"A Presence", By: Jazz 8E

 There I sat, all alone

 In the emptiness of my home.

But something else was there,

A feeling that my mind should bear

That I was being watched with great disdain

 A presence that would never refrain.

I told myself, "It's all in my head,"

But the feeling would not let up. 

I locked the door to my room tight

Hoping it would soon all take flight. 

But the window, so clearly in sight

Was my only source of dread and fright. 

For something passed by outside, 

With long black hair, and a neck so wide. 

The neck seemed to stretch longer..

and longer..

and longer.....

and longer..

... 

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"One Last Kiss", by: Jazz 8E

 One Last Kiss

I cannot hold you any longer.

I cannot love you any longer.

My heart cannot endure it.

The pain, the hurt, to bear it.

But before all things are done.

Give me just one last kiss.

Before I end it all with you.

Before our love has run its course.

Before we say our final words.

One last kiss, I beg of course.

I love you, but I hate you.

You made me love, then you betrayed.

The love I had for you is gone.

But one last kiss, I must obtain.

We've come so far, it's true.

But now it's time to say goodbye.

I wish things could be different.

Just one last kiss, and then we're done.

I cannot hold you any longer.

I will never love you any longer.

For I have to let you go.

With one last kiss, is all i wish.

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"My Little Flower", by: Jazz 8E and Trista 9E

Within my grasp is a seed, layed it still, clothed with soil in a pot.

Just what I need, there, soon, raised a sprout.

My little crimson red flower, red as love.

Rained it water, just enough.

My little flower, no longer so little.

I sat still, watching it as it tinkle.

My little flower has bloomed.

At last, I am no longer in gloom.

My little flower, it does not look in the slightest, well.

Full of sorrow, caged within what is my home, how unhappy it is, I can tell.

Curled, placed still inside.

" I won't let it out ", that was what I decided.

My little flower... My dear wilted.

From gold to dust, it faded

My little flower... I'm sorry.

For treating you so filthy.

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