Rhiannonymous

The smile has broken down Into a million bitter tears Flavoured as my future, A poisoned, dirty wreck Jesus has no use for me And thiests have no space for me Wandering lonely, a lost limbo With no purpose As we do

Hearing The drips of a tap Tap, tap, tapping Slowly, methodically Endlessly Into the audible gloom, Vast oceans of silence, Locked within time. And I sit Sit, with no comfort Yet with absence of pain This driving force that steals my brain Called waiting A curious phase, so active, so relentless And yet so very slow It lives like an animal, stalking, waiting Hunting It prowls and crawls, It edges and dares, seeking me out Finding my frustration It toys It plays and dances, just out of my reach And just when I feel like tearing, Breaking and stretching, struggling to be free Tap Tap Tap

A pillar, a marker, a fixed point in time In my time Time? You may take my time And everything within shall be counted too Who am I? I'm sorry, I am yet to introduce myself My longings, my hopes all forming in the wakes One sight Of your enchanting face A face that appears to quiver To move Yet ever so slightly, in confusion Oh dear have I forgotten myself again? All this time, with all these chances Yet still not saying a word? Please do not mind as I look down at your hands In embarrassment And admiration The very contours, so defined So very supple, of most uncompromisable grace! That flow, as veins Like a jet stream

A blow, a hit to the heart that punctures through my chest my heart it stops it chokes it gasps for anything to live to, hold on to this disappointment kills this un-utterable state it burns through my heart wounds and tears hungry, it eats away at my being turns my very hopes to ash and when even when I thought I've been trod into the Earth, buried thousands of feet into the ground I get run over, by a van at full speed dead .

I used to hear a song, a light song made by a girl who sits beneath a little cherry tree every morning Greets sunny days of scented summer mornings with a smile and a laugh the leaves you helpless in her chestnut-coloured gaze and I watched her grow, always strolling as she blushes as she grew to attire a most adoring look in those honest open eyes her small, perfected hands seemed brittle, if to touch and many a day I saw her tread, ever so delicately for fear to tread on something living beneath days would grow darker the sun, temperamental in it's losing battle but never did I see her smile slip once But day leads only

Chapter 1 Half past 3 on the grounds of Rathbourne High School is a very difficult place to be. Humans, with their short lives and unfulfilling dreams are always so hasty. Rushing here and there, to and fro, place to place has always got to be rushed. The children leaving the school in such a mad rush to get anywhere usually bring headaches to her. As if she needed anymore. Emily Brown leaned cautiously against the school gates, keeping herself open to run if anyone tried to ambush her with well, anything. She had to concentrate. The voices, her voices were being unusually far and few between and quiet today. She brought her hands to her t