Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Feb 2013

Love has no boundaries,
When it comes to you and me,
I’d rather break more limbs together
Than to climb the highest tree,
Without you.

Creativity you are,
In its highest prospective,
You are a ball player,
Somehow love has connected,
In our play time.

I’m sure you remember,
Scratching each other’s back,
We got so tired of each other,
The sunlight would dim,
Until our eyelids showed black.

Your laughter,
A joy it, brings to my soul.
Once it was annoying,
But annoyance turned into,
Memories that would be told.

You are a human being,
I’ve seen you shed a tear,
As your older sibling,
It only pushed me to be stronger,
So that I can show you how much I care.

I believe in you,
Your struggles and your efforts,
To overcome,
You are an inspiration to me,
Remembering you are God’s Son.

Positivity will never fall behind,
In a trail that you blaze,
Your footsteps will be the next mark,
Of the followers,
That you will raise.

It takes two to tango,
You handle us three very well,
You me and Miah,
A bond that no other three,
Will ever share.

So to you my kind-hearted,
Little "Big" brother,
Remember to love,
Because you are the product,
That was sent from above.

Love your “Little” big sister.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Nov 2012

Complicated

Isn’t it interesting,
Or rather a complicated thing,
When we want something and get it,
But when we do get it,
We don’t want it,
Because we can cherish it no longer.

We love it and yearn for it,
Almost every day from a distance,
Then we hold it ,
And at that point,
It’s an everlasting memory.
Waiting to be demolished,
By our thoughts of tomorrow.

Complicated is it not,
When the heart wants to love,
But the mind disagrees,
And your body wants to give in,
But your soul won’t agree,
And your left to wonder in your subconscious.

Then you give in or you don’t,
You begin to ponder on the could’ve been,
Or I should’ve done it this way or the next,
And your mind becomes weak,
While your heart has already been,
From jump street fatally wounded.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Nov 2012

I Miss Missing (III)

The tempted touch of a beautiful red rose,
Caressing across your skin
At the midnight hour,
Only to remember the kiss,
Takes your mind eons away,
From the present gravity.

You miss the kind gentle touch of the sun,
Stroking against your face,
As you bathe in its warm delight.
The stars begin to come out,
As the sun sets in the western sky,
And become one with the end of the ocean.

Your telephone rings and you leap for joy,
It’s just another caller on the line,
Not the ghost you’re looking for,
You become completely unsatisfied.
You drop back in a daze as you reminisce,
On what was, or was it..

The mild breeze calms your soul,
As your mind begins to run wild,
Searching for those eyes,
In the twilit sky,
That soothes you when you’re angry,
Or lose yourself In the peace that it brings.

You cast away your soul,
Into the imaginative darkness great abyss,
As you linger,
Searching for the thing you can’t put your finger,
But the substance is tangible,
Making you feel an infinite source of defeat.

Then it’s there,
The thing you’re searching, for,
Staring you in your face,
You want to reach for it,
But the weight you carried,
Burned your feet but didn't deny your passion.

You finally compose yourself,
You reach out for it,
Then it disappears.
You laugh and sadness fills your soul,
For the joy that your thoughts brought,
Happiness reaches for your heart.

Tears begin to trickle your cheek,
And reaches out for your smile.
For the thing that you were missing once was,
The thing that you hold now exists,
Life is in front of you,
So hold the future and him you won’t miss.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Nov 2012

I Miss Missing (II)

Sweet chocolate,
Rubbing across my lips,
The juicy taste of chocolate,
Deepening in my taste buds,
Fulfilling my crave.
I open my mouth wider,
To bite more of my chocolate,
And it disappears out of thin air.
No love to the man,
That found wisdom,
In the taste buds of his tongue,
To enrich us with different types,
Of chocolate not just one.
I’ve imagine the deep thoughts,
Of the desire it gives to me,
The words it would speak,
The way it would make me feel.
Not speaking about chocolate,
It’s not the obvious thing,
But the kiss of the kisses,
What joy it would bring.
The length of an Oh Henry,
Hanging from chocolate strawberries,
IT entices me.
Bring joy to my soul,
Expressed in a milky-way,
That would be me.
Hershey’s chocolate ready willing,
To give in to some white chocolate,
As it works the Kit-Kat,
While snickers delight in some Cocoa Beans..
I miss it not the chocolate,
Neither the wine, dine and grind,
Of the delicious chocolate delight.
I miss the missing,
To touch it, to hold it,
Would be new,
Because the unknown is to love,
For the mere fact that you never tasted it.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Nov 2012

I Miss Missing (I)

I miss it,
The thing that ticks.
Oh no wait,
The thing that switches on,
And make the click sound.

I miss the terror of the night,
The comfort that lays on my bedside.
I miss the rain,
Being drench in the water creating the perfect scene.
I miss the cool layers of an ice cream,

I lick it once and its mouth-watering,
I lick it again,
And it sooth me.
I miss the blistering sunny day,
Just a drive,

Or to have karaoke,
Making it the perfect beach day.
Then I miss the missing,
In total absolute awe of the thought,
Although I ‘m missing right now.

I’m missing the part of me,
That yearns for a delicious touch,
Maybe then Santa Clause will bring me some luck.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Nov 2012

I want to love again.

I want to feel the air you breathe,
No touch of romance,
But your eyes I want to see.

I want to feel the way your heart beats,
Just to be content,
With the words your voice speak.

I want my face to be lit,
Even threw our negativity,
So that my soul can preach.

I want you to be able,
To ignite my heart on fire,
So that it can blaze through the night.

See your eyes twinkle,
As a glass for the stars
at midnight.

Your aura will be distinct,
If we’re in a crowd of millions,
As if I’m tranquilized to defeat.

Connection to the soul,
Will bring us to the ground,
As time unwinds.

So to love will be forever,
Until you disappear,
So I’m waiting for you love,
To **** reappear.

© Robyn Neymour

Robyn Neymour Oct 2012

Opening Up to Someone.

I've created a new genre.
Different strokes for different folks.
Colour painted memories,
Written on beautiful flowers
That blossom when only,
Visionary eyes can see.

I've created my own dusk to dawn.
Lost within time itself.
I wake up to the blessing of the morn.
I’m faded by beauty.
Counted by numerous
Living things.

I only can tell that my reality is real,
When your viewing from a distance,
Where you can’t be seen.
I’m distorted by the ambiance,
Because I can feel you’re there.
I’m lost;
Stuck to pins.
My mind’s unclear.

I’ve opened up to my dark soul,
To embrace your loving heart,
I can’t tell the traces,
Of a- once trampled on- broken heart.
So I will love you in defeat,
Until my eyes turn red.
Because I’ve counted many characters,
But your blood isn't theirs.

So I've opened up to beauty,
I lived with the dark,
Only to open up to someone,
That could take away my heart.

© Robyn G Neymour