“Water Me Down” By Robin Chappell

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Like soggy bread pinched between two fingers

An overbearing cologne that continues to linger

A Christmas tree not ornamented the entire way around

My substance is inevitable, you could never water me down

Worse than the flattest Coke on a summer day

Having a long conversation with no words to say

Why build a foundation on the weakest ground?

Or listen to music without a sound?

Why would I lower myself to make you feel higher bound?

My mind is the deepest ocean, it could never be watered down!

I cannot teach you happiness or the confidence you seek

I am not the entity to feed the ego you so desperately need

We possess the same hours in a day to both accomplish and achieve

Trickle your pools into rivers, pour your rivers into the sea

For we each are beyond amazing with ambition and ability

So refrain from putting me down when I proudly come around

As I hold my head to the sky without ever looking down

When you hear me loud, allow me room to be proud

If I speak intelligently, seek more of the knowledge you may need

When I overflow with joy after I consistently succeed

Don’t come around trying to save me

Even when I seem to drown

Live your life without judgement

Stop trying to water me down!

“Conscience” By Robin Chappell

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It was wrong from the beginning….

That house of cards that I built

I tried it every which way but…

The positioning was all wrong

And the wind kept stopping by….

Taking the glory of all it’s progress

Singing that same old song

It was wrong from the beginning…

But the mood just struck me so

I tried to make it go away but…

It happened in the mere blink of an eye

Erasing all the good that I’d ever know

It was wrong from the beginning…

I don’t believe I can ever make it right

I’ve sacrificed and cried out to the heavens…

But angels don’t save you from hell

It was wrong from the beginning…

With an end that no one can tell…

“Trees” By Robin Chappell

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Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

Don’t you think they need a hand?

Not because the heaviest storm winds are making them sway

Or because time puts them through rot and decay

There is unwanted hate and intervention on man’s land

Land where they happen to be planted each time they meet a Black man

Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

Don’t you think that they need an ear?

To speak about centuries upon centuries of dark faces

All brought to them to welcome their ends

Expressions of unrequited grief and fear

Tragedies deeper than their roots could ever grow

Demonic words of pain and death many would never know…

Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

Reaching for the sky doesn’t mean they aren’t low

Terror-stricken fates at the ends of their limbs

Each time more inhumane. Each time just another “her” or “him”

Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

Don’t you think they’re sick of the ropes?

The ones hanging the “Strange Fruit” Ms. Nina sung about

Popular among trees everywhere, mainly the depths of the south

Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

Next time I really believe you should

The flesh of broken spirits haunt their dreams every night

Spirits no longer considering to be “just wood”

Without question, they are our daily breath

The life, the food, and healing rest

No longer considered just a pointless display

Did you ask the trees how they’re feeling today?

“O” By Robin Chappell

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Take out the knives so you can see me better

The whispers linger on our lips

That one spoken letter has taken us through greater odds

As dark as the depths of the days I spoke naive confessions of “I love you”

“Oh” became so unacceptable, like a deep black hole

To watch those soft folds of your lips form it

Every time I told you that I needed to go

It’s as simple as 1,2,3, as well as a complex science which disagrees

Transitioning into the “Oh”‘s you made me scream before each time you put me sleep

Sloppy “Oh”s enveloped in a dewy lips of a pink rose

To the “Oh”‘s on my chest where you loved to rest your nose

I have no regrets, though I often lie in repose with your “oh”‘s for safer keeping

I’d adorn them on a chain around my brain if I could

Overrated thoughts, I think

Like the final “oh” you spoke when you walked away and never even blinked

“Roses” by Robin Chappell

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Clutching a beautiful red rose with thorns

I bleed into the Earth all that is lost on one side

Abundantly gained in joyous moments on the other

Two faces of passion and pain…

“The Exception” By Robin Chappell

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The atonement of the tone created by you to constantly satisfy me

Is like the whispers of faith from an angel

The best kept secret that will set me free

Here I am looking high and low, searching every corner

Becoming incessantly anxious the more we continue to grow this

Something I delicately hold on to as if it’s damaged and seeping egg

Protecting it as if it were my life for which I would humbly beg

Anxiety exceeds this feeling I have never had the pleasure to know…real love

Worry keeps this heart beating when your hands push me to go

The unchanging strength of us is my shiniest diamond in the rough

Never needing to be polished and no feeling could abolish what we’ve built

No buckets of guilt as we communicate freely in the relief of believing…

This is actually working in the healthiest way there could ever exist

And no! Love is never something that should instill any fear or defeat

Forgive me if around the corner I think negativity is lurking

Sabotage is plotting to greet me…snatching all of the beauty of us from beneath me

Drama has been my karma for many many clocks

To see her walk away so calmly turns my stomach into year long knots

Won’t she be back more bold and loud?

