I guess I should really attempt this. I was given the letter "R" so here goes.

(R)omantic - I'm one hell of a soppy Muther when it comes to someone I love, or adore. I have often been known to go over the top to suprise The significant other in My life.

(R)hyme - I love poetry, in every possible form, but prefer ryhming poetry if I'm honet. i've said this before and will repeat. its an excellent way to convey emotions.

(R)are - I consider myself to be very different from the 'norm'. I have 15 piercings, and tattos. I like doing things that will shock people purposly. I'm actually glad there is only one of Me. I don't think You would be able to cope with two.

(R)esistance - I conflict against most things. not purposly. I just hate going with the grain of life. I resist everything for a long while before I actually give in.

(R)ed. STEVE GERRARD GERRARD! I'm a BIG, HUGE, MAJOR Liverpool fc supporter. thats soccer, for My american neighbours. I live, breathe and sleep Liverpool.

(R)ead. I can read. I don't. I posted 5 of these not 10. -MUMBLES-

(R)ediscovery. I love finsing things I didn't know about something. I can walk into a room, and the next day, when I walk into the same room, it looks different to Me, and I love it.

(R)echerché - I love everything thats exotic and unusual.

(R)ave. I like to dance! I like music.

(R)amble. I don't spend 3 words saying something. I spend 365.25. 'Nuff said





Ah thats it. -counts- i'm mentally exhausted now. Thanks to the person who MADE Me do this -mumbles-

I'm tired..

Its been three days since I last posted, I could lie and say i've been HIGHLY busy, but I haven't. I just forgot. Its been a couple of months since I have sat down with a blank piece of paper to write my feelings on. I tried yesterday, and I just couldn't seem to get the words out. I love poety. I have done since I was a young child. I think it is a beautiful expression of emotion. words of poetry seem to last longer in my head than normal prose it seems. So. the solution. I'm going to spend a little time tonight on a piece that i have muddled somewhere in My brain, settled between Work, and pleasure. its very rarely the pleasure section of my brain has been activated, so i'm hoping that I can at least produce something good. We shall see.
I'm metally exhausted I think. mentally, at least, its been a hard week. physically too. My work has been starting at 5am every morning, so by the time I'm actually becoming tired, its silly o clock in the morning, and a few hours until My alarm goes off. my alarm is something I hate with a passion. unless it goes off and I don't have to go to work. In that case, I roll over, and close my eyes again, engaging in the blissful sleep that i endure for the next few hours at least.
Enough ranting. I'm tired, and hungry.

Fifty Thousand reasons yet One explaination.

fifty thousand times ive re-enacted it,
fifty thousand endings, the outcome still the same,
fifty thousand tears have fallen from the eyes that loved you,
fifty thosand sobs from the body to blame

fifty thousand reasons for my behaviour,
fifty thousand excuses for my faults,
fifty thousand thoughts of why i love you,
fifty thousand wishes for the results

fifty thousand days ive waited for your return,
fifty thousand justifications pull through,
fifty thousand people may think im hating,
but only one person knows how much i love you

Alone

looking back, sad memories of what that girl became,
i made mistakes i understand, and yes i was to blame,
but because of you i looked away, i let my strong guard slide,
youve took away the things i own, but your not taking my pride!

i will not stand and watch as you destroy my life again,
i will not turn my head and watch my lifeline drain,
but because of you i looked away, i saw my strong guared wrecked
youve took away the things i own,but you cant take my respect

ive listened to the words they said, how, i hung with thugs,
wasting all my life away with hallucinogenic drugs,
i was alone, what could i do but curiously enough,
you always turned your back on me when times were hard and rough

looking back, sad memories of what that girl became,
i made mistakes i understand, and yes i was to blame,
but because of you i have took care, no longer cast on a shelf
i told you i could make it and i made it myself

A Grave.

The words etch into me, a chill is forced down my spine,
Unknown – Poet and writer 1985-2059
whose grave, my grave, obituary- ‘went out without much glory,
Art is Long, Life is Short, each day her life same story’


Not even a name, not even a birthplace shown,
Just a date, a dull, insignificant, unknown
No flowers, just the arctic frigid mark of two, size nine,
Bitter, frostbitten acknowledged, a sigh, there mine


In small letters below, words were wrote
‘There are only two ways to live your life’ an Albert Einstein quote,
The subject soundless, quiet, blameless,
But unidentified, indefinite, nameless

I take a stone, and scratch…Donna Louise, poet and writer, giving,
Born 1985-still living,
Obituary a ‘C.S Lewis’ quote only when deceased
‘100% of us die, and that percentage cannot be increased’

A blank page

Empty , just a vacant void page of nothingness,
Asphyxiating me slowly till me I choke,
And beg for my release, a hold, a throttle,
I lost my bottle, my dignitys broke.

Stupid words of resentment,
verbal skill that will not speak,
Strenuously pulling through my veins till it halts,
My falls my faults, I let my confidence leak

A blank page, no vowels, no words of hate,
No metaphors, no similes, no bawl,
Impairing normal vision, infects my soul,my mind,
I hate to find you smile, when I fall

I stop. I wait. Iambic beats thumping through my brain,
Simple beats of words that seem to flow
Words I can convey but yet refrain,
from my own pen like a river I know

Copyright ©2009 Donna Louise Buckler

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