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The Tale of Rambunctious RitaThe Tale of Rambunctious Rita
Goddesses Nine! I call thy attention
To my woe. I possess a tale which lingers in my mind,
Winding and suffering, trapped. Yet, I alone cannot
Speak, for no mortal has words to tackle or tell this
Terrific tale. So I beseech Calliope of the pen
To grant me the eloquence to express the story I hold.
Acrid and tangy smoke dissipated in the cavernous hall,
Leaving clear vision in its wake to spy
Shrunken human figures of clay littering the unclean floor.
Youth, shocked and perplexed, stood to find themselves as an audience
For one bold girl, the harbinger of this of this mayhem,
Upon a table with stained steel-strike in hand to address
Those in stupor. She raised this metal-master and cried,
I free you all! The girl, Rambunctious Rita by name,
Then threw her final flame.
Before Ritas righteous revolution, she, like many others,
Lived the harsh imprisonment within the bleak walls
Of secondary education.
However, the so-called Rambunctious Rit
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
PerfectionWhat is perfection and what is not?
Does anybody know that besides god?
Is someone out there who can tell me?
Or do I have to do die and ask god, maybe?
Question over question flying through my brain.
If I don’t find perfection, will my life be in vain?
Everyone had flaws and makes mistakes.
Maybe I have to lower the stakes.
I’m looking for one, just one perfect thing only.
But as time goes by even I get lonely.
Cold and empty, but beating is my heart.
I want perfection, even if it’s just a shard!
Moving on as the time passes me by.
No perfection, no matter how far I fly.
Each and every place, no perfection there.
Can humans be perfect and worlds rightful heir?
Now I am standing close to the edge, full of fear.
Suddenly it comes to me, I smile and see it clear.
No matter how and where you grow up, you are perfection.
Because you are only you and not someones copy or reflection.
DescendSomething dark and something cold
like iron gripped my soul
and in the chains I was shackled
Two halves, once a whole.
Grim and cruel was the dungeon
that was created by my mind
in which love and loss battled
but remained intertwined.
And in the end it was clear
that love could never win
that loss presides over all
my dark dungeon, wherein.
But in the final moments
of their battle in my head
love took leave and descended
to reside in my heart instead.
Cyhydedd HirDoth thou ever hear
A voice in thy ear
Speaking loud and clear
Through each season?
Doth this voice so bold
Speak of doubts untold
Of spirits grown cold
Doth thou know the light
Shining ever bright
From the moonless night
Within the shade?
Can thy poetry
From deep within thee
Begin to fade?
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
HushListen closely and you will hear,
The thoughts that I have never said,
The hushed whispers with every heartbeat.
The shadows cackling in my head.
All my sinews are laced with secrets,
binding my body to my soul.
Tell me, is it truly worth it,
leaving so much truth untold?
I'm not going to point fingers,
because they say I'm the one to blame.
But I'm sure I'd hate myself a little less
if I found another way to bleed my shame.
And so I beg you, listen.
Whether you care or not for me.
I just need someone to hear my voice,
So that I may set my spirit free.
Trigonometry PoemHere Follow Some Verses Upon The Receiving of Our Trig Grades
Heavens align and stars shatter;
Grades plummet with a deafening clatter.
Whether you fell to hell or rose to heaven,
The value of such is fifty-seven.
And on this challenge of tangent and sine,
I, myself, received a forty-nine.
But fear not, child, for there be hope for you yet,
For on Monday we take a retest.
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