Rachael Delamar

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i am in love with randomness yet i hate anything to be in chaos.. sometimes i still feel as if im the biggest contradiction i know... and i have finally met someone who understands me and this concept... i'll admit to being a constant trial and tribulation to his patient soul.. i like quotes and the different ways people put words together.. ive always liked the interactions between he and she A connection when two minds meet and explode in the middle...then after awhile the fire that dies out Written communication in the style of phrases and fairy tales... A jaded romantic..i keep love letters and boxes of memories stored in a secret haven in my mind. i am the james bond of negotiations Words that only have meaning for me and a certain few..These words have become a lifeline to my soul Broken hearts and people who own them....we understand each other and the fortress we live in..some choose to embrace the means to make a muse. Unrequited love drives the creative world i believe.)

The Best Poem Of Rachael Delamar

Osmatic

the smell of gasoline

and her lita ford hair..the sound of static is the schizophrenia buzzing through the air..the sight is my lachrymose mother letting her conniving tears fall into the glass of vodka in one hand and the ash on her ciggarette in the other is dangerously close to falling...

'im feeling a bit manic today...a bit depressed today..so refill my glass won't you? and get that damn orange juice away...it's the vod-ka, my dear, i covet you know....You seem a bit stressed dear...'

as she reaches into her pharmacuetical bag of magic tricks...positioned just so beside her femininely crossed perfect legs...similar to mine i now know..

'take a handful of these to calm your nerves dear...Oh but those aren't right..'

she fumbles mumbles and slurs...

'those are for my anti social personality disorder... '

for the 1% of the female population...when she feels the urge to lie cheat or kill...or to torch the houses down the street...

'and oh no no these are for my epilepsy...'

of which she may or may not take depending on the need for sympathy thereafter....or...the need of the pain killers..that come next...you musn't mix you know

'and yes my pain pills...one for now...one for later..

(after the grand mal once the migraine ensues)

'You're still standing there, daughter dear? '

........yes mummy....sarcasm-my saving grace- and i are still standing here clutching your handful of pills...watching you cry...

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