Robbi Liu is an aspiring author, trying to get published traditionally. If you are following her... Maybe, she has made it... Maybe, one day she will make it.
Running, reaching- I grasp… straws… I fall-crash-face scraped. Get Up… run… reach- fall… AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!— Ground Hog’s Day… Jump- HIGHER-Hold on… slipping… blisters… skin ripping…Don’t let go…ALMOST THERE! Keep GOING! AGAIN!!! GET UP…FIGHT- Keep GOING! - Robbi Liu
Photos paint a story fitting an agenda sought.. Behind the eyes—that smile. Facts are irrelevant. Sacrifices, grit, No matter… A villain. The village has chosen. A martyr bandaids guilt, pride, and envy. A witch to burn simplifies the reflection in the glass. - Robbi Liu
I see truth as masks fall. Wind scatters lies like 52 cards that no one will pick up. Broken and gone, trust evaporates. I see you and I know. Stepping away, I see shadows that were invisible. A facade wrapped in a bow that unraveled my dreams. -Robbi Liu
Pondering decisions, reflecting and perusing the inevitability unattainable. Like a limb that cannot be severed, sadness clings as happiness proves to be a shiny toy only others can play with. - I just want a portion of what I give. -Robbi Liu
Screaming behind a silent smile the fire is extinguished. Hunting for more and losing hope. Hands bloody from the shards of broken hearts picked up along the way. Cold and alone, searching for a home that never existed. Gypsy whispers lull a wanderer to sleep.-Robbi Liu
A familiar sadness aches in my chest as I hug a balled up blanket in an empty bed; big enough to suffocate any hope of what actual happiness is. The bed or the sadness? Well, both… my Love… both… -Robbi Liu
“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting.”
~J.M. Barrie
So caught up and concerned with opinions that he missed the one who accepted him at face value. She was open for real when a fake world is all he knew. -Robbi Liu
Lost in strange weeds. Roots infiltrate veins and crowd arteries. Finding reciprocity proves impossible. Maybe islands are beautiful because they stand alone. -Robbi Liu
Drowning what was, today I float, treading in tears shed. Tomorrow the sun rises and evaporates the pain. Gently I land on my new foundation. -Robbi Liu
She died with her face in a book. She was picturing an angel with a burning sword slicing through the tyranny of men. Her empty eyes focused on the word "freedom." Her last breath was poetry. Nobody would pay attention to such details, but, to her, they mattered.
Grids of grinding gears and falling from constructed codes. Embedded nails under skin leave remnants of captivity. The horizon promises possibility that waits with open arms. -Robbi Liu
Breaking my own heart, I wipe the tears and get back up. Healing is a process and the right people will be there when you need them. If they are not, it’s best to be alone. -Robbi Liu