Count me to the rivers that cry in the moon lit nights,
That drowns in the solace of midnights terror.

Crave like the ravens that are driven by hunger,
Seek to take away my essentials that enables me to live.

Cry hunger to my wounded soul,
That is cursed by the terrors of thorny clouds.

Capture my thoughts by scornful bushes,
Drenched in anger, in rage.

Cast the spell of love,
To defeat me.

So that I may die,
In evanesce.

© Robyn G Neymour

Inconceivable thoughts of an inhumane mind,
Lock itself away inside the master "Pandora's Love".
The tragedy that seeks refuge in time of knowledge,
Never reaches to the point of understanding.
The challenge of the Rubik’s Cube,
Seek for the capacity of an enormous IQ.
But isn’t it just
Isn’t it just,
A cube with colors.
The controversy of a married man;
The oxymoron of his tale.
Interesting is it not,
After Eve bit the apple,
Adam put her up for sale.
Its karaoke time,
Yeah,
Why do we sing other people’s songs,
And believing what they say,
When we have our own birth of songs in us,
We speak it every day.
Thoughts that challenge the mind most of us never say.


© Robyn G Neymour

Me, myself never was good at picking a title,
For any poem or even the skit that I wrote.
I’d often struggle to entertain my readers,
By capturing their intriguing eyes with a title.

Though I thought I was unfortunate,
I thought of someone that would be,
In a worst case scenario.
This person is “I”.

Bitter sweet essence,
Of an unforgivable life.
“I” would often forget,
Its present and past within seconds.

“I” would constantly come in contact with “Remember”,
But often forget his friend “When”.
Life’s precautious boundaries,
Would never let “I” choose the course.

“I” would only have options life gave.
Instead “I” would only live to groan,
To become the victim of another circumstance,
Because “Remember” left “I” after  completely forgetting “When”.

Sorrow passive to the soul,
“I” would speak about a unforgettable title,
That would only whisk away,
Me, and myself.


© Robyn G Neymour

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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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

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.

A storm will travel through the night,
Through the day and its envious light.
Casting precious moments,
On a loved one’s soul,
Either lost or stories that will unfold.
Treasure peeks the storms eye,
Drifting through its trouble cry.
Sun light potentially darkening its day,
Mother nature worry,
For a different way.
Destruction at the tip of its fingers,
Moving through troubled winds,
Exhausting all its limits,
The storm decides to spin.
What seems like,
An everlasting storm in limbo,
Is just a walk across the street,
To another friend.

©

Robyn G. Neymour

Summer days won’t be summer anymore.
No more time for play.
Occasionally drink;
No,
Nothing from the lips,
The heart will not say.
Entitled thoughts,
Only a fool with think,
In those day.
But you will be dwelling in the past,
Every summer day.
There will be no now,
For tomorrows.
Not even a candle lit sight,.
Romantic evenings bring darkness,
And over cast skies,
Not even light,
Summer days are now darkened,
But yet shows simplicity,
The affair is over,
Candle lit gravity.

© Robyn G Neymour

Green, Brown, Red, Blue and Clear,
Are the colors of their tears.

Earth cries.
The Sky Sings,
The heart Swallows,
Air the wind brings.

Contaminated silence,
That creates joyful pain.
Disguises itself into dusty shadows,
Which forms cannot be contained.

Innocent pink lips,
Yellow enchanted bruises,
Taste the beautiful innocence,
Of sparkling black scars.

So break the gold,
Of my shattered heart.
So that I may entice you,
With my tears.

Take me away,
And let me drain,
Beautiful raindrops,
That expresses my fear.

Rainbow delight,
Is what you would see,
If you delight your face,
In the inner me.

I am the enemy.
At least that is what you said.
But you feel and taste to,
The color of tears.

© Robyn G Neymour

Past possessions,
Of an altered ego,
Display themselves gently,
On the highest roof top of the square,
Swaying themselves gently with the wind.

Whispered thoughts,
Of their inanimate minds,
Creep into the creativity,
Of the world’s implemented desires,
Capturing and poisoning the human mind.

To look is without faith,
In breach of a contract,
That is perfectly indefinite,
To the things that we can’t reach,
In the end they are perfectly intangible.

Like love,
To whom the soul cries.
Though we can’t see,
Emotions we imply,
We feel.

Tears of jubilance,
Tears of war,
Tears of courtesy,
Tears of  envy,
Tears of more.

To take the time,
To tell the tale,
Tells thee,
That tears travail,
Today.

© Robyn G Neymour

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.

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It’s irritating,
When words seem to be
Unfaithful blemishes
Of yesterday’s past,
And a constant annoyance,
Unwitting today’s unknown.

To think about your what if’s,
And should don’ts of,
Repetitive reminders from the scars,
Engraved in you’re witty,
But beating heart is a daring,
Challenge to an unfaithful mind.

The fear to hold joy,
When a dark rose neglects,
The power of a white one,
In it’s purified significance,
Unveiling the worth and,
And the death of its own demise.

But no one realizes the faithful
Beauty of a dark rose.
To sting, to warn to challenge,
To be truthful to the subconscious,
Of the heart that also has protection,
Held and brace by pericardium.

Even the heart needs to be comforted,
And the mind in need of consolation,
So remove the stones blocking your eyes,
From your visual death,
Of growth and compassion,
Love is blind,
The mind is weak.

Then there is fear,
You can overcome.
So overcome it,
With the passion in your eyes,
The smile that you have,
For the very truth of your wellbeing.

Hurricanes came,
We still survived.
Price tags,
Hang over our lives.
We argue over money,
And forget to live to love.
Remembering every stranger,
Gentle as a dove.
We the people,
Want a raise.
Make more money,
It will end our crave.
Lower the price of living,
Throughout the world.
Maybe then we’ll be able,
To feed every little boy and girl.
Stop polluting the earth,
Maybe we’ll save more lives.
Instead of contradicting our speech,
With our actions,
And have  them on one accord,
Maybe then the earth will rise.

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