, straight down through the years, down to the frame of t...

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