Life (lost)

When they argue the kids hide.

I just listen and slowly die with each word being said.

I don't know what to do,
Or if there is anything I can do.

She deserves so much more and he needs to find someone else.

Why am I in the middle even if it's not an argument about me anymore?

She works forever, he tries to work for forever.
It's tiring.
I can't do this...it's killing me.

I want to live in this house.
As a brother, as a son, as a supporter.
Why can't we move....

Lost

I realized that my life is a secret. Only because no one wants to really understand me. I talk too much. I listen too much. I care too much. I dislike too much. So in the end of you trying to understand me you get lost in my words. You get lost in my meaning. You get lost in what I’m trying to convey. So who do I have left, no one. That is why I have my own accomplishments, my own deaths, my own achievements, my own fails, my own trials and tribulations but most importantly my own joys. And I’m not trying to make it seem like a “sappy,” “no one cares about me” story. But really, when is the last time you’ve seen me happy. Yesterday, maybe? Well, when is the last time you’ve known, really known, understood, that I was happy. You don’t, and its not your fault. It’s mine. I hate to fail. I hate to know about myself. I hate to realize my potential because I can be powerful and I am. I hate to realize my detriments because it just hurts and I can't deal with the pain. So in the end I'm dying to live even though living can feel like I'm dying. So I'm just in a cycle of psychological misunderstanding or maybe I think too much and I drown in my thoughts. Either way, I have no one. Who do you have? Enjoy them while you can.

One.

Donald Trump

Hello, My name is Jose Robinson. I am a 19 year old Detroit resident.

I am writing to you on behalf of myself and my BestFriend Eboni Moore, who is also a 19 year old Detroit resident. My BestFriend and I will be hosting picnics and we are extending an invitation and we hope you can make it.

We have realized the loss of the legendary Michael Jackson. In that, we have thought that if he was invited to our picnics the world could still have him a little longer on this beautiful Earth. We know you may think this is farfetched but we believe in that idea truly and dearly. Thus, we would like to meet you and be in your presense before anything happens to any of us. Life is too short and we want to grasp on to as much as possible.

We believe you are a wonderful person and we're sure if you are in attendance you would enjoy life so much more. We would appreciate it if you took time out to read this and respond.Our Picnics will be located on Belle Isle in Detroit. The date is to be whenever you set it, as we know you are busy. All we wish to have is an hour, or two, to just talk and enjoy what others oversee; good company. In that, I want to end by saying thank you (if you took the time to read this) and that we can't wait to see you at the Picnic. We will be expecting you.

You can reach us at:

