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Rachel S Jan 2012
Doubt grows within.
Living. Breathing.
A parasite upon my flesh.
I tried to write my first Haiku but couldn't quite get a handle on the form!
Rachel S Jan 2012
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.
Rachel S Dec 2011
i dreamt there was a serial killer living in my attic
and boy was it traumatic
Rachel S Dec 2011
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.
Experimenting and would love to hear some constructive feedback! :)
Rachel S Dec 2011
all these
                                             thoughts exploding                                                                                                                  i feel my head
imploding
Ouch!
This is not meant to be good.. Just a piece of fun! :)
Rachel S Dec 2011
Deceit is a
two way
street,
bet you never fancied that we’d actually meet.
Rachel S Dec 2011
I don’t know why?
Do you know why?
He turned and said with a sigh..
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