A Storm?

The rain hit the street
like a million pins dropped from space.
As it whispered love songs
it covered my tears.

The wind did not howl nor cry
but rather, it was silent.
Pulling the rain stubbornly aside
as if to reveal my shame.

I did not walk,
nor did I run,
for fear of overpowering
the sound of the boisterous rain.

The side walk was shadowed,
not by the trees,
for there was no sun,
but by the grey sky itself.

It was then that I sat on the curb,
the storm drain next to me raging
bringing me to the absurd conclusion
that I was in a storm.

There it is.

I've got a key
to a door
You've always seen
but I've never touched
it's solid mahogany
rounded by smooth
sharp black lines
that penetrate the wall
just deep enough to
allow the frame to set in.
It's got a silver doorknob
that turns the wrong way,
and when it opens,
it creaks and goes back on itself
in a way that should clearly
break the hinges that are
supposedly fastening it to the wall.
But the wall is gone
and so is the floor
the ceiling
and soon only the door remains
I've got the key,
will you turn it?
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I've been writing a lot of love stuff lately, so I decided to throw in a little of my more abstract stuff.

Falling Through Our Dreams

I'll see that you feel at home
When you feel my heart around you
and I'll know that you're never alone
Because my love is with you

And don't you know?
and can't you see?
That you've fallen
in love with me?

I grasp at the air above
Come down with a tilted star
stand it up straight on the ground
and watch it fall straight through
our dreams
Memories waiting to be
It's you that I'm waiting to see
And I can see you and me,
so clearly.

The passion that fills my eyes,
Comes straight up from my heart
and the door is open now
so come away.

And you feel me lift off the ground
when I sense you across the room
someone has a glass heart around,
Just wondering who
with scarlet love all around,
we feel the same.

You went through every inch
just to find there's a hundred more.
You're standing right outside
just find a way in through the door.

You found a way in through my door.

Lust of a Weakened Soul

To want,
Something so simple,
it would seem,
but to act upon
is to understand
to repremand
an inner consciousness
and emotion
that's too lost
in commotion
and caught
in erosion
to be understood.

As if I could tell you
what I want:
I want you.
As if I could do
what I want,
to take you
and hold you
and never let go.
To feel your heart
beat rhythmically
against your chest
against my chest
like it was trying to leap out
and grab my own heart,
my own love,
and meld with it
so they are one for eternity.

But no,
you have my heart
and you have my love
and if I were to do that,
it would mean I understand
my feelings,
that I understand
that I love you,
...or I loved you.
I guess I don't know anymore.

I guess I'm still sore
and too hurt
to love you.

But I do,
Don't I?

I want you,
Don't I?

Broken Lullaby.

The streetlights are hollow
like the lights of your eyes
like the lights in my eyes
and they're swirlin
and they're twirlin
to their certain demise,
with a certain reprise
playin over, and over again.
My friend,
my family
best friends,
we used to be
and I know I don't belong
here no more
and I know I'll sing along
with your sore, sore
lullaby
with your broken
sore lullaby
and I'll say a
bye bye birdie
don't you come here no more
don't you come here no more
'Cause we're a broken and sore
lullaby.

Hey you
hey you
little little dude
standin' over in the corner
what's your name?
how have you been?
Who is to blame
for all this sin?
I do not know

Where do we go?

But you pass me by
like a sullen ship
just waiting to be loaded
or waiting to be boarded
and I know you're not comin
back this way
'cause the waters are too shallow
and the strait is too narrow
for that big ass ego of yours.

But we sing
on and on
like we've never sung before
a broken and a
sore, sore lullaby.
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This can be interpreted as a song or a poem. Take your pick. =]

Our blog "network" of sorts

So I've noticed that a few of us all follow eachothers blogs, and it's cool =] lawl
It's me, Rachelle, Harry, Katie (who is a follower on my other blog, not this one for some reason,) Loub, and Nicole. Idk, i just thought that was cool =]
Much love,
Riley J.

Light the Road

Light the road
that lies before us
Shed the truth
like you shed lust (black road)

The darkness
binding our eyes
cannot act
as your disguise (black road)

The black road
stretches the land
colors sky
a black so bland (black road)

Heroes come and heroes go
Life is one and death is so old
Loved ones live then come to pass
Honor them and do as your told

The dark times still lie ahead
Refrain from living now in woe
Shine your light so you can see
the obstacles on the black road.
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first half of a song I'm writing =P

Whatever, It's Chill Bro

Quickly slip into the serenade of my heart
apart
from all the world
I think
I sink
into my thoughts
my thoughts are sinking
in guilt?
in Jealousy?
in reluctant advocacy?
Who knows.
I know?!
Nah, I just write
Spill the words,
they flow,
like the ideas of millions
are just the fuel for my imagination,
the fuel for my fingers
banging out this nonsensical
rant on who knows what.

