Askew ~ By: Rob Paquin

  The record has spun The song is done I sit here watching  the setting sun The spiraled twist Thoughts reminisced A sinking feeling That still persists The lost have won The time has come all that's been made has been undone Into the black No...

BLEND ~ by: Rob Paquin

Within, without Tendrils of doubt Find the root from whence it sprouts Eradicate it Stocked and weighed it The ending only brings what's been awaited Now, to that end Shall thought transcend Your mind; extend and Hope; expend An upward trend To...

I like dogs BUT....,

But....    A long time ago, I was helping a friend, help a friend move some furniture. I was moving a chair when the man's dog escaped it's enclosure. The dog immediately tried to attack me and had me cornered in the living room for what seemed...

ENDINGS - by: Rob Paquin

  I've had so much Had enough It's not that tough to just give up Waste away Each day; betray As I decay Inside I'll stay Go through the motions Like the waves in oceans Ride my notions Without emotions I tried to see it Just couldn't be it...

Whoot to the whoot whoot !

 I like dark poetry. I don't care how often people look at it and wonder if I'm crazy or depressed. I don't care if people click the like button like they do when my poetry is light, fluffy, and all happy sounding. I write what I write and I type in...

WONT BELONG

Won't Belong - by: Rob Paquin Sweetest of temptation Heart filled with elation Sanity's abdication A whole new world's creation. Inside the darkness calling I feel my soul now falling And with my mind now sprawling I rise and start my crawling ...

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A twisted world of webbed time lines A twisted thought, I thought was mine. A twisted view from a twisted mind A twisted turn in another rhyme A twisted dream, of my own making A twisted wretch so soon forsaken. But, in the twisting - the wretch...

*Winter's Rose - by: Rob Paquin* (Nov.3, 2013)

Beneath the winter's snows, buried there are things so deep below, Like a love that's lost it's soul, lies a row of summer's rose. Waiting just to be exposed. So perfectly deranged. Like a soul that's now estranged. Lie those roses, sleeping there...