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Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
Bullets reign,
You've grabbed my heart again.
My blood flows blue
Out of my chest again
Thought I'd fooled you
trying to turn the page
Was lying to myself
You returned with rage
Now it makes sense
Why this is not allowed
Myself I'll neglect
Trying to make you proud
Breaking guitar strings
Just to sing the blues
I had just built myself up
Now, you've left me in ruins
Doubts whirl like blue water
in hurricane sea
Unable to find the centre
Unable to just be

My mind freezes when I see you
Close my eyes, I'm drowning in blue
White shirt, blue jeans
golden froth from blue tea
Blue mouth
from disease unknown
Caused me to walk away
and leave my home
For days on end
Still brought no difference
And all I felt was fed up
With being so different.
It's a long story.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
He had a beard and tattoos
Once I called him my boo
He said "Who the hell are you?"
I said "I don't have a clue"
He sleeps till noon
and sometimes he's rude
But I love him
Yeah I love him

He looked like Ru
Like most people do
But I didn't care
Coz he had wavy hair
He served me a drink
It was orange and pink
Then he gave me a wink
I could barely think

This guy,
I'm addicted
He's arms are filled with the
Strangest pictures
Where are the people I came with?
It's okay,
I'm not a party girl anyway.
So at his bar I'll stay

He offered me a smoke
And a line of coke
Said I was uptight
I thought it was a joke

About last night
Tell you about last night
Tell you about last night
oh
I imagine singing this song in a pub somewhere on open mic night...after I learn guitar and give it a sufficient ending :)
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
Loving him was winter
Summer never returned.
Even now that he's gone
For the harsh, cold chill
of his touch,
I still yearn.
I crumble the roses
And cut down the ferns
Praying to an unknown god
That my lovers burning
Chill of wrath will
Once more
Return.
I don't like winter.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
One of these days
Exams begin.
Didn't take long
to get right in.
No time was wasted.
In a better way,
Could not have won my heart.
Can't bare to open a book
when apart.
Only thing on mind
Is the art of making
Creating, of feeling so deep
And genius, warm and hazy

But, one of these days
Exams begin.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
Haven't had it.
Kindly rejected the one thing
Every male-being seems to want from me
In turn, they turn
And I am rejected, all but
Writing about that one thing
I've never had
And that one boy
that couldn't wait.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
My hair is not wavy long
My smile leaves much to be desired
My voice can't keep to the tune of song
My personality has long expired
I stay up till 2am
No need for beauty rest
Because zombie walking through days
Eyes clouded with grey
Is when I'm at my very best

My poetry is mediocre
I failed my English test
I'm a contradiction
But I wish I was normal
like the rest
I've always come across as
a little off
Like stale milk
or green bread
And I bet you the Nile is as long
as my list of young regrets.

But how can I not live?
Time's a ticketing-tock
I have to undo the lock on my life
and the strife of my family debts
that caused us to be stuck here
In the depths of ambitious hopelessness.

And confused I may be
But I tell you that, one day, we will be.

And I promise if you let me, Freddy
I'll be the best friend you'll ever have
All I have to do is plan
                                    my steps and
                                                 try not to step
                                                     so ******* your booted toes anymore,
I am going to try.

And I will never cry
or fall
For a man, as tall or tattooed
Because his arms are like a noose
Who leaves you to hang
And you'll feel to
Never
Live
Again.
Me being completely honest about my life.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
I hear rain
But I see none,
Why do I feel to cry?
Is it just because being a lady is so-
Complications occurred and now I am left bloodless

I hear rain.
I'll look out my window
And feel her pain
She's dead.
*****.
3 men, my mother said
Her mother, she's torn
Said she heard her daughter's screams
but
Dad said 'Nah, that can't be her, keep looking'
Where was he when his girl needed him?
Where are those men?
Someone find them!
They deserve a hanging!

I think about sharks a lot
They eat people who swim in shallow sea water,
why,
Do they leave them half eaten
To be dragged to shore where we see them?
No, eat them whole!
Now images of a lady in a turquoise bather haunts my night dreams
She's pretty the lady, in face yes
Can't make out the rest, only her neck
and some part of her right shoulder is left...

Man, why do I feel so deeply
Sometimes I wish I had no heart
for it hurts so for these people
They were living
before they died
And in what a manner!

Man, I shouldn't have googled shark attack at Muizenburg beach at work
But I was curious.
Surely death by curiosity won't hurt half as much.

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