Showing posts with label mistakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mistakes. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Low Wattage


Low Wattage


you miss a version of me 

who no longer exists.


the one who doesn’t 

shadow a room upon entering.

and for that, I am sorry.


but if you pause 

in your silent judgment,

you will find your hand 

on the switch.




Monday, June 29, 2026

Somewhere I Am Not




Somewhere I Am Not 


Let us go then, you and I. 
T. S. Eliot 
Broken. Repeated. Plagiarized. 

I am never gonna survive. 
Ready or not, it doesn't matter. 
I disturb the universe. 

Pinned, wriggling through life. 
I can't run away, so I take it slowly. 

Is this theft? 
Words from one generation or another. 
I can try. 

Quick now. 6 7. 
A third generation. 
What comes next? 

I know the I's already. 
I sit 180 degrees from the regular. 
I grow old 
But not yet at my breaking point. 

So I search for the mermaids singing. 
Coincidences with no consequences. 

If every meaningful sentence has already been spoken, 
What exactly am I supposed to do? 

Find me, lost, 
Knowing exactly where I am. 


Robert Lloyd
30 june 2026

Sunday, May 10, 2026

In The Room


 In The Room

They are not as grey as I would have imagined
Neither of us wants to speak first
Unforgetting, small brown eyes follow my every move
Our fear of immediate discontent is palpable
I am amazed
There is enough space
For the three of us
We are avoiding the obvious
Its tail swishing with the tension
We are broken
The furniture ignores its size
Our hearts dull
Its trunk sways this way and that
Yesterday is no longer about tomorrow
Grateful there are no mice scurrying about
We think small thoughts
Ivory tusks majestic and white
There is no clear path
And all I can think
They are not as grey as I would have imagined
While avoiding a lovers' graveyard

By
Robert Lloyd

Monday, February 22, 2016

Hostage


"Hostage"

You held me in your hands as best you could
Me, a shell of who I was
Searching for love and redemption

My trust was that you would be ever so careful
You were my rebirth and that was unfair
No one figured it would be easy
Least of all us
We said we would be different

I guess I always knew
My created burden was too much
It seems I was too broken for you to fix
For you to carry
For you manage next to your own needs

I don’t fault you
I just pray my cracks have not spread into your world
I hope you smile beyond me
And without me
I release you from the prison my love has created
You are no longer mine

You are free

Robert Lloyd

Monday, February 15, 2016

Iceberg

"Iceberg"

I am floating along                           
And melting

The beautiful world that surrounds me
Betrays me as I cherish
and struggle
with each vanishing moment

My presence
My worth
My existence
It all fades with each new sunrise

I crave something it seems I am no longer allowed
More time with you
With your supposed forever smile
With your clear blue glances
With the thought that you could never tire of me

As I drift along
Further from you
From something that once was such magic
I tremble with fear
And my heart aches

I desperately want to travel back to before
To the time before we stumbled onto this false path
This stream that drags us apart

I want yesterday
Knowing what I know today
Rather than this cold fade

I am floating along
And melting



Robert Lloyd

Friday, April 24, 2015

Set Adrift


"Set Adrift"

The wind was peppered with a gulls cry
As her hair bounced loosely
Upon her shoulders

She stood alone
Challenging the world
Dressed for the occasion

Her thoughts were swallowed by loneliness
Who will catch me if jump?
She whispered with a sad smile

Her tears fell into the void
Tracing a well traveled path upon her cheeks

Her panicked heart beat began to slow
Calm replaced ache
It was an epiphany

When the wind faltered and stopped
Only silence remained



Robert Lloyd

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Broken



"Broken"

splintered excerpts of life
lay scattered about the floor

they sting
they are shards of me
bloodied by my bare feet

i couldn’t tolerate the reminder
of my faults
so with my fists i struck hard
hurting myself
resolving nothing
multiplying my paranoia

seven is such a big number
now my pains and mistakes
haunt me a thousand more
ways than just the one
i could have easily turned away from

robert lloyd