Made/making all of my entries private and only my poems visible to the public.

xxx
Rhiannon

http://ladyrara.wordpress.com/

there I am.

silence speaks more than words ( Read more... )

this symmetry is blinding me
adjacent walls and windows
surreptitiously juxtaposed 
just so that i cannot breathe

my mother says that everything happens for a reason... i say everything happens because it happens.

scrambling and pleading
there must be a light
only darkness will help me find it
and i've been sitting here for ages

she also believes in karma ( Read more... )

the graves in my head are nothing but memories
people, thoughts, and places put to rest
the names on the headstones
are subject to change

i'll second guess and double take
the grass's greens and browns
feeling the different shades of purple
the undertones are eminent

you can't break my steel doors
with your tiny wooden sword
only a deity with no mercy
can ( Read more... )

the charter in my head
has taken off
no sight of landing
no land for miles
only ocean
the sea and sky

regardless how much fuel
it's not enough
no more efficiency
than a paper plane
making paper faces
and leaving cuts

you have to have money to earn money
a cycle receding in my mind
back to the bottomless pit
this plane is going nowhere
and everywhere
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once again
I am mistaken
and mistook
something more
than something less
underneath the mossy rocks
leave me breathing all alone
sideways singing
up and down
bring me laud
clouds and snow
dance upon my head
only love is left
I do not mind
these eyes and lips
and hands and feet
parading in my rain

I had a dream last night
you were there
and people I didn't know
business suits and ties
and a computer for communication

So many faces
detailed and clear
visages of the unknown
I could seem them all
as though I knew them before

Only your face was not present
I could see the rest
your legs and arms and hands
even your soul
that is how I know

I finally found you ( Read more... )

i feel
like cigarettes and caffeine
bad hair skirts and thigh highs
mini-tantrums and sunlight
passion and freedom
barefoot in the grass
on my back beneath the blue sky
cemeteries and tiny insects
laughter and hope
happiness

i feel like.... myself.

i don't understand how the fire can be blue
yet the sky is full of red
my eyes or mouth are screaming yellow
answer only in black
no more white

perhaps we're all in one
and in an instance
maybe forever is never
we are too good for sense

bring me home again
i'm in this fuzzy place
no aches or worries
no no no no
high as a blade of grass
string me out

mmm
give in or ( Read more... )