Keep Forgetting

Storm

The clouds darken; the air, it stills
Can't you taste coming? It's nearly here.
But we still walk down a dusty road
Going nowhere.

Raindrops drip down on my head.
I yearn for our warm, soft blanket.
So I turn back to head inside
But you lay me down on a bed of dirt
And say good night.

Watching you walk away, I know the truth
There's nothing left that can be done
As the rain pours down.
I won't get up.
I just close my eyes
And sink into the mud.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
You walk alone on a dusty road
Headed home.
Say goodnight.

---

That was written back in early May. I came across it and decided I needed to post it.

Random Poetry Written While I Should've Been Taking Algebra Notes

Today

You asked me if I missed you
I said, "I do.
But not as much
As I miss your truck."
But just my luck.
For that smart remark to cost me
Getting you back.

Feed Me

Rumbling, grumbling,
Pleading - "Please feed me!"
The stomach begins to growl
Its acid is churning,
Burning away its walls.
It screams and cries
"I'm going to die!
If you don't get some food
Down here some time soon!"
And who would believe
Underneath such a beautiful figure
Lives the saddest little stomach?
So, please feed the models.

[I was so hungry when I wrote that. XD]

Ghost

In my room, there's a ghost
He isn't that scary, but he still bugs me.
Cold, lifeless, without a form,
Floating and judging my every move.

I say "Go away, Mr. Ghost.
Everybody else has gotten on with their lives.
I don't need your haunting reminding me
Of who I used to be."

But the Ghost says nothing.
He just stays in the same place
Coldly reminding me of you
In my room.

Of Freedom and Blankets

I have blankets that smother
And swallow me up, softly,
Killing me inside.

I'd rather you not hold me.
Your strong arms will crush
The air out of my lungs.

But don't get me wrong, I do love you.
I just need my space.

Come Home! (I Miss You)

Like a helpless housewife,
I stay up to all hours of the night,
Waiting for you to come home,
Hoping you'll be alright.

Though I know you don't care,
I'll still wait here,
Hoping you will come home
Before the break of day.

You never do.

--

I had Oh, Avalanche by Gregory and The Hawk stuck in my head while writing these so they probably have an odd beat to them.

On a related note, I'm still hungry and have No idea what we're going over in Algebra.

I Live To Let You Shine

"but you can skyrocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy
far from here with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by"
-"Boats and Birds" by Gregory and The Hawk

The Locket
I was under pressure, when I heard his lies.
I was head-heels deep, when we said goodbye.
Never breathed a word, locked it all away,
Vowed I'd take my locket to the grave.
And in the dark I left my locket rust.
Swore to God never again would I trust
The lies of men as they lie next to me
Begged the world to let me go free.

I was spinning out, needed something new.
I was losing hope, when I first met you.
Nearly lost my mind, talked the night away
Dusted off my locket, thought I'd never say.
Hard as I tried, I couldn't get it opened.
The words inside, felt like an explosion
Of hurt and pain, the feelings flowing out.
So I hid myself among my fear and self-doubt.

But you saw through it,
Tore the locket from my hands.
I screamed and cried,
But you wouldn't give it back.
You pulled and tugged,
Wouldn't stop until it broke.
The light poured out,
And you embraced the exposed.

--

Fuck.

I wish I were better at writing these. I hate how bad I am at getting the words out. I really need to find a better way to express myself.

Last night I really realized how I felt about something. I'm probably not going to talk about it on here or even write bad poetry about it. It's not a big deal. Let's just say that I might not have gotten what I wanted out of it, but instead, I got something priceless. For that, I'm very grateful. :3 And really I don't have any room to whine, recently my life has been going rather easy.

On a similar note, I also let go of something I've been holding onto for a very long time. It was unhealthy. I'd been misplacing the blame for a very long time, when really all that matters is that it happened and that I need to move on because everyone else has.

Note: the title/lyrics at the beginning have nothing to do with the poem. I just really love that song. A Wish is also an amazing song by them.

Music You Should Check Out:
-Gregory and the Hawk [band]
-The Hazards of Love [album] by The Decemberists
-Tegan and Sara [band]
-The Mario Kart Love Song. :3
-My Brightest Diamond [band]
-Eisley [band]
-The Dolly Song by Holly Dolly. XD

Written for Creative Writing. Freshman Year

Miss Autumn's my favorite.

Sonnet for a Soldier

"Oh, listen to the sound silence that fills
For endless time is standing so still here
I can see forever through these long hills
Stay ever close to me tonight my dear.

It is hard to say when I shall return
I know not if Fate is harsh, but know please
That every night I am away I'll yearn
For fair maiden whom angels call Louise."

