Everyone will tell you-
you just aren't
good enough,
someday,
the sun just won't come
up in the morning.
someday, superman will die.
someday, Antarctica will melt.
someday, an education will be impossible to get.
someday, there will be a third world war.
our children, and our children's children
will watch it all continue to happen.
but nobody will know-
that what i feel inside-
is just what they're watching
the world do.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Seasons Changing
dark turns rich color brown
through the summer as the sun goes down
it comes time for leaves to fall
soon enough, nothing to sing at all.
summer, autumn, spring,
the winter winds sing
whispering to me
how they truly love me.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
through the summer as the sun goes down
it comes time for leaves to fall
soon enough, nothing to sing at all.
summer, autumn, spring,
the winter winds sing
whispering to me
how they truly love me.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
i am Renate Wolff.
another assignment, this one i was given information about a child in the holocaust and i was to write a poem from her perspective. this childs name was Renate Wolff.
i am a prisoner.
i hear gun shots and screams.
i see walking dead, it seems.
i say nothing, because there are no words left.
i cry, because i want to fly with the birds.
i am nobody to them.
i am surviving slowly.
i want to go home with my family.
i need a place to pray.
i hope ill be free someday.
i fear i will not see
i am wishing to be set free.
i am one of the few alive.
i feel i may actually survive.
i try to find a way out.
i wonder if ill ever find that route.
i dream of blue skies outside these gates.
i am a victim
of fate.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
i am a prisoner.
i hear gun shots and screams.
i see walking dead, it seems.
i say nothing, because there are no words left.
i cry, because i want to fly with the birds.
i am nobody to them.
i am surviving slowly.
i want to go home with my family.
i need a place to pray.
i hope ill be free someday.
i fear i will not see
i am wishing to be set free.
i am one of the few alive.
i feel i may actually survive.
i try to find a way out.
i wonder if ill ever find that route.
i dream of blue skies outside these gates.
i am a victim
of fate.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
Grief.
How I envy those poets and authors.
to toss words into the air
and have them fall in perfect order.
why is it so easy to pour out my grief in a poem,
and so difficult to capture my joy in print?
joy exist in a fleeting moment,
grief lasts forever.
it takes one to feel grief,
two to feel joy.
my joy has already been shared and thus multiplied.
my grief till now has been private.
alone in the dark my grief mushrooms.
i need to find a friend to halve the burden.
will you be that friend?
-rachelleeashlee<3.
to toss words into the air
and have them fall in perfect order.
why is it so easy to pour out my grief in a poem,
and so difficult to capture my joy in print?
joy exist in a fleeting moment,
grief lasts forever.
it takes one to feel grief,
two to feel joy.
my joy has already been shared and thus multiplied.
my grief till now has been private.
alone in the dark my grief mushrooms.
i need to find a friend to halve the burden.
will you be that friend?
-rachelleeashlee<3.
"Looking Back and Looking Forward"
This was also an assignment, just before graduating middle school. (Mesa Verde is the middle school I attended.)Going through middle school was tough, and its weird looking back thinking I went into with mom and coming out of it without.
i remember my first year at Mesa Verde.
seeing a new face,
feeling a new path to chase.
"welcome to middle school," they shout,
and i taste the fear of a beginning of a brand new route.
the smell of a whole new world that day,
i remember my first day at mesa verde.
i remember 8th grade at mesa verde.
seeing it all for my final time,
feeling the desks that are no longer mine.they say their goodbyes,
as i taste salty tears rolling from my eyes.
the smell of my middle school world going away,
i remember 8th grade at mesa verde.
i look forward to high school.
hoping everything will be okay,
yet fearing i'll dread every single day.
i wonder where this road will take me.
i will never really be free.
with my friends, ill only keep the true,
i look forward to high school.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
i remember my first year at Mesa Verde.
seeing a new face,
feeling a new path to chase.
"welcome to middle school," they shout,
and i taste the fear of a beginning of a brand new route.
the smell of a whole new world that day,
i remember my first day at mesa verde.
i remember 8th grade at mesa verde.
seeing it all for my final time,
feeling the desks that are no longer mine.they say their goodbyes,
as i taste salty tears rolling from my eyes.
the smell of my middle school world going away,
i remember 8th grade at mesa verde.
i look forward to high school.
hoping everything will be okay,
yet fearing i'll dread every single day.
i wonder where this road will take me.
i will never really be free.
with my friends, ill only keep the true,
i look forward to high school.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
Death by Love
This one was actually an assignment for my English class, we had to write prepositional poetry.
since the day she was born,
within, her heart was already torn.
behind her eyes hides pain.
beyond that, there is only rain.
but somehow she manages,
among all the bandages.
in this life, she still lives.
beside herself-to others-she still gives.
until that night,
during which she gave up the fight.
before she made her final sound,
near her hearts last pound,
with his burning picture in her hand,
beneath her, her legs tried to stand.
about to die,
for she knew she had to try,
between her whimpers,
out she whispers,
"I loved you. So fucking much..."
-rachelleeashlee<3.
since the day she was born,
within, her heart was already torn.
behind her eyes hides pain.
beyond that, there is only rain.
but somehow she manages,
among all the bandages.
in this life, she still lives.
beside herself-to others-she still gives.
until that night,
during which she gave up the fight.
before she made her final sound,
near her hearts last pound,
with his burning picture in her hand,
beneath her, her legs tried to stand.
about to die,
for she knew she had to try,
between her whimpers,
out she whispers,
"I loved you. So fucking much..."
-rachelleeashlee<3.
Like Raindrops.
These words drip like raindrops
falling from the winter sky. each one
heavier than the last, calling to each other
from afar. getting closer to becoming
part of the past, words hurt , i know
thats true. but look up, someday
the sky will be blue.
_______________________________
my tears drip like raindrops, pounding against
my window. each one heavier than the last, forming
a puddle down below, every drop becoming
part of my past. it hurts even though its
true, but look up. maybe the sky
will finally fall to you.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
falling from the winter sky. each one
heavier than the last, calling to each other
from afar. getting closer to becoming
part of the past, words hurt , i know
thats true. but look up, someday
the sky will be blue.
_______________________________
my tears drip like raindrops, pounding against
my window. each one heavier than the last, forming
a puddle down below, every drop becoming
part of my past. it hurts even though its
true, but look up. maybe the sky
will finally fall to you.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
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