A sticky note reads:
I tried my best to put these in order, but some of them are probably wrong -Nadine.

Below, torn up, ink-stained, and crumpled notes are organized on the table
LAMPLIGHT
The light of a lamp
Feels ever so bright at night
I let it guide me.

MISLEAD
The lamp mislead me
Under a darkened night sky
I shouldnt be alone.

SCREAMS
I hear things at night
They smell of the blight
They give me a fright
When I get them in sight
Ill call someone with insight.

PROFRESSOR [sic]
Illustrious, and witty
He came to stay with me
To do what he could
And preach what I should
His voice ever so gritty.

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They call me an epicenter
They say it will get worse
I am worried
I do not want them to enter
The creatures of darkened source
I want them to be studied. 

POEMS
I work on poems
Because it is all I know
I can't stop now.

LONELY
The professors from far away
They did not visit today
I wonder wherever they have went
So I write a sad limerick
I wonder what they had to say.
    
DENIZENS 
Why wont they let me be
DON'T LET THEM IN
He preaches
But I didn't listen to his speeches.

MY LOVE
My tears fall out the door
Over the hill, across the floor
Only my love could heal my wounds
Naught, she says, as she looms.

THE WINDOW
Whats that at the windows
It looks a lovely widow
Shes very dark
With features stark
A lover or a foe?

STUDIES
They work away every night
Trying to figure out
A solution they will not doubt
I think youll find them quite bright
They say theyll fix my blight
Solve our issues and our plight
But theyre only here to get her out
They are enemies of the night.
          
BLESSED
How blessed I am to be alive
Stalked by the sky
I love my life
I will be happy the day when she arrives
How glad I am that she pries
I have grown comfortable with this life
Every day for her I will raise my knife
Soaring into her greatness, I will fly
How blessed I am to be alive.

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Trapped in a cage like a dove
I thought I was in love.