Where The Hell is This Coming From?

In The Isolation Chamber
There's a girl inside
A dirty cage, she sighs.
She's a lonely one.
Her past can't be undone.
With no one to witness, she cries.
With no one, alone, she'll die.

Broken spirit of another starlet torn.
Broken hearted for this moment she has longed
For the spirit of another so she can leave.
Here, the broken are screaming to be set free.
Won't you please save me?

Lies of treasures never known.
The aching and the breaking
Until you have nothing more.
A promise of acceptance
How do they know that's
All you want?

There's a girl inside
A dirty world. She writes
Of the hope she still holds
As her future slowly unfolds.
With no one to witness, she smiles.
With no one, alone, she'll try.

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Once again, I'm not sure where the fuck this came from. D: More angsty, with a hint of hopefulness teenage poetry. Written from the same vein as Sam[one of the poems in that obnoxiously long post of poetry I posted back in January]. Except I'd like to think this one is a little more internal conflict-y while the other was more of a narrative.

Update on Rhiannon's life: SPRING BREAK IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.

This Love Isn't Good Unless It's Me and You

You're Still The One
The tears you cry are the knives in my heart.
Every time you scream, it tears me apart.
After all the pain, am I still the one you love?
After all of these years, you’re still the one.

Rocking to sleep, and kissing in darkness
Hearing you sigh, it’s always the hardest
Part of our love. It’s never been easy, I know.
After all of these years, we’ve not lost hope.

I breakdown and leave you. My heart cannot take this.
You yell and we argue. It never can break us.
Our lives are so crazy, yet there’s nothing to gain.
The world’s always changing, but one thing stays the same.

Rocking to sleep, and laughing through hardships
Seeing you smile, we’re back where we started.
With you holding my hand, I know I’m still in love.
After all of these years, you’re still the one. <3

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Okay, so this poem is actually written about somebody and something, but I accidentally turned it into a romantic love rather than my platonic love for the person it was written for. Probably because I just really liked the line "kissing in darkness". And because I was listening to Tegan and Sara, who make my world go 'round, you[and by you I'm talking to the total of two people who read this bullshit] should check them out. This poem bears an unfortunate resemblance to the same themes of their song "I Know I Know I Know". They should sue me. XD

God I wish I could come up with more original material. >.<

Wait, They Don't Love You Like I Love You

I Just Hope You Know

Eyelashes batting from a battered heart
Lovely girl, you're a work of art.
I just hope you know
He doesn't want you.

Dark red lipstick on your precious lips
Hungry girl, no more than this
I just hope you know
He doesn't want you.

Tell me I can't understand
That we're just friends
Tell me I don't stand a chance
I just hope you know

Rejection pains for the painted veil
Lonely girl, only time will tell
I just hope you know
He doesn't love you
I just hope he knows
You'll never love him
Like I do.

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This is what happens when I listen to insane amounts of Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Howie Day. And I am aware that there are bits that could be interpreted as slightly homoerotic, but deal with it. That was totally unintentional. To me it feels more like song lyrics than a poem. Idk, I'm just really in this musical mood.

Aghh it's spring break. Time for doing nothing. :D

If I Loved You Today

Free Fall
With my fingers trembling,
I stand at the end of the world.
I'm longing to be free,
But my knees buckle inwards.
In my head, I argue that I should wait for another day.
So I take a step back.

The ledge is begging me to jump.
For once, take a chance.
The world holds me back,
Chained to a life of discontent.
My head swears I’d jump were there some one to catch me.
I turn to walk back home.

No.

An about face, I run swiftly
With the wind rushing through my hair.
For once in my life,
The chatter in my head is silenced.
The cliff cheers me on, and like a bird, I spring into the sky—
And fall, eyes open, into the unknown.

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The above poem is utter crap. I wrote it in first period a couple days ago. I definitely wasn't going to post it here, but Helen was bitching at me to update. So this is what you get. :P

It's getting all spring-ish outside. It makes me happy. :D

I's not a Dinosaur

This world you see is a dark cesspool of revolting scum. We're zombies, unwilling to feel. We'd rather hide behind our drugs. All of us from grungy junkies to beaten housewives with their Valium. In barcaloungers, with our king-size fast food clutched in hand, we'd rather watch television than be alive, and yet we're all afraid to die. Children starving in foreign worlds, five-cents for a life? Adolescents starving for attention in a world of true strife. Fundamentalists on TV preaching about some all-powerful God, needing you to pay a sacred price. And you, Nietzsche-wannabe, smugly smirking, pretending to be better than the rest of us. All because you know how to whine about all of society's flaws?

Above any of the other zombies that roam this Earth, I pity your lack of life.