jrobinson09@cityyear.org
ebonirmoore@gmail.com

Yours in Peace,
Jose Robinson
Eboni Moore

Texts in Roman Times Something New

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Yummi.
My kisses taste better than chocolates.
They taste like rainbows.
More colors together to create black.
So white that we are the only channels people will see on tv.
We don’t tell lies through vision.
We vision the lies people tell to break us.
We don’t break up, we make up.
Color the pale that makes us ghost.
Makes us leave each other.
Soon as I get back we’ll never leave each other.
We are martyrs without the pain.
We gain range to change when rain stains.
We cry through the sky because we rely on the pride we hold inside.
I abide in your home because mi casa es tu casa
I will be home soon.
My kisses taste like starburst.
A burst of passion.
Starting on the lips lingering down to the soul.
You feel it inside, intense like my love.
Sending you into dreams.
Dreams of us together.
Kissing one another.
My kisses combined with yours causes electricity.
I spark you as you touch me.
Eager, we seem to connect.
Never letting go.
Finally our hearts are whole.
No separation, isolation.
We cling in desperation.
Never knew our love was so breath taking.
Accomplished at last.
We stand together, stronger than before.
Willing to last forever.
My love, your love.
Separate no more. We are lovers till the end.
The end it better be, or you will feel the wrath of wil ol’ me.
You drive me to live.
Or else I’d go off course.
You give me a heart that actually drives to live.
She is my broken heart because she recreated it.
She made it whole.
Creating a new cycle that was delightful.
Inside glow, she makes me shine.
Makes me rhyme when I can.
Can me for days of destruction.
Then when I’m needed I’ll be ready.
And all you have to do is open me.
You open me.
I am the flowers.
I want you to count them so petals petal faster and faster.
Until I become dizzy of your image.
Your image is all I want to dream of.
I dream of goodnight moon wondering how sunshine is going to wake up.
I wish I could see you, see you I wish.
To be together till there is no more I wish.
I wish to be yours.
To inspire you more until your words are my words.
We are words.
We create stories just to remake fables and make them true.
We are true.
Wasn’t supposed to fall for you like this.
So quick, so deep.
In love I believe.
My feelings so strong.
Connection, unbreakable.
How can you make me feel so beautiful?
Just by kissing my lips.
Sweet kisses of love that last for eternity.
Even when we pull away.
Longing for one more just to get through the night.
Heart beating so swiftly.
Blood flowing elsewhere; your brain isn’t functioning.
Your mind is on me.
The things we can do if you just relax.
I’ll take us there, you just enjoy.
Entries of pleasure.
The words just roll off my tongue.
The actions from your fingertips.
Exploring every inch.
Uncontrolled movements.
Biting of the lip, eyes closed as we reach the next level.
You make me. You make me.
See you create the person I am.
The person I want to be.
The you I want to be with.
You make me.
You make me and if you break me you’ll find a piece of you inside.
You make me.
He is…my relaxation; temptation.
To give him my all, my heart.
Overflow of love.
He is…caring; deserving of everything I have to offer, and more.
My better is better than your all.
My all rocks his socks.
He is…protection; from destruction of my heart.
The keeper of my love.
Where my soul goes to rest.
He is…a must have; what I lust for, in mind and body.
Stimulating my muscles.
The way my mind thinks.
He is…what I can’t let go of.
Refuse to.
He is mine, my heart, my soul.
The connection that shall not be broken.
The love that can’t be tainted.
He is to me what I am to him.
A completion to life.

Life

I'm dying to live. What are you dying for?

E.B. and J.R.

Crazy Smazy Lazy Hazy Daisy. Maisy Jay Z. AZ. Jay D. Hehe. You’re cool. Glad I met you that day way back when… Way back when petals pedaled Sped faster than light so memories could hold still Cheese, it melts when time goes too fast So here we are going way back when when going back was way gone Forgotten and left to make room for more smiles It’s all trials to see whose still in file when the battle has just begun Run, run, run back into time to way back when Way back when, remember way back when…

My Letter to the Marines

To Whom It May Concern: Hello, I hope this gets to you in good health. My name is Jose Robinson and I am writing on my being of discharged from the Marine Corps. As much as I enjoy the idea of serving “the proud, the few, the Marines” I think I have found another course for my life. I am hopeful that it will work out for me. I apologize for being of inconvenience to you and the Marines as a whole. My reasons for requesting discharge are that I have been accepted to a University and I have decided to do another year of City Year. I have been accepted to the University of Detroit Mercy. In the beginning of last year I was unsure of my college/university plans. However, I was accepted and I have a greater chance of paying for it now, thanks to City Year. I am more confident in my chances and my financial aid that I will definitely take the opportunity that is open to me. I have already discussed it with the University of Detroit Mercy and the school has granted me admission as soon as I plan to attend it. With the University of Detroit Mercy I plan on graduating with a degree in Architecture and Engineering. I have decided to complete another year in City Year. This program has enticed my appetite to serve. I have always had the need to serve. That is why I once chose to serve with the Marine Corps. However, I have found a place in City Year. Being with City Year has opened my eyes to all the opportunities that there are in non-profits. With the training and knowledge I’ve received from this program I will be able to open doors that have once been closed to a male like me. I plan on doing another year with City Year Detroit. I have accepted their open arms with great gratitude. The University of Detroit Mercy has a space for my name on the Admissions list. I will pursue my educational career in order to receive the best schooling for future indications. With City Year I will continue on my path towards service. I will continue to “be the change in the world”. I have found my calling and I am just getting started. I do want to thank you for the opportunities I was given with the Marines. Yours in Peace, Jose Robinson