For a sister, a friend

You were there
No
You were here
with me.
Do you know what that means?
The streams of tears
of words
of love
for you
it's true
For so long I sought
to be in love
when all along
I have loved you,
my dearest sister,
my dearest friend,
my dearest rita-boo
because when I lost her
you said she didn't deserve me
and when I was blind
you helped me see
I couldn't find
my way without you
Because you were here
my ritaboo.
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This one is for Rita, she's my best friend and I love her like a sister. No one has helped me through more heart break and tears than she has, the shit she's had to deal with from me alone makes her a good friend. <3

Busy Busy Busy

I had to wake up early today (a day when we did not have school due to a teacher professional day) and go in to play practice (I'm in the play at school) from 6:30 AM till 2 PM then I had to study for my two college tests I have on monday, then I went to my friend's sweet sixteen (which was AMAZING) at 8 and just got back around 1 AM. So i'm dead tired. I can't write anything tonight, so tommorow I'll write one for today (which will probably be dedicated to rita, my now 16 year old friend) and one for tommorow. On a random note, I'm obsessed with Counting Crows right now (the band not the action, all though I do also find that fascinating.)
Much love,
Riley J.

Leaving, Going, Gone...

Sitting with my legs crossed
Head tossed about
in the pouring rain.
Looking to the skies to find
the gods can't
tell me I'm sane.
I'm a fool caught looking
and caught with my
hands painted red.
I was looking so long
my conscience
has showed up dead.
Mutilated and futile
are my attempts to
save myself.
All I ask in return is
you ask why didn't
he leave a will.
Leaving, Going, Gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
and I'm gone
don't chase me
berate me
infuriate me
a impassionate state
incapacitate me
leave me sighing
crying
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone
'Cause you are
or I am
or We are
but we're not
We are not
I'm taught
with frustration
I'm still with
destiny
of failure
I've failed
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone.
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When life fucks you over, like today it did me, follow the steps.

ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO READS MY BLOG

go to the first person on the list of people who follow this blog, it should be wackypacky or something along those lines. He's my little brother, and on his blog he has a poem he wrote that is AMAZING, so I highly suggest you go read it (and look at some of his other quite humorous pictures)

Our Maker

The water's gone cold
and its got me thinkin'
while you walk across the water
I'm always sinkin'.

Perfect world thoughts
leave me pale and dead
We're reading all these books
but we don't know what we just read.

Free from all this hatred
I don't know where it began.
maybe if we look back
we'll see our tracks in the sand.

Redeeming all these vows
makes life a bore
if thank you's were a gift card
you'd be a store.

we were sittin' round
and we were writing a sonnet
missed the fucking lines
and the rhymes weren't on it

So i messed with some ideas
with just a pen and some paper
and as the ink spilled like blood
we all looked to our maker.
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This one is actually a song I wrote for a band I was in a while back, I couldn't come up with any new material tonight, so I wussed out and resorted to previous work =P But yea, so that's the deal, I will usually put hot off the press poems on here, but when the juices aren't flowing I'll just resort to old stuff from my millions of notebooks and what not. =]

My Bed of Roses

Over thinking
Under doing
I'm saying
No praying
And winking
and sinking
just laying,
decaying.
Thinking
Doing
Saying
Praying
while winking
but sinking
while laying,
Decaying
on a bed
of dead roses
My bed of
dead roses.
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... Sometimes I don't even know...

I Don't Know

No no no
I don't
Know know no
I won't
go go go
to the show
to the lights
to the sound
to the soft
rubble ground
I want love
and can't hate
Want you
and can't wait
for the truth
you'll tell me
please tell me
you'll tell me
it's hell, see
to pace
to and fro
launch to space
and fall down
Where I land
you will go
tell me what?
I don't know.
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The story behind this poem is, at the moment, I'm completely and totally insane with girl problems (what else is new?) and, in my corrupt and demented thing i got for a brain, this poem makes complete and total sense. Otherwise, it's gibberish.

True

What I've got here
I've got here in my heart
It's true and sincere,
It'll be true till we part
Which we won't
'Cause I can't
I can't stand
When you look in my eyes
And ask if I'm alright
My mouth tells you yes
But my heart screams out no

And its true
no, no, no, no, no
no one else hears it
but you.
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For Rae

The Emphatic Truth of it All

My mind is racing
my feet are pacing
around the room,
around my heart that's blazing
from anticipation
of precipitation
or perhaps its just
manipulation
of my trust
in the weather man.

It seems I digress,
from a point still unmade
surrounding the
still unspoken idea
revolving around
the still unanswered title
the emphatic truth of it all.

And the emphatic truth of it all is
my friends, that we don't care
where these words go or
where they're from, do we?
We wouldn't care if I were about to
solve all your questions
and quell all your troubles
because I am not giving
the evening traffic report or
explaining Britney's more recent
accidents.

And it is to that effect
I object my digression
and inact the succession
to satisfy your objections
with the following discussion:
The emphatic truth of it all is
there will be a high of 55
with a small chance of rain.

Restless

I want your love
I want your trust
I want everything that you have
and I must
pursue
I must
drag on
because love is restless
and so am I.
So leave me waiting
and keep me awake.
Without you knowing
and without me showing
my undying love
I'll push and I'll shove
to the front of the line
of guys just dying to take you
But I know
you will be mine
Because I'm in love
and love is restless
and so am I.

Reparable

Is this reparable
the damage you've done
the battles you've won
and lost
the cost
of lives you've destroyed
troops you've deployed
A world thats slowly dying
children are crying
let us pray
the day has come
this is the sum
of all our fears
of all their tears
and we can't do anything
but sit there unable
to ask ourselves the question
is this reparable?