Thursday, December 09, 2004
You think you’re safer
In the dark
But I’m showing you babe
Just what you are
And you aint nothing
If not gone….
What if love is nothing. What if it is fabricated fear and dream?
What if love was meant to pacify, a creation of the gods to live and grow in our minds? A creation of our desperate hearts, to make life easier to bear.
A thousand people play pretend; while those left alone drift from the dream.
What if…left alone without illusion, isolated from deception, we could learn to lose such hope. And live free.
To see things as they really are.
I say this with such passion, such fear of its reality, yet I don’t think I would choose to live with open eyes if it every came to be true.
I believe in love, and be it ignorance or simple faith,
it is not something I would leave behind.
Posted at 09:33 pm by Rhiannon69
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Cold is magic.
Cold is, just as rain and wind.
I hold fast to it. Is it
The dream?
Am I slipping under?
Or is it becoming life?
There was something in seeing him that night,
Something in the way he looked at me.
Instant ache, longing.
If I could have,
I might have kissed him.
But what could that ever be?
The way he looks at her is almost crushing;
That was once mine.
It was always mine.
Do not forsake your chances.
They leave
I so badly wanted to be left alone.
To be let alone with the rain and the trees.
I am fond of black.
I am fond of whatever should harbor me.
What loves me, that I fear.Posted at 09:25 pm by Rhiannon69
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Once again I return to you, only this time I come bearing news of the inevitable. Strait to the Heart has died, or more appropriatly it is the sickly old husband on life support, I am the loving granddaughter, and Haley (my dear friend) is the gold-digging whife who is pushing to "pull the plug" so to speak.
In an attempt to give it a proper farewell, over the next week I will be posting seven final entries. Thank you all for being so supportive of my writing and for not giving up on me when I crash slammed into a perpetual roadblock, veered of the creative road, over a cliff, and backslid into a ravine.
Jast kidding.
You'll be happy to know, or maybe you won't give a damn, that things, for the most part, have worked out wonderfully. I'm heading towards becoming that well-adjusted teenager I was meant to be while still struggling to balance everything under the strict declaration that I'm no good when it comes to relationships (but really who is? i mean, at least i haven't killed anybody). Mac and I have stood a month and its going great--i think--and since today is his birthday and like the horrible person I am I forgot (I know, someone's gonna have to slap me tommorrow), here is my tribute to Mac, posted on the firstpage of my farewell to Turnin' Blue:
Happy Birthday Mac!
I Love You!
Please Forgive Me--I'm a Bad Person
Posted at 09:45 pm by Rhiannon69
You say such beautiful words to me
But they are hollow
Cold, and well-recited
As if even you don’t believe in what you’re saying.
Has it come to this?
You walk through the motions
And even love
Does not wake you from this sleep. Posted at 09:18 pm by Rhiannon69
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Your arms around me
my head on your shoulder
After all this time
i'm getting bolder
You're there to catch
every tear
And all I can think
is how we're finally here
This is the way things should be
you and me
forever heart
This is the way things should be
us and only
from the start
Posted at 12:12 am by Rhiannon69
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
spend these days
plagued with memories
and little surprises
in some ways
this is the worst place
i've ever been
and yet
i'm happiest right here
without you
Posted at 11:23 pm by Rhiannon69
You are my faceless masterpeice
Your name unknown to me
Yet still I search for you
Posted at 10:48 pm by Rhiannon69
You remind me of the quiet things
the beautiful dreams
lost in so much time
you bring me to this silent wood
with every deep
unanswered look
and I love you for every one
Posted at 10:47 pm by Rhiannon69
i have this beautiful dream
this dark thing
inside
that i can't seem to find
in this life this time
but i can't turn away
it's keeping me at bay
it has become my home
my safety, my hope
i still insist to carry
haunting me
despite its frailty
it's become the empty spaces of my life
i'll find no peace
i rest incomplete
until the answer comes this time. . . .
Posted at 09:59 pm by Rhiannon69
Sleep is escape
I can’t afford to lose
Moments you don’t hold me
And if you make me choose
I take this chaos over you
You are my little tragedy
Posted at 09:45 pm by Rhiannon69
