a Rhythm is what I dream of.
One that can flow
So I used (parentheses) to make people think that I have a rhythm.
Or italics, or bold words.
Maybe commas, or periods.
Or something among the lines.
What I'm really doing is
Finding a Rhythm.

I play with the fonts, with the size, with the writing.
It doesn't really help.
But, if I cause enough damage to the original text,
I forget what's happening outside of the screen.
I guess I want a Rhythm.

Finally, I found a Rhythm.

I'm always *******
Always overwhelmed
I wish upon stars
From way down in hell
All the dreams I once had
Were lost along the way
I can't remember and for that I'm glad
It's all worthless anyway
There's so much **** I have to do
But I'd rather lay around, getting high with you
You're no good, a lazy fool
But I'm worse and that's the truth
The love from our parents that we once knew
We find in strangers and dark blue
My love is an ocean and you're a cruise
A grandiose boat, just for two

I sip my coffee as I gaze into her eyes
we listen to raindrops drip on the windowsill
she reminds of a thunderstorm with no signs of a rainbow....

Usually, she’s a rock,
but sometimes she crumbles
like sand.

By Lady R.F. (c) 2015

How can silence be this loud?
How can agony be so hidden?
Why do we fear things we don't understand?
Why is a shout of help so quiet and why is fear just a scream in our heads?

You always ask me why,
it's so hard for me to get close.
But when I actually try,
I lose my fingers and my toes.

I hate giving my all
and getting nothing in return.
And that's why I build my wall,
before I crash and burn.

I've been singing songs about you,
Though you'll never hear them.
I've been writing poetry about you,
Though you'll never read them.
I've been painting pictures of you,
Though you'll never see them...
Just like you never saw me falling,
So you weren't able to catch me.