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Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
Black shadows of the forgotten rain,
Drips off sharp blades of every leaf.
Engraving cold deteriorating marks,
Covers their purity.

The cool hollow wind,
Thrashes across the salt of the sea.
With every deep thunderous roar,
Lies your voice behind mine.

Opaque thoughts,
Evoking large waves,
That only developed,
From thoughts of today’s tomorrow.

I too feel the same.
We walk different paths,
And cry different tears.
But our streams are no different.

Salt at the tip of the ocean lips,
Shatters the blades of the leaves.
The dark shadows no longer in sight,
But I can to smell the fragrance of the rain.

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©RGN 11/24/10 9:28 p.m
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
I often wondered how it would feel,
If I was to lose a love one,
Someone close and dear to me.
Now I have.
I have lost you to someone else.
Never knew how wounded I would have felt.
The experience now surpasses the thoughts.
Captivation is nothing but the truth,
In this present time.
The desired feelings of love,
Drastically diminishes.
And I can’t deal with the hate,
Running through the core of my heart.
My blood like black poison killing me out,
No one can fathom my emotions .
Nothing can stop the drenched,
Forsaken thoughts of my mind.
Timely my breath decreases,
In an awkward demising motion.
Conquering me is everything that hate loves,
And love itself despises.
I can’t help it this time.
Everyone else I was with came,
And past by only for a moment in time.
I never felt it though.
The stupid ignorant feeling!
Oh how I wish it would go away,
To become a dream in time.
This insecurity,
That forces me to think of crimes.
Maybe I should protect  myself,
From falling in love again!
From living on your promises!
Protect it from this insanity!
Tears of a broken soul,
Who would’ve known,
You would’ve done this to me.
I admit I want to **** you,
But it wouldn’t help heal my wounded heart.
Maybe then,
Just for now,
I should live without love.
Or maybe let time become my lover.
I would have to be patient with time,
And let it heal my broken heart.

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© RGN - Nov./24/10/
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
You love me for my poetry,
You do love me indeed.
I won’t forget the nights that we spent,
Lost in creativity.
As a matter fact,
I remember when my thoughts ran wild,
And you went with it,
Only to make another child.
Though no one understood me,
You kept pursuing my thoughts at hand,
When I had no one to speak to,
You came,
Making your obvious mark.
You were there for me I do agree.
You’d say I need a rest,
And I would beg of you please,
To let me write,
Because it is the only way I release my stress,
Allow me to achieve peace tonight.
With that said without a fight we move on.
Though I’d get weary,
You’d stick it out with me.
When I decide to take my rest,
Then you’ll do the same
My secret love my pen,
Without you there is no goal I can achieve.

©
© RGN - Nov./19/10
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
Judy went online to do what she usually do,
As a teenage girl looking for a lover  to make her feel blue.
She was always close to her mother,
Her father would always beat them both,
And at the age of fourteen she thought she needed ****** love the most.
She joined this secret forum somewhere online,
How it came about I don’t know,
But at this place she loved spending time.
Guys would wink at her,
Because of the pictures she had.
Never showed her face though,.
Her friends would tell her that’s bad
Mom and dad never knew that their daughter was sleeping in bed.
Mom would always be in her room when she was sad,
Dad would always be out,
Sleeping with his baby mama,
Releasing his anger when he was mad.
Judy was on the net this time though,
She got a big ****!!!!
Someone told her they want to meet her and to have some fun!
She was ready to take a risk,
About fed up with the things at home.
The man made her feel good,
From talking online with her,
He loved his women who didn’t speak, while they were alone.
He just wanted to get straight to the point and move on.
Mom and dad would be their separate ways on a usual Friday night.
Judy was in luck to have a good time tonight.
The man gave her an address and promised there would be no cameras or lights.
Mom left the house at seven as usual dad was already gone,
Judy went, as the gentleman said, it was and Judy played along.
It was dark and they could see each other bodies but not faces,
They begun their ****** *******.
They touched each other as if they were in love,
And mingled with each other’s hair,
Then a door opened their stood
Judy’s mom another man,
And Judy and her father acting out a love song.
Secret Forum.
RGN 11/16/19
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
In time I will learn how to be faithful.
In time I will learn how to adjust to your human nature.
In time I will know when to touch you.
At the right moment know when to caress you.

In time I will love you.
In time you will play with my emotions.
In time we will dance.
In that time I will be your heart’s desire.

In time I will be loyal to you.
Once upon a time there was love.
Time will correct that.
In time I will leave and will never look back.

In time you will return as a matter fact.
This time it will be the second time around,
And until l learn in time it’ll happen again.
In time I will learn that you’re just fooling with me.

In time I will leave again.
This time left.
In time the future will fast-forward.
In time you will wish you had the power to rewind time.

In time you will see me playing with my kids.
In time you will watch from the shadows as I give my husband a kiss.
In time I will wonder about you my heart not fully healed.
In time your death will come,
It is that time the true love story will be revealed.

But only in time.

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© RGN - Nov./15/10 4:10
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
Information, and technology,
Growing each and every day.
Where can anyone find themselves?
It’s a race through time,
If one continues to think about yesterday,
Caution please stop.
Yesterday is now an imagination,
To the future generation.
To this reality arise.
Arise to be great, and hardworking.
Locked in a box, it is the home.
Choices that were made are now so far gone.
Living in those choices this is where it is at.
Communication afar off,
To distant for a heart attack.
Children play, people laugh.
One find themselves in a ditch,
Money never lasts.
With no one to help,
With problems to face,
Life continues at its own pace.
Unable to control the tempo of life,
One can only dance,
Then life knocks on the door,
Death comes maybe then it’s peace at last.
To another life is given,
Then death shall return,
As time moves on,
There is nowhere to turn.

©
© RGN - Nov./10/10
Robyn Neymour Nov 2010
I encountered a wall.
Looked at my avenues,
And I made a left turn.
Right turns is never,
The best way to go.
To the left I traveled,
Under the left I hid.
With no understanding,
Others doesn’t have advice to give.
Knowledge the passion,
For positive energy,
To achieve.
What am I achieving though?
Nothing seems real.
I’ve driven so long,
Wounded by the hidden darkness,
Underneath my car seat.
I looked up and it started to happen.
A car coming so swiftly,
I didn’t know what to do,
Suffering, anger, joy peace, happiness,
All in one bubble of life,
With me and you,
Love have no breakage only shatters.
If you understand that statement,
You’d understand my dilemma,
But like I said before,
No one could get any understanding,
Of this tale at all.
The Mac Truck hits me,
And I’m back in my daze.
With nowhere to turn,
I die in amaze.
Now I’m alive,
With nowhere to turn.

© RGN
© RGN - Nov./10/10
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