Twogether

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 13. Jan, 2010 | No Comments

Born without a clue
of who is who,
I’ve learned it’s easy to know
it is you.

Life is an adventure
one needs not brave alone.
But you better be careful
With who you bring home.

I’ll help ’cause
it is easy to show,
Who is right and who
has to go.

It is all in how you greet,
and how you stand
in the rain.

If you can say goodbye
And you don’t wanna say hello
Than they gotta go.
They gotta go.

If a goodbye cannot be cast
And ‘hello’ has so long ago been said
That you don’t remember ever being apart,
She’s got you by the heart.

Allitergator

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 31. Dec, 2009 | No Comments

Love is in a cornerstore
being a cornerstone
a little too late a little too monotone.

Love is in the air
all cheap and debonair,
kinda quick, kinda unfair.

Love is not any of this,
Not yours, not his.
It is a bit crass, it is
a stumbled upon kiss.

Love is a little too much alliteration
giving in to too much of a little temptation.
Even if too little a little too late, too late
Too little too late – a day off the date.

We Became Graffiti

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 23. Dec, 2009 | No Comments

Shadows play down the street
Casting themselves protagonists;
Clock-less and free
As any free man
can be.

They glide from brick to brick
As the sun shines and the sunset shifts.
Memories that we’ll never miss,
it is our outline on the wall,
After all.

Depravation

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 06. Dec, 2009 | No Comments

Your mouth smiles
At my perverted thoughts,
Arced lips stretching afar,
Nobody knows who we really are.

You laughed once when faking the truth,
You laughed twice when they told you
To laugh no more.
Then we both laughed
And our cheeks got sore.

Cold feet is not a problem;
We will just warm up in the bed.
Nothing left to be said.

Let’s just go ahead and show
our whimsical and twisted
smiles.

Cause & Effect

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 29. Nov, 2009 | No Comments

Cold metal on nude skin…
No matter how thickheaded
Lies are always so thin.

I’ve seen your mind wander
With others, no wonder.
Cheating on your sleep
With thoughts that creep.

Menacing eyes accuse me
for your very own disgrace
But you are just saving face.

Love for us is a verb
Stuck in the past tense.
Right now, love makes no sense.