Truthful Tears

Just a thought!

Teardrops of sorrow have glistened our eyes

Droplets of dissapointment, seep out in cries

Stains of regrets leaving trails down our cheek

Emotions inside us, welling up till they leak

Some happy, some sad, the tears are the same

They may carry on, if feelings remain

We wipe them and hide them and cover our cries

But truth can't hide, from the tears in our eyes'

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Truthful Tears"

Love’s fate


 A girl I met a match in heaven,

 More dark as me could be no better than my old lucky number seven.

Our lives started so grand the faults so small,

Being without each other just makes my skin crawl.

The people came against us one by one,

As every year that past we became that much strong.

Almost seven years now under our belt,

When she is not drinking she makes my heart melt

To wake every morning her face I first see.

The feelings in my heart larger than the sea.

To realize after time I have choices make,

 These choices so hard that will certainly control our fate

Written by,  Rob Casteel

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Clear Persuasion

Need you to satiate the insecurities

cast them away

for a day 

of emotional purity

when I need self-obscurity

forget the cards I was dealt

I need that sparkly clear persuasion to hide me from myself...

wake up and get a hold of that sparkly clear persuasion

on my way to school...need incentive for misbehaving...

have a couple of projects...a couple of teachers strictly grading

all I need to some sparkly clear persuasion...

can't live without you...i'm most alive when you're running

hot through my veins

all my facades are torn away...

all the walls


atop my personality

are torn down....and what's left is the raw, naked me

naked but happily so... complexity 

like my descendants centuries 


for one beautiful is nothing but a dream...

loving everyone..and everyone loving me...

i need that sparkly clear do it's tasty magic..

in order for me

to be the epitome

of love and compassion

it's a very sad display

of insincerity that's been hammered into my mind and deeply ingrained...

in my mental make up.....can't return to my roots...

cause I need that sparkly clear persuasion to remember the truth.



Life has a habit of beating one down

From any highs that it happens to throw your way

It’s indeed like a roller coaster

With highs and lows and 

Unexpected loops 

And different



Flip you upside-down

While others 

Do not

Except in life when the tracks come down

From a peak that makes you feel 

Like you’re on top of the world

It throws you into the ground

Makes you pick up the pieces and rebuild

Before the next peak

Which, just like a roller coaster

Is over far too soon


To be properly enjoyed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hello esteemed reader

I am always looking to better my writing and thus urge anyone who reads this to let me know what they think about it



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I am not an Egotist

I’m not an egotist,

Like the speaker,

In “Song of Myself”,

I’d rather be a transcendentalist.


I’d like to be taught,

By Mother Nature,

Since this is the best way,

To nurture each thought.


But when it comes to your love,

I forget the words above!

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The Apothecary

Located  deep within the bounteous and 
fruitful Ambrosia of my medullas' oblongata,
resides my naked imagination 
  -Feast you on my Dreams 
and tighten your meaty fist
around your delicate golden spoon.
 -Inflame you on my embers
your passion 
purged like the immortal icor
now webbing through your dry veins..
Till the sapless shroud collapses
and scatters into the dry desert sand.

a blind and thoughtless tongue
forages recklessly across
your chin..
the last drop
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I will Not Say…

I will not say,

The day is not far away,

When I will reach the moon,

With you soon.


I will not say,

I will give my life away,

For you only,

Since it will be sheer idiocy.


I will not say I will bring the stars for you,

Since absolutely unfeasible it is to do.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written from the perspective of a very smart, materialistic and selfish lover.

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searching for one's self

Searching for one's true self,  is it fame, is it wealth?
A jack of all trades, yet a master of none... 
Forever searching in life, for what he can become...
he dreams of having 'it all', with many big houses, as wide as they are tall... 
The mind continues to search...frantic to find, just one place in life where he will have piece of mind... 
How long will the search continue until he feels content, alongside the dreams he struggles to pay rent... 
he adds focus to the destination rather than the journey, he misses all the little things that make us wake early...
Life is all about experience rather than status, he thinks only of money, his soul on hiatus...
If he would only Stop the race and take a second to see, we get one life and it's simply about you and me... 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

first poem I have written, feedback very WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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He took away something I could never get back

The innocence of a child now self esteem is what I lack

I was only 7 or 8 how was I supposed to know?

I never knew someone could do something so low

Thinking back on it now I wondered why did I let him touch me

Was "no" and kicking not enough to get him off me?

I told him "no," mom I told him "no" like you always taught me 

Why didn't he stop mom? I said "NO!" Why couldn't he let me be?

To him I was just a stumpy still tree 

He took away something deep

My mind, some nights I couldn't sleep

But I'm stronger now and more confident in myself

I won't let this guy take my stress or my health

I've never told anyone this and I probably never will

Part of me feels guilty, maybe if I had it would of stopped the chills

But now I'm 21 and I'm starting to see

That NOT everything was taken away from me

I REFUSE to let this man take anymore from me

The innocence of a child is ALL it will ever be.

I am still a Virgin, something I hold on to with all my heart

I plan to be, till the day I walk down the isle with my future sweetheart 

People wonder why I don't like being touched?

They call me prude and judge but I don't nudge

The simplest thing, like holding hands I couldn't even do

And that's all yes, yes because of YOU!

No one knows or truly understands

Why I would never take anyone hand in hand 

People say I come off strong and confident, in my head I say "if you only knew" 

That it was all a facade behind something SO TRUE 

But now I can finally say that this facade has turned to truth

I'm starting to leave everything that happened in my youth.

Someone once told me, "never regret, if it's good, it's wonderful, if it's bad, it's an experience."

So I'm taking that as a bet

I'm starting to face my past without regret 

Because if it didn't happen I wouldn't have worked up the courage to be up here

Speaking with words that are so sincere.

Richard Bach once said "what the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly" 

My translation is that I'm transitioning to a new beginning and moving on from the past 

Its not the end but a new beginning at last

I like to end things on a good note

So here is one of my favorite quotes 

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've never had anyone read any of my poems before, this is my first one that I have posted, let me know what you think! This is a poem about me and it is all true.

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