Go Away Forever but Please do Remember to Come Back

The air humid
As a gust
Of wind
Rides gently across the pores of my face.

The dust that
 I hid in
My palm
Gently swam away in the melody that flowed with the wind.

Enriched with
Delightful
Elegance
I assume that the dust will never return to hurt my eyes again.

It made
My palms
Very sweaty
But kept them warm in time of need.

You’d come with your inconspicuous ways,
That only I would notice because I was always with you.
Translation you’re a direct arrow to my blind heart that really never had eyes.

You tortured the aura of my complete being,
That never understood my own imagination that ran wild.
Therefore I suffered; yes I suffered because my soul now felt divided and condemned.

At the touch of a painful sharp cotton that comprise my thoughts,
I uttered the very words I thought; I thought I could never say to you leave get out
I don’t want to ever see you again in my entire life don’t leave a sound here when you go out that door

Before you left you turned around,
Surely without a sound you looked into my eyes,
And in that moment I wanted you to come back to return as my lover again.

© Robyn G Neymour

Blizzard of Life

Conquering the mind is the human that is unseen,

And we become victims of our thoughts.
Hearts' unable to speak,
Though their emotions burst out,
Like black paint getting thrown on white walls.

Then they call out to us "Color Blind".
Cool, challenging, optimistic thoughts,
Unable to defend the bruised eyes and the fearful fingers,
That brush gently along the rough edges of its challenge,
Success to the forgotten soul,
Rings like a loud echo following a vacant darkness.

Indeed the delight of brokenness,
Is treasured and stored in the back of the mind,
Calling out to its very best friend, “Hopelessness”.
Heart still unable to speak out loud,
Almost unable to move.

Then suction takes place.
The impurities begin to dance and mingle,
With those major veins in the heart,
And the bruised eyes,
Finally express the bed of painful roses.

Every gulp that is take,
Feels like rusty iron filled with pricks,
Sliding down our windpipes,
That feels like its directly to the heart.
A blizzard that we could never see our way out of,
Until it passes over.

© Robyn G Neymour

I Understand Your Tears

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 f 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.

© Robyn G Neymour