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 Aug 2014 Rachel Ueda
Akemi
Pathetic poetry
Dissection apathy
Lull without breath
Passive aggressive

Self-defected, self-replicated
Pull out the year’s save
There’s ******* nothing
There’s ******* nothing

Intoxicate headless
Suffer indefinite
I’m going nowhere
I just don’t give a **** anymore
“Well, come now, what do you care about really? Don’t you care about anything? How can you be a good poet and not care about something?”

9:18am, August 8th 2014

No one gives a **** about you until you're dead. False ******* care the moment you try to **** yourself. Social pity.
Who the **** tries to understand? As if suicidal thoughts could be fixed with simple solutions.
Deal out pills, deal out sympathy. Doe eyes and white lies. Plaster symptoms with normality. Useless ******* advice.
I'd rather disappear than watch a crowd of strangers gather at my funeral.

Inspired by: https://topshelfrecords.bandcamp.com/album/stranger-songs
https://deathwishinc.bandcamp.com/album/i-v
 Jun 2014 Rachel Ueda
paper boats
You won't listen.
Why?
I'm shouting....
You hear me.
But,
You don't listen.

You say little,
Its always the same.
But,
I listen,
To unspoken words.

And they slowly drive me mad.
Its what isn't said that is the loudest......
 Jun 2014 Rachel Ueda
Trader Tim
Blindfolded I look forward
To the blessings of death
Beyond my ignorance
There nothing left...
 Jun 2014 Rachel Ueda
Trader Tim
Fascinating how we can live
Holding on tightly to the past
If our memories serve us well
Perhaps it profits us to make them last
Memories of love and laughter
Some of tragedies and fear
All collected by our senses
The things we see, feel and hear
Driven by a common motivation
We seek relationships unending
The love of parents for their children
Is far beyond comprehending
And so the joy we share today
Shall I keep forevermore
But the memories I have of you
Are the ones I most adore
i wanted to write
about how you made me feel
but the page was empty
and i suddenly realized
it's the perfect explanation
 Jun 2014 Rachel Ueda
r
Caroline
 Jun 2014 Rachel Ueda
r
Caroline loves the ocean.  
Her soul sails on a Carolina breeze.
But her music's in the mountains,
and her heart's back home
where it needs to be.

I'm stuck here
in a Carolina wind,
wading in the ocean
with my heart in Tennessee,
and my mind on Caroline.

Carolina's got everything
a man could want.
Everything he needs.
It's got the mountains and the ocean.
It has a Carolina breeze.

He has everything but Caroline;
everything but Tennessee.

r ~ 6/22/14
\•/\
  |     Carolina ocean breeze
/ \
 May 2014 Rachel Ueda
Me
my hands and feet, and that they are intact
my eyes and their colour
the fact that I can draw
my sisters
my niece
my very good friend
my other very good friend
my best friend who lives abroad
the fridge, and the fact that it is full of food
the fact that I can watch every youtube music clip I like to
possibility to get a tattoo
the warm blanket
my legs
social money
people who sing with me
my memories, some
water, to drink and wash myself, and for my niece to play with
sweets
teeth - or the other way around
my brain
light
peace, so far
luxury to have more than one pair of shoes
doctors
people who tell stories
people who are friendly for the sake of it
people who write - for the same reason

what else?

some sleep first
 May 2014 Rachel Ueda
Yung Moon
i see you everywhere
but i enjoy the most
seeing you in my dreams
because that's where you love me
          

                  a.p
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