Tell me I never deserved this? Air my dirty laundry out…

Make you change your mind so suddenly

Leaving me to only reminisce and grieve

Preparing for a goodbye you promise to never ever leave…

“Flawed Love” Robin Chappell

Sunshine and rainbows?

Isn’t that what they say love can’t always be everyday?

The sunshine you’ve instilled in me effortlessly breaks through our anger

Rainbows are the everlasting promise to patiently calm our nerves

I am not perfect and neither are you but we are deeply in love

So I never look for it when it comes to you

It’s the reason I feel so blessed with no recollection of stress

Beaming from the unconditional love of every action you do

Kissing my lips covered in the early mornings of my breath

Caressing my body tenderly when you feel it’s in need of rest

Before I have to ask, you’ve already conquered the task

Spoiling me and plastering smiles on my face without one drop of cash

I am not perfect and neither are you but we are deeply in love

I don’t have to look for it when it comes to you

“Hearth” By Robin Chappell

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Do not ignite my fire only to let it burn out

Singe my heart with your truth

Enlighten me again on what your flame is about

I’ve extinguished every doubt and I’ve taken all the heat

You gently warm my heart with your beautiful smile

Comfort me with every fervent word you choose to speak

The sparks we created long ago burst into the brightness of a bonfire

Keeping a glow upon my face I never want to retire

So do not ignite my flame only to let it burn out

Engulf me until I feel it from the inside

Until you make my entire body shout

My passion will need to remain kindled

Tending to the embers in the hearth of our love

Fuel them before they begin to dwindle

Watching it die out like the stars burning from above

Do not ignite my flame only to let it burn out

Let the flicker remain the same reason that you came

Let it sting the world like fireballs from your mouth

Raining new light into the darkness of their brains

“Tiny Shiny Glass” By Robin Chappell

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Life was tragically shattered by a dream to be great

To be brilliant, upstanding, be more giving than demanding

Then came the inaudible crash ringing through my ears incessantly

So loud like a crystal chandelier beautifully falling to the fate of gravity

Miniscule shards of glass spread and glisten against my skin

I clamber around…I pick them up and I pick them out

Before anyone notices the deplorable mess I scramble to sweep them in

Feeling like inevitably I can just glue them back together again

Then everyone would see it’s transparency

Light breaks through the cracks creating glowing specks of a spectrum

Displaying a colorful rainbow of promise on the walls as I scream out

“I fixed it! Look at how I made it all new!”

Then comes the disintegration of the weak glue I attempted to use

Before the mass’ eyes fall upon it while it’s good, it completely crumbles again

Chipping away slowly at first, the sound of tiny sifted grains or like trickling rain

The smallest cracking like the December embers of the warmest fire

The weight and support can finally bare no more

I watch the bottom caving into the pressure I could never defend

Pulled from beneath me so quickly when I no longer had dividends

I desperately try to stick them back together with the thickness of the years

I gather the pieces into my arms frantically pasting them with tears

Hands and arms absolutely bloodied with no result but the potential

The possibility that my life exists, so the tiny shards of glass help me to reminisce

Once I bathe in it in pure bliss you may label me insane

But it would disappointingly be the principle you completely missed

This disaster before me holds a presence that is broken but vulnerably open

Beautifully hideous, deformed, and plagued

Honest and rebellious. It’s an infection and a plague

I can’t ever fix it after the hundreds of times I tried

And what it took was the acceptance of failure, the doing away of my pride

I no longer hide the guilt or the shame the comes with the sound of my name

There is truth and there is proof that everything is meant to start anew

So I proudly dust myself clean, roll my sleeves, beginning a new project with stronger glue

Doing away with the chips and remains of the past I desperately wanted to hold together

Knowing it was dangerously unstable, the fate of collapsing beneath the weight of a feather

Now it can withstand the storms, there is no more sweeping to do

There is no longer the disappointing sound of glass breaking beneath the soles of my shoes

“Maimed” By Robin Chappell

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Noticing me when I’m happy doesn’t always mean I feel free

Waves of violent water rush through my head like the sound of chaos

There is no true comfort for the traumatized and the lost

The skin I dress myself in everyday needs washing with my linens

I’ve been wearing it a lot, but I fear that it’s staining and beginning to rot

When I look around I see weathered grays and matte blacks thickening with dread

I try and tug out the strings being pulled back and forth inside of my head

If I ever speak of my mental monstrosities I constantly see, you’d lobotomize me

So I have to find ways to embrace them acceptably, but it’s running thin

They’re beginning to seep out and run in tiny trickles down my skin

Puddles of despair form a creek below my feet

Small enough to splash around in…deep enough to drown me

Incessantly it sneaks up on me like the grim reaper when I am too happy

We play hide and seek when the depths of sadness runs deep

Barely even noticing me….