This is what he told me before he went
To fight for our children to grow up free.
So many days I smiled thought I felt spent.
The men returned, but he, I couldn't see.

Then out from the crowd, the beautiful sight,
An angel with revolver came forward so bright.

Miss Autumn

Who killed Miss Autumn?
For that beautiful hair of auburn
Lays fallen on the floor.
To rise again nevermore

Was it Miss Summer, jealous of her smile?
Or was it Miss Spring, her bitter rival?
Oh but whom of these is the most bitter?
Why none other than Miss Winter!

For Winter must've strangled Autumn
With those hands cold as icicles become
Oh how could that cruel mistress end it all
How could someone watch end of Fall?

Repetitions

Teach me how
To live in a sea of black
Please crush my spirit
Make me like one of the pack

Teach me how
To tease timid little mice
With catty remarks my claws
I'll have no reason, I'm as cold as ice

Teach me how
To rage against my life
Make my happy thoughts
Turn to thoughts of toil and strife.

But ha! not me! I am alive
I don't wish to live to die
I live for today may be my last
No time to sulk, life goes to fast

I'll dance though the crowd may stare
I'll love the ones you desert
I'll sing even if all can hear
I'll live like it's Heaven on Earth

The Image of a Young Bride

Her radiance shines and lights
Which ever room she graces.
And when the setting sun blazes
Through a window, it glorifies her might.
Then she greets the night:
The moonlight she embraces.
Dressed in a nightgown full of laces,
She is a precious sight.

With elegance, morning breaks,
Peeking through the window.
Slowly, Sleeping Beauty wakes
Next to a man with his voice so low.
Her dainty hands, his rough ones take.
They have forever for their love to grow.

A Foggy Morning

Stealthy as a cat, creeping cross the floor,
He walks past his young wife sleeping like a dog.
To make his way to open the front door,
And as he does, he disappears into the fog.

With each step, his heart grew sadder
As he lived up to his fatal mistake.
She could not know of this matter
So he must look like a flake.

Through the fog, the church bell did ring.
So proud and true the sound!
Suddenly his foe with grace did spring!
The man fell silent upon the ground.

Now with each passing day, the young widow's heart grows sore.
For she will never know that his love for her shall grow forever more.

---

I had a flair for the dramatic. >.> We were going over Shakespeare in English at the time too.

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.

--

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

--

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.

--

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.

--

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

Today I Hate Myself

A Fairy Tale Ending
A princess in a castle,
Waiting for a knight to save her.
An impatient distressed damsel,
She had won my farm boy's favor.

He felt he had no chance
So I helped him reach the tower's top.
Now I watch the wedding dance,
And plead this cruel world to stop.

--

Ignore the absolute crappiness of this poem. I was watching Princess Bride and being a mopey child.

Save Me, Tom Cruise

Perfection
You kiss me eyes closed
The world stands still
My heart explodes like a firework sky

All I've wanted.

You kiss me eyes closed
I'm so close to being her
Same hair, same build, same silly grin

All you've wanted.

I kiss you eyes closed
Because I can have you
When I believe our beautiful lie.

It's perfect.

---

I haven't written anything of quality in such a long time. >.< Then I just sat down and wrote this. I'm so proud of it.

Anyhow, I hope you liked it and your life is filled with nothing but happiness.

I'm in a really good mood.

Life, Save the Empty

Today, Yesterday

You wrapped your arms around me

And it took my breath away.

It felt like not a single meaningless day had passed

Since you last held me.

Like it was only yesterday.

When we finally let go, you turned

And you introduced me to her.

A flawless porcelain doll, beaming, loving you

With all of her naive heart

Like there was no day but today

You told her that we were old friends

And I understand why you did.

But seeing you, seeing her, I couldn’t help wonder

What our lives would be like

If you loved me like you did yesterday

Had we been the real deal, true love,

And do you really love her?

Could we have been as happy as you are with her?

Do I still love you?

No.

Not today.

I Told You I'd Write It

Six Strings
Black, plastic, with six little strings
Which sing and bring that smile
To her face, every time he plays
That guitar. A smile, once broken
Such a long time ago, by the one
Who played four strings.

My friend asked me what she should write a poem about. I suggested her boyfriend's guitar. (What? It's a kick-ass guitar. xD) Anyhow, she shot the idea down rather quickly. So I said I'd write a poem about it. And she dismissed it.

So I wrote this to spite her. I actually think it's pretty good.

Nice Girls Finish Last

Desperation was an understatement.
He was everything she ever wanted.

A lover, a friend, a heart ache.

Boys, it's true what they say.
All girls want bad boys.

Nice guys finish last.

