http://www.writerscafe.org/Ms.RachM The original writings of author Lady M en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1368881603 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If you ever read this I'm sorry. I just needed something to write about. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1158675/ Sometime after midnight in a crowded martini bar. Man comes and sits down across from a woman when her date gets up to use the restroom. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1150458/ I'm going to leave you love notes on the refrigerator and you don't even know yet. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1150430/ You are the smoke stuck in my sweater. You've blanketed everything.I can’t get you out of my couch.I can’t get you out of my lungs.You’re suffocating.You’re in my hair.Clouding up my eyes.Burning, burning, burning. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1131133/ Someday I hope to make these lyrics, someday. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1085488/ I don't have a heartI ain't got no waterNo blood to giveNo seeds to growAnd darling,I may be buried underground,but I'm not your flower. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1085470/ Dizzy and dazzled.I feel them all.I've loved them all.I need to be them all.Truly.Once more with             FEELING. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1060881/ I'm hungry and it's in my blood.The way that I am.The way that i taste the                              world.Salt and sugar.Sweet and sour.Burnt past desire.Each sample couldn't be any more the same.Each bite&.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1060878/ I’ll never be a poet.After all, I’m alive.I’ve still yet to die http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1060869/ Wine hazes. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1052500/ Every morning I stir the liquor into my coffee, hoping to a nonexistent god that no one saw me.And no one did. No one will. I live alone,and I've got neighbors but I always keep the curtains closed.I don't wear pants, and I listen to sad songs. And I dance. And I sing.For the audience of m.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1051954/ What's the matter darling?Did you drink up all the wine again last night?I had a dream where you wrote me a letter telling me you'd still call.But your heel broke on your long walk home and your lipsticks smeared again.I know he had his tongue down your throat.Now you're upstairs at his place all al.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1050992/ Faraway I hear the flick of your lighter golden boy.I smell your nicotine burn.But baby doll when you don't call it makes it all worse.Makes it all the same.Makes it all a game.I don't want your Budlight sex.I'm not your hallucinogenic scene.Your narcotic dream.You can f*****g keep yo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1050968/ This is dated for June 14th. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1050961/ I can smell the coffee on your breath,the cigarette between your teeth.I see the lipstick marks on your neck. Stained red.Just above your white collar.Two buttons down.A voice singing out on your rockstar radio,"Tonight we're gonna burn down in the summer sun."We're gonna burn darling, you're g.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1050956/ RealityAll I have is this blood.All I am is this body,and I can feel it in my bones. But I'm gonna leave it all behind.Wave goodbye to all of you.I don't need your eyes.I don't want your applause.Your approval.Your blessings.Keep it.Keep it all.If you give it to me,I'll just bury it down.This t.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/1016180/ Pyrite I am made of nothing.You are made of gold.You swim, you sing,you soar and you dance.I'm out just drowning in the sunshine,trying to drink in the moonlight.You're always parched of thirst,when you're nothing.You're always blind from dreaming in gold.Sickly shining.Without a body to trap i.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/968861/ And if I was made for loving,you were made to sew.Fix me up to fall apartand drown me all in gold.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/968855/ You all take a piece of me.In small doses.Spoonfuls.Small bites.Mouthfulls.You're eating my heart. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/968849/ For Sarah:When you're downAnd emptyAnd you're bones.Hey, girl,       you are beautiful.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/843088/ Lost doll.Plastic heart.Used up body.Broken parts.Missing limbs.Hollow hole.Pretty face.Torn up soul.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/843082/ Shadows and trees.I love you through the darkest parts of me.Meadows and broken knees.I'll crawl with my arms.Through flowers and weeds.Thistles and stinging bees.Into drowning rivers.Blood broken fingers.Sweat salty skin.I'll love you after I can't.I'll love you 'til the roof caves in.Love you thou.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/829370/ I feel heavey.My heart's a sunken ship.My head a paper weight.It's falling.My neck a plastic straw.Help me I'm drowning.These blankets are an ocean.I can't swim in this current.My thoughts are a flood.My lungs a hellish wreck.My body a mangled mess.But no,I'm fine.Choking on all the "just fine"'s my.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/823786/ Do we really fall in love?Or do we love for the sake of being in love? How many of our own lies do we let ourselves believe?Comfortably.So sick in our own heads.Hypocritic babble flooding out our lips.How much is real?And how much is believed to be real because we wish it so?We'll never be happ.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/823783/ Terrors overtaking me.Chewing my brain.My thoughts,they don't rest.I can't stop.There is no sleep for the restless. No dreams for the wicked.Panic stricken.I fear my eyes will never close again. i http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/823781/ Poetry blooms.Dead flowers grow.Sow and sow go home.Sow and sow go home. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/820904/ If life was only dreamingsurely we would never die.A sigh would never break the silencewe would always kiss when we cry.And if I was done with lovingyou'd tell me it wasn't so.Heartsick and hungryYou'd never let me goWe'd feast onto forevernever growing cold.In the end when we have nothingyou'll fal.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/816069/ It's the smell of the salt onyour skin.Original sin.My head rests where it ought not sleep.In your eyes my secretswill keep.The grit of the sand on my tongue,the scratch of the seain my lungs.It will call and callonto my heart into forever.The waves crash inside my mindevery night that I lie.The sea.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/810017/ You poke holes into me. Like pencil through a   sheet of paper.   I am torn.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/779679/ This is dated July 2nd, 3:00 AM. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/777944/ Easily the best thing I've written. I wrote it Spring Break of 2008. I was 16. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774636/ Flutterby Butterfly You are the butterflies in my head.Wings licking against my skull,clouding my visison.You're all in my eyes.Flooding down into my stomach,making me ill.My own personal disease.Filling my throat,Making me choke on the words I spoke.All I can do is hear your voice,laughing as .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774629/ This actually is more so lyrics to a song I plan to eventually write... I wrote it around 2 AM Christmas Morning. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774622/ All Your World's A Stage I use to claim you made mylife feel like a movie.Now I really see.The actors that you played on stage,the people that you portrayed.The real act was you.A character you dreamt up.You've acted&nbs.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774618/ Kite ParadeThin and grey.Paper smile.The wind could blow it in.Make it fly away.A paper kite on display.Soaring high.Just for you.I've become a shadow on the ground.Do you love me now?Wispy and grey.Crinkled and frayed.I'm your beaten kite.Paper and grey.I'm on display. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774615/ Doll.Paper puppet on a string.I curtsy, backflipand dance at your hand.I bend to your bidding.I surrender to your will.You've got one end ofmy string tired 'roundyour finger.And the other tiedsweetly with a bow 'roundmy neck.Any which direction youpull.   Love, you'll find I'llalways go.&n.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774614/ Something I just scribbled down one night... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.RachM/774613/