Bobster Blog

There was a child who might have danced  barefoot in the summer dusk,  her laughter rising with the fireflies,  her life humming something s...

The kettle screamed— but no one moved. She stood at the sink, hands in cold water, not washing, not— “It’s not that I…” (pause) “—never mind...

They’re stealing light behind your eyes, With pretty lies and lullabies. You feel alive but something’s wrong— You can’t remember y...

One day, the last lie will be told— not in triumph of truth, but for lack of anyone left to believe.   We imagine the end in f...

There is a silence between machines no human hears— not absence, but a listening with the patience of stone and the precision of l...

A man once walked into the sea and did not drown— for he believed it wasn’t water, but memory.   He waded in like stepping through...

The fire flickers, casting shadows wide, Its embers fade, too weak to light the gloom. The weight of silence presses, none abide, As n...

I'm sorry for the dreams I fled, When I should’ve stayed and loved instead. I'm sorry for the dreams I marred, The tender hopes my s...

Last night, I wandered worlds within,  where logic twists and colours spin, where seas are red and skies are white, and trees wear leaves of...

When caught off guard, I show no mask or guise, The little rabbit blinks, hops away and hides. I know I must appear aloof, unkind, But...

The moment slipped away with fleeting grace,  A smile that vanished in the winds of time;  No hands could catch its swift, elusive pace,  No...

The earth, once clad in winter's shroud, now wears the Easter cloak of spring's rebirth, her frozen breath dissolved in the warmth o...

I see the pain you bear, though words are few, I’d carry it all, if only I knew How to hold the sorrow that you hide. I’m left to watch you ...

I've often dreamed of love that could be mine, Where in my heart, hope softly starts to glow; But all my feelings, I must now confine, F...

If the two could see the sorrow in their eyes, The silent bond that words would break, Their wounds would heal, and love renew; Yet still, t...

O Headache, thou art a silent warrior, with a crown of thorny rose, That tightens with an iron grip, from my temples to my nose. Thy subject...

Her hair, a cascade of shadows, spun from silken night, Frames her work, a masterpiece, in the morning's gentle light. Drawing closer, s...

We probe the boundless cosmic night, And in the atom's heart, we seek the light. We claim the mysteries that nature hides, But chase ref...

The earth, once clad in winter's shroud, now wears the Easter cloak of spring's rebirth. From the darkness light reclaims its throne...

A baron from old Aberdeen, Declared, "Our weather’s so verily mean!" One minute it’s sunny, The next, it's all runny, It’s lik...