Biography of Robert Hill
Hey It's me Robert. I'm just finally getting to this. I'm not going to make this long cause I hate typing.
I've loved poetry all my life, even before i knew what it was but I knew I was missing a void. I'm not a good writer i'm more of a reader, but i did a little of a try. I dont usually have poetry running through my veins its usually like a time of a season that I get a surge of creativity. but meanwhile I love to read and I want to find like a poetry cafe to listen but i cant find any. I guess my town isnt artistic enough. oh well, well tell me about my poetry. I knows its not the best but its my baby. hopefully I'll get more in tune later in life.
Robert Hill Poems
is it school? is it hormones? is it stress? is it the weather
I keep emotions locked away a caged animal ready to tear tear away and show a candid me so i hide him
hot night clothes tight brisk sweat forehead wer
I write my thoughts on this paper a string of poetry runs through my veins and I must express
I'm lying in bed and a shiver runs down my spine and I cant go to sleep and then a simple yet ungainly question runs through my head
Nothing nothing not a word not a ryhme
I'm lying in bed
and a shiver runs down my spine
and I cant go to sleep
and then a simple yet ungainly question runs through my head
'what have you done with your life? '
and another flash
this time despair runs through
attacking every strand of hair on the back of my neck
reminding me of those days as a child