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The Park Bench by RobertJamesA, literature

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The Park Bench

Upon a park bench in midday spring A rush of jubilance, I became. For I knew not what that moment would bring As she giggled and told me her name. Such a name I dare not forget As we painted a blithesome vignette. A glint, a sigh, at passersby Regarding us with covetous eyes. With an allure transcending the sky She evoked my heart to swiftly rise. Soon thereafter, I felt renewed As newfound love had ensued. Constructed from mere steel and pine Yet it beckoned us for a respite, As we shared a bottle of wine On a most resplendent night. A lovely tableau with eyes aglow From a beauty the park bench bestow On those gray mornings I sat alone The park bench felt as cold as ice. Upon my solitary throne I felt no sense of paradise. Then she sat beside me once more Upon the park bench we adore. The park bench stood as our sanctuary As the seasons eroded its foundation, Yet its integrity was far from ordinary Until I heard my love’s lamentation. She pointed at the ground in despair For the

Beyond the Night by RobertJamesA, literature

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Beyond the Night

What lies beyond the night? This elfin glance soliloquy, Of aching words upon my tongue. However young, her beauty be, I plea to she in silent plight. What lies beyond the night? This void that swells and dwells, Yet never quells the ardent memory. I’m beseeched to thee by such spells As the sprite foretells the blight. What lies beyond the night? This artless thought held so dear. A reincarnation born from rot. This fragile heart pulsates with fear, As I adhere her eyes alight. What lies beyond the night? This moonlit muse softly subdues, To allay our besotted ballet. To be bemused by a bittersweet ruse I stagger and fray amidst the fight. What lies beyond the night? This dark allure of our demure. Call unto thee a forlorn pet So faithful, yet so obscure You wrote the tomes I now recite. What lies beyond the night? This feeling sharply beckons, As delicate confessions ensue. Hold true these precious seconds Her veil doth fail with contrite. What lies beyond the night? This

The Spider and I by RobertJamesA, literature

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The Spider and I

I lie here still with somber eyes Then I see you crawling below. “My first visitor,” my heart cries But will I see you tomorrow? I hate this place beyond compare I’m surrounded by voices I detest. It’s all too much for my mind to bear This cell of indefinite unrest. The days inch by for the spider and I As we regard each other’s existence. “I wish I was you,” I say with a sigh Then I sulk in the utter subsistence. These bars and walls reflect no vitality Yet I stare at them for hours on end. Combined they form a brutal reality. One which compels my spirit’s descend. I hear a girl weeping ju

Rainy Day by Savannah-Morris, literature

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Rainy Day

Such a strange thing the rain I'd say I mean not in the classic sense A window on a rainy day Is nothing but short of intense You sit there curious about being When on a cloudy day it comes You don't hear it at first pouring Only once you reach for the rum Peculiar is the word I'd use It seems easier to deduce When you're washing down a bottle And ignoring the Holy Bible How curious to think about life When rain pours down on us with rife Unconscious it may be to think Watching the rain, I just can't blink Have you noticed that strange feeling The one you get when you're thriving It comes with the clouds and the rain It comes and you jus

Break up by Savannah-Morris, literature

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Break up

If I could have just one more day I wonder if that'd be enough To watch you smile and hear you say How much love is unfair and rough But I can't bare to let you go I burn, I weep, I need to know Will you return and make me whole Or scorch my heart and let me fall This time I fear I cannot wait For you see, this is surely fate My eyes tear up when I'm with you Yet burn for I cannot touch you What I'd give to feel you again There are no words I can express Only actions and much to gain So do this with me, please say Yes

The Final Time by RobertJamesA, literature

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The Final Time

I hear your voice speak unto me Whilst I lie among the broken. For I’m the wretch to your sanctuary Who fears the words you haven’t spoken. I’ve died a million deaths Been reborn a million ways. I’ve breathed a million breaths And sheltered a million strays. Throughout my intransient misery I fray and shudder in your absence, To such a degree of shivery I loathe the looming silence. I’ve shed a million tears Over a million faces. I’ve traveled a million years Throughout a million places. I try to peer through fog of doubt Whether it builds to walls of pain. Like a priesthood, so devout I doth not harbor