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Oct 2018 · 251
untitled
Rochelle Thomas Oct 2018
i think of you
it's an amazing night
i think of you

i yearn a little.
i don't understand these feelings
so deep...****.

i yearn a little, a lot maybe
for you.

i think of you
but it's dumb and it's a misunderstanding of emotions
please talk to me.

do you know?
do you understand?

i want to call on you
i'm scared you'll leave me alone and more desolate than i already am
i'm killing myself with cigarettes
do you know?

i care for you
darling,
Liam
oh, how i care for you.
i got it baaaaad.
May 2017 · 891
Internal Ruffle
Rochelle Thomas May 2017
Pencil to paper
But page stays blank
Thoughts consume my mind
But no words speak out
I cannot comprehend how, why
or when I sank,
So deep, so deep...

Hard to keep the faith
When no faith is left to keep
Am I the big bad wolf
in the clothing of a sheep?
And if I am, how do I stop
these thoughts as they slowly creep,
before I'm knee deep in sin?
Innerlike Konflik
Nov 2016 · 632
Children Who Lie.
Rochelle Thomas Nov 2016
Narrow roads
Dishevelled hopes
Blank tomorrow's
Is this what lies ahead?
Searching for insolation
But cold shivers surround as the palm pushes me out
What did I do to deserve isolation of the hardest yet
The unrest of another day passing
Asking the question like
Is this life my best bet?
I've endured this devastation for too long
And strike after strike, I've resurfaced again
Tired
Mind completely unsound
Chained, pulled around and round
Unwilled and weak
But I still seek that light
And that hand to dust me off

Begging sometimes seems pointless,
For, what am I here for?
More frustration? More anger? More morbid depression and borderline insanity?
I no longer wonder what possibly could be wrong with me.
There's no specific thing, it's me.
Why are embraces cold and smiles hard?
Why constantly have up my guard?
Why give in to my darkness when I've been rabid for the light since small.
I knew that things would get here, no, I lie.
My Bible's shelfed and dusty
But I know what it says
About children
Who lie.
Sep 2016 · 405
Movie Popcorn Line
Rochelle Thomas Sep 2016
I adore the hairs at the back of your neck
Oh stranger, can I pick one?
I enjoy riding slowly on the waves of your delicate golden hair.
I'm feeling anxious, for if you turn
your pretty eyes will notice my declaration of love,
Your pointed nose will sniff out my guilt.
I'm a little scared.

Anonymous, how plainly you are dressed
But glancing around I see you looking better than the rest.
I'm bound by societal rules
Like a sunflower trapped in a dark room
Wishing I could run a finger down your nose
Love you with sweetest prose.

You're just there
Standing within arms reach
If I were feeling daring
I would turn you around and begin a speech

Standing behind you here, oh the bliss!
If I were feeling eccentric
I would lean forward and
Give you a
Quick
Kiss.
Jun 2016 · 273
"TwoFourtySeven"
Rochelle Thomas Jun 2016
2:47
I'm about to sever
Ties with being awake
It's too late.
I realised that I loved him,
But it was too late.
Late, like when you miss the train
When you walk too slow and the taxi rides away,
Late, like when you see that flight take off
Knowing you should've been on it.
Written at 2:47am.insomnia.
Jun 2016 · 332
White powder lullaby
Rochelle Thomas Jun 2016
I smell baby powder
Here in my bed
Puts a cloud over
All the thoughts in my head
Most things I say
I regret having said
And all through the day
I prefer lying
Here
Just
Horizontally
Looking through my photo album of
Imaginary friends & make believe realities
Creating new ones
Over and over until
My current state
Disappears
Altogether.
May 2016 · 396
Things I would tell him
Rochelle Thomas May 2016
You can love me now
Rainclouds are only temporary.
Ger sleeps over tomorrow
He'll tell you all about it
At the carnival park
We'll be alone at last
'Coz I'ma little upset
That I'mnot pretty yet
Maybe you'll look around at
Beauty and vigour
And leave.

Once found a butterfly. He died.
Called him he coz his patterns were
Brown with a little green.
Wanted to save him.
Wanted him to live.

He had no direction
Just like me
He was flying in circles
He understood
What I was feeling
All he could.

Tried to take care
Make him alright
But it was a lie
And here he lies.
May 2016 · 537
Rain 2
Rochelle Thomas May 2016
Rumble, shiver
Rain. Rain.
I'll do this
Again. Again.
Just to live it
Just to hear it
tumble down
Heavy on my roof
Its the only proof
That I actually feel
My heart is actually real
And oh, the smell after rain has cleared all sorrow
After its washed away all dirt in hearts
Makes me want to kneel and pray.
I have this thing for rain...
Apr 2016 · 558
rain.
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
I like the rain.
But that doesn't mean I'm in pain,
It keeps me sane
In a way
because I can't blame
my pain
on the rain
taking the sun away.

I see clouds gather,
Thinking that I hate this weather
When the thunder came
I knew that this game I was playing
was unorthodox
Took a few knocks
Cut my dreadlocks
And when the rain finally came

I was dancing.
In the rain
Just dancing.
Dreads are cool. Winter isn't. It was raining yesterday :)
Apr 2016 · 682
Blue Bullets
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 :)
Apr 2016 · 641
He My Winter
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.
Apr 2016 · 685
Exam's begin.
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.
Apr 2016 · 628
Sex.
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.
Apr 2016 · 492
Let's Be Honest
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.
Apr 2016 · 473
Thoughts
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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