Sometimes he'd pray she'd change her mind.
Until then, they were just friends.

Just friends.

That's all nice guys ever are.
Friends.

She would rather be with a bad boy.
Because all girls want a bad boys.

Except for you.

You never wanted a bad boy.
But what did the nice guy tell you?

Let's be friends.
Just friends.

At least bad boys only use you.

---

Mehhhh, this really isn't pertaining to what most people would probably think it is. Like this poem-like thing is zero-percent personal. I've just always thought it was hypocritical how some guys complain about girls only wanting bad boys, when they themselves only want "broken girls."

I have a whole theory on it. Maybe I'll post it on here some time.

Oh, No, No, No.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs always make me happy.

I Believe I'm Going to be Alright
You showed me a secret house in a dark forest.
I believed that made me different.
You showed me a person beneath all the metal
I believed that made me special.

I told you something I thought I'd never say.
You believed it wouldn't work out that way.
You told me were better off as friends
I believe that you were right.

Wow Rhiannon, way not to be obvious. xD

What I Do When I Should Be Taking Notes

Sam

He sat behind me in English class
So cute, rambunctious, bold, and brash
Poor me, I never even stood a chance
Like the waves to the sand
I crashed to my Sam.

His craftiness really was a work of art
I should’ve known right from the start
But his claws dug into my lonely heart
And a heart sang a song for Diane
Diane and her Sam.

Afraid of losing him, I went out against myself
Couldn’t bear to think of him with someone else
Of these feelings he knew, and he used it well
Like life gives all that it can
I gave it all to my Sam.

In darkness, my tongue was swollen
Without a goodbye, he left me broken
Without a kiss nor loving word spoken
Days, weeks, months did pass
I told no one of my Sam.

Yet the truth came flooding doubts
By gloating word of a vile mouth.
And all I loved did shut me out
None even tried to understand
What really happened between me and
That Sam.

Blue-Gray

There’s something so cruel
About that cold gray river
It’s mystifying and underlying
The bottom line is it’s unbearable
Thinking about my river
And the day your eyes
Were blue.

Air

I believe it was you with whom I sat
We listened to music and you told me that
Life was a game and not to fear the flame
Ignore the stares, but remember how to care
Just breathe, breathe in the air.

Life Imitates Art

If I were blessed with unhappiness
Your touch could take away the blue.
When I am cursed, I know the cure
Can be found sitting next to you

Your laugh must be witchcraft
For I’m captive to your smile
In your car under all the stars
You make the aches worthwhile

Life, they say, is not fair
I’ll have to agree with them there
And were life to imitate art
I’d paint me holding your heart.

Fire

You eat up all things in a greedy haste
Yet you have an appealing taste
For when I’m lost, cold, and scorned
I turn to you to keep me warm.

[Untitled]

Tragic, yes
For a child to understand
That their hero
In the end, is only a man

[Also Untitled]

Thinking again of
A star I swore I’d forget
I can’t help hoping.

[I was working on haikus in English class]

It is a life of
Laughter, tears, terror, and joy
And elusive love

The Lich King

The Lich King sits on his throne

And the hobgoblins surround

In darkness they do grow

Underneath the ground

Man has not seen but knows

Evil is all around.

When man is overthrown

The Lich King will astound

Hark! As the end is near

All children quake in fear

The horror is finally here.

To make the whole world kneel

But you won’t feel

-a thing

Your Hair

Blond.
And flips at the end.
Funny to feel this for a friend

Your eyes
Gone.
Those baby blues could never mend
The broken heart of just a friend.

If They’re Right

My friends say I’m perfect for you

It’s all just a joke, I don’t mind

My mother says I’m crazy ‘bout you

She knows nothing, so it’s fine

But at night when I’m in my room

I dream of the stars and stare at the moon

And maybe, just maybe, think of you

But I’m struggling with an internal fight

Cause I really don’t want them to be right.

Hippie Stuff

Incense, guitars,
Hendrix on stereo
Woodstock on the wall
A flower for your hair?

Helter skelter
Light my fire
Gimme shelter
I’m growing tired

Best Friends Forever

Silly me, how could I believe
All those years ever meant a thing?
I hate to tell you this but I hate them
Your new friends, so shallow and petty
To be honest, they’ve been rubbing off on you
Now I kinda don’t like you too.

Every time you ask, I hope he’s not coming
But he always is, so I find some excuse
Then I stop and think about how it used to be
You were still like this, only then I can see
The one who changed was me.

Rapture

Stars
Dancing cross the heavens

Cars
Blurring the two oh sevens

Don’t cry for the
Capture

It’s just
Rapture.

Get Out

Too many times

You’ve said goodbye

For good

Too many times

You’ve come back into my life

Get out!

You Don’t Know

You know why I smile every time you are near
You know why your voice is what I long to hear
I know it’s childish but what they say is true
Blondie, I’m crazy about you

[Mildly Sexual Untitled Poem]

You’re in and you’re out
And you’re going around the speed of light
You’re sweet and you’re kind
And you’re looking mighty fine tonight

I’m cold and distant
And my malicious behavior can spite
I’m tired of trying
And I’m going home alone tonight

Free Will

Sitting still the mannequin poses
And dreams of being a puppet
To move her arms to dance along
Instead of stillness everyday

[Another Untitled Poem]

Distance is what keeps the air
From catching aflame
Water cannot help it now
Then whole world’s ablaze

[Really Emo Kid Poem That I Wrote In CJ]
Rejected from the pack
The lone wolf goes its own way
And though I know its grim fate
I envy his freedom

Signs

Screams in the night
Looking for a fight
But by the break of day
The screaming goes away

I scream in my mind.
Can they see the signs?
Do they hear what I say?
And ignore it anyway?

e.e. cummings

Life laughter ­­– fall
love; The strangest of
Them all

Kills me – thrills me
yet when the day is done
I’m still (alone in:love)

Back in Eden

Remember the garden by the brook
And every step we took
Kept us young and strong
Things couldn't stop us then

Remember the promise you made
When in the grass we laid
We were young and in love
Things were different then.

Remember the secrets I never told
Now the water is cold
The flowers are gone
And we can't go back to then

The Weather Inside is Frightful

"Santa you bitch, didn't get a damn thing from my Christmas list.
All I got was this broken heart, and that's it.
Santa you bitch, oh, there's only one thing that I truly wish
I wish my old girl would have never kissed St. Nick."
-"Santa Stole My Girlfriend" by The Maine

I love that song. I've currently got it playing on repeat. It warms me, and seeing as it's so cold outside, I'm a big fan of warm things. That's gotta be my favorite thing about Christmas time. It gives me this warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I love wearing large winter coats and scarves and beanies just to stay warm and how my toes are never not freezing. Cause I don't like hot weather, I like being warm in cold weather. It's comforting. Unlike this poem.

Warmth

Frozen feet clicking down that sidewalk.
Freezing to death, but she wishes to talk.
Her fingers iced like the grays of his eyes
He's so cold but he's so warm.

Back and forth, she keeps forgetting to breathe
Pacing, she knows she really should just leave
Breath like condensation on the window of a car
He's so cold but he's so warm

"Make me love you," she wants to scream
"I'm all alone outside this fantastic dream."
She hates him, that bitter internal storm
She's so cold, but she's so warm.

Backslide

Warm socks on freezing feet.
Trying not to think about a tree.
With roots rooted so deep
In the ground, strangling me.

His eyes like ice
Gray the color of his heart
With teeth he bites
Flesh with words so harsh

Dear God, if you can hear me,
Make the screaming stop.
Dear God, if you are real,
Is this all you've got?
Make the screaming stop.

Angsty Eighth Grade Poetry Written by Angsty Eighth Grade Rhiannon

I found this on my Fictionpress Account, I'd almost forgotten about it.
I thought it was somewhat decent.

Gray Matters

i’ve never been able to see it in

BLACK and WHITE

some times i see things that

are aren’t EVEN there

they haunt me like the shades of GRAY

that stain my HEART

and those bastards

DON'T care

where can you turn
when the shades of

GRAY

turn and decide to
kill you any

WAY

cause the people in

BLACK and WHITE

they want to kill you
because you told them
just cause someone did

something WRONG
doesn’t make it RIGHT

to persecute him
to crucify him

CRUCIFY HIM!

you can crucify me on your

CROSS instead

i have nothing left to

care ABOUT

and the trumpet march

goes ON

cause those bastards

DON'T CARE

they just need someone to

BLAME

they need someone to

HATE

If You're So Smart, Why Are You Working at The Cluck'n'Buck?

An Honest Love Poem

My heart won’t beat for you
And no, you can’t have it.
It pumps to keep me living
And to be honest, I kind of need it

I’m not going across the world for you
And no, I won’t walk through hell
I have responsibilities where I am
But I’m sure time can only tell

I won’t do anything for love
And you are not my daddy,
Nor my baby, nor my muffin.
You’re not that edible.
(Believe me I’ve tried)

You’re not the most handsome man ever.
You’re not the funniest either.
You didn’t like Die Hard.
And you actually like Vince Vaughn
Stop messing with your bangs!
Your romantic side is a tad cliché
For every imperfection you possess
It doesn’t make me love you any less
<3