rachel-s
Irish
I write for fun and to gain new perspectives.. as a result most of my poems are fictional works attempting to see the world from different angles. / Usually I would write my poems, keep them for a few days and then rip them up and burn them, but I've decided to put myself out there for once and see what kind of reaction I get! :) / / 'You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view- / -until you climb into his skin and walk around in it' -To Kill A Mockingbird / / Please read my poems, enjoy them and rate them if you'd like. All comments; good and bad, will be taken on board. Thanks and happy writing everyone! :-)
Doubt grows within.
Living. Breathing.
A parasite upon my flesh.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
The wind is howling like a monster
Longing to be freed,
It groans
Like heavy duty machinery
Aching after intense labour,
In the distance a Door slides open,
Only to be gently swung shut
With a distant thud.
Above me water is trickling
off the roof in a constant stream
running off as sweat beads roll off human skin.
Silence envelops.
The only sounds
A distant snore and
The hollowing echo of an empty paint tin
Dancing in the breeze
Then,
Suddenly
The wind attacks once more
Battering the windows,
Rain pellets down as a thunderous torrent of bullets.
We are under attack from the elements,
Yet nobody seems to notice,
Nobody seems to understand.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:20 PM UTC
i dreamt there was a serial killer living in my attic
and boy was it traumatic
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
I won't drink again till Friday she assures him
-but she does
She sits with clouded judgement
bottle and promise
and clouded heart
bottle and promise and empty words.
Should it be this hard? - It shouldn't be this hard...
He sees her rise, get up with a sigh and leave only to come back with more;
more empty words
more empty promises
more soon to be empty bottles
She tells him of times gone by,
of times lost,
of loves past and
of the dreams she had.
She tells him how they were shattered,
obliterated in a
drunken moment,
and of how it has made her 'oh so mad'.
She tells him how
her lover left her when he heard,
almost five short years before
how she never got to choose her life,
all because the ****** tore.
and he's forced to hear it all once more;
and she sits with clouded judgement
bottle and promise
and clouded heart
bottle and promise and empty words
He's heard it all before
even if he is only
the tender age
of four.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
all these
thoughts exploding i feel my head
imploding
Ouch!
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
Deceit is a
two way
street,
bet you never fancied that we’d actually meet.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
I don’t know why?
Do you know why?
He turned and said with a sigh..
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
the end is near
and so your destiny has become clear,
study hard, and be the diligent girl daddy knows you are,
lead with your head, and guard your heart,
run far from here, until we are miles apart
don't ever look back, there is nothing left here.
the end is near.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
you can set your roots deep in an attempt to hold on
but
even the strongest of trees can be forced to bow to the wind.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 3:25 PM UTC
It's not a coincidence
that the pretty ones
were never told that
true beauty lies within
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC