THEE
This Poem was written for A guy that I truly admired and showed me what it was like to be loved and cared for
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He has light brown hair, oh how I wish I could run my fingers genttly
through
it, catching his roots and following them to the ends, ends as sosft as
silk.
I stare in his eyes, I study his eyes, eyes with a phenomenal power of
cloaking me in an erotic state of hypnosis. His black pupils, large and
inviting,, are cradled in his deep brown irises. his lips are so
defined, I
feel I can trace them with the very fountainpen I write this with. A
nose so
leading, it peirces his aouroral morage and leaves his bright, rosy
cheeks in
its wake. O h how I wish I can appease myself with a sensual sweep of
my
fingers over those illustrious cheeks, cheeks so flawless, never has a
tear of
pain, hurt, nor hate trespass upon them. His smile morphed from the
fluidity
if his face, charms me much. His Aspen-snow glow strikes me with love
and
want. His mere presence attracts every dimention of essence in me, like
moths
to the light. He is who keeps my health intact, for he is in my every
concious
moment. I would call his home just to hear his sweet voice on the
answering
machine. I would embrace him and hold tight just to feel his body heat.
I
would stand in unison with him, just to keep staring at his intriguing
brown
eyes. I would shut the outside world out, just to mimic every breath
he
takes. I would study him, just because i needd him in my mind. Am I in
love or
just a hopeless romantic? I do not know. Every time I'm in proximity of
him my
spirits and happiness soar to exotic heights; but in our brief moments
together. the time arrives for me to ween myself from him, and my smile
sinks
along with my eyebrows. I want to frown...and I want to cry. I want to
unleash
my pain and flood this paper with tears. I want to cry out his name and
hope
his heart hears me. I want to rest in dreams and be with him I can not
cry
without him, I can not breathe without him, I can not sleep without
him. I'am
affraid to be hurt, to have my love taken away. Away we will part
someday and
only memories will keep my soul attached. I'am afraid to cross that
threshold
in ife, that corridor of saying goodbye. I can not continue my life
without
the partner I wish to have.
I love thee and forever will.
COPYRIGHT 2000: Rick Riley
Bitch
This poem was written while I was in high school. It reveals my true feelings about the assistant principal of my high school and how most school administrators truly are.
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she cannot understanD
she will not understanD
it is her job to not understanD
the chaos life imposes on each studenT
she is unable to understanD
she tells mE
"i know it's hard, but...,"
and I become deaF
to whatever else she sayS
when she said "but,"
she disregards everythinG
and becomes likE
the other monsterS
i walk into her officE
already hating heR
knowinG
she cannot understanD
what I have to bitch abouT
my voice is mutE
to her, i am dumB
just another hoodrat with a storY
another student to disciplinE
if she could understanD
and relatE
and sympathize
or even, God willing, empathizE
she would disowN
her title aS
the assistant principaL Being Seventeen
I wrote this when I was seventeen years of age, this was a very hard time in my life where I was doing a whole bunch of stupid shit.
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don't care what goes in my body
don't know what goes through my head
tired of being pushed around
and ready to move on ahead
just a dash of anger
and maybe a pinch of rage
a teaspoon of hunger
and a cup or two of pain
it's jealousy that i feel
or envy that i do say
perhaps i'm just a mental case
that really needs to fly away
hold my hand
and take me away
tell me it's gonna be alright
let's go run away
COPYRIGHT: 2000 Rick Riley
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