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Rhiannon Aug 2016
Stumbling down the pavement,
Expressionless face.
Berate the hearts you know,
Mouth of sour taste.

They seem to condone your behaviour,
These people with smiling faces.
For they think that you're their saviour,
Yet you cannot tie your laces.

Holding hands in a single file,
Conforming to the norms,
And when someone breaks that cycle,
The earth reacts with a storm.
Rhiannon Aug 2016
These shackles you have me bound in,
Are rubbing against my skin.
The irritation they are causing,
Reality is setting in.

Never had I thought,
You'd leave me here to die.
Over lust and bad intentions,
Like you never heard my cries.
Rhiannon Aug 2016
Dancing in the rain,
Clothes soaking wet.
Lungs inhale fresh air,
Talking to your silhouette.

You're freezing cold,
The rain has drenched your heart.
You imagine their subtle smile,
As you fall apart.
  Aug 2016 Rhiannon
Ryan Cripps
I caught a whole mess of feelings.
It's something I haven't planned on doing,
but it just kind of happened.
It wasn't up to my choosing.

She paints the heavens with her words.
Her voice is more beautiful than music from the birds,
and it's cliche, but she rocks my world.
I wish we could be together, I wish I could call her my girl.

But it was only a crush.
Temporary love turned into dust.
Though the feelings still stay,
as my heart turns to rust.

Is it feelings or is it lust?

I have no clue
I just know I caught feelings.
Something I don't want,
It's something I find unappealing.
(c) Ryan Kane - 2016
Twitter: @RadicalMartian
Rhiannon Aug 2016
He just sits there day after day,
A pensive expression and an ash tray.
His car of blue now smells of smoke,
His lungs are black and coughs are chokes.

He just sits there day after day,
A pensive expression and an ash tray.
Has no family so he works all the time,
And he always looks knackered but he says he's fine.

He just sits there day after day,
A pensive expression and an ash tray.
He finally got a promotion for working so hard,
Too bad it was made up of cigarettes and cards.

He just sits there day after day,
A pensive expression and an ash tray.
As he takes his final puff and teeth decay,
He just sits there day after day.
Rhiannon Aug 2016
I tried to tell you I couldn't confide in you,
But you kept interrupting me.
I tried to tell you what I meant,
But you wouldn't let me speak.

I thought we'd gotten over this,
I thought you understood.
So you better start to listen soon,
Or I'll be gone for good.
Rhiannon Aug 2016
How can you love me?
When I look like this.
I've got spots on my body,
And stretch marks on my hips.

How can you find me attractive?
When my stomach sticks out.
I haven't got a thigh gap,
And I don't know how to pout.

What do you find so compelling?
There's nothing much here.
I'm just a tired brain,
Suffocated in fear.
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