Sister's Birthday

I want to say that April 29th is my Sister's Birthday. She is four years old and a genious at that young an age. I heard that she always asks about me and I wonder how often. It's been a couple months since I've seen her. Since I've moved to Miami I only speak to her every so often. Even when I lived in Detroit I barely saw her. I do miss her. I remember days when I would take care of her after school, just like she was my own daughter. I felt it was my duty to provide for her and take care of her...But it didn't work out. Now, more often than not, I ask myself does she remember me? Sometimes I don't believe it but maybe it's because I feel bad for not being around. Just last week she asked me if I was her "big brother". And I was shocked. I didn't really know what to say. But I quickly thought about it and I came up with this answer, "Yes, of course I am. Are you my little sister?" As quickly as I asked she responded, "Yes, ok bye..." She is one funny person. I love her and I wish her the best. I just talked to my mother today and I asked her how my sister was feeling about her birthday. My mother told me that she asks her if she was still 4 years old. I can't believe what she says. It's just amazing. She reminds me of an old soul inside a young body. Sometimes I hope she stays the way she is because I worry this world is not for her, or she is not for this world. She is so much better and deserves a safer, more comfortable place than what this society is becoming. Either way, I can't wait to go back home and say, "Hi, little sister. I love you. Let's talk about life..." I know she'll understand. She's just brilliant, and she'll shine like a star, but she'll never roam too far from home. One

Depression

Somehow it's scary the way we think, the way we live and the way we survive. There are 15 percent of the population that is depressed will commit suicide.

Finding the Junky Man

Today I met a friend, with a linky body, a jawhead and his daddy's name was Shaq. He was pretty smart but not good looking. His old friends were always tigers. But now he's so happy that he has us as a friend. He makes no one want to be around him because he beats everyone in Basketball. He makes them feel bad because they're not tall. And most people say he might be more than 8 feet tall. That's like a house or an apartment. He is really tall and can touch the rim easily. His name is Jimmy. He is 19 years old. He is taller than this man named Jose. He has a familiar voice that I know. And I think I know who he is. He looks like a person I used to always see at the beach every summer. Afterwards, I don't see him anymore but I always hear his voice. His voice sounds like a raspy dog or cranking a car. That man is Patrick. (Made by J.W. who is a student of mine. Proud to have had the time to talk with him today.)

The Intelligent Kids

I realize that kids are geniuses. Yes, they are intelligent. They have so much imagination, charisma and potential. At a young age, they are able to create things and imagine like there's no tomorrow. As you grow older you tend to lose that imagination due to the reality that is brought upon by "growing up". You must become "mature" and understand the level of ignorance must not grow, or so we are taught. We're also taught to never judge. Yet, in this society we judge by the sense one holds through conversation and intelligence, through either interaction or a piece of paper. If you look around you'll find that the students I talk to will amaze you. They know not what reality can stop them from doing. So they dream BIG...and I still do. I know it's a possibility to do anything in this world. So I stay 10 years old instead of being 19. ONE

Starfish Story

(starfish stories are just stories that have either inspired us, as City Year Corps Members, and have made ripples, an effect that affects one positive after another. You can always have more than one, and you usually have tons, due to the sublimity of its effect. ) My Starfish story begins in the beginning of the year. Looking back I have noticed just the dramatic change of different students. T is one of those students. In the beginning of the year she was very shy and timid. Throughout the tutoring sessions she did not want to be in the spotlight and be asked to answer questions. As the year progressed she began to open up. Now her shell has been broken. She is also in my Starfish team. I enjoy having her around. She is so uplifting and helpful to the team. She knows how to interact with everyone on the team. Her smile just makes the day so much better. It’s just amazing how much she has changed since the beginning. From not wanting to be asked to answer a question to raising her hand for anything she knows the answers too. I’m so proud of her. I remember wondering how I was going to teach her to enjoy sharing with the group. All I have done is persistently ask her to share and continue with the bond that has now become “hello Big Brother Fat”. Yes, I am proud and honored to be her brother. I can’t wait to see how she’ll be in the future.

Fire Works

If you saw the fireworks tonight you probably saw the sky light up.

Did you see a great moment?
Did you look to your left and your right?

Was it fam?
Was it friends?
Was it her or him?

Either way, I just want to share this quote,
"It's not about the activity or the journey. It's about who goes through it with you."

Enjoy the lights. Just keep on living.

One.

Happy Birthday Mom.!

It's been 19 years. I'm glad to be alive.
Thanks for making that possible.
Much Love.

One.

Prison

One Inmate Is Murdered Every Week. - History Channel

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