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rachel-doty
rachel-doty
Young adult on a quest to find out the meaning of life. I love my Lord, my friends, my family, and animals. Singer, songwriter, pianist, actress, and of course, writer. Love to hear opinions and to make new friends. Ciao!
Chewie hasn’t touched his food I hope he’ll be o.k.. It hasn’t been the same for him Since Leia passed away. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly Twas bad enough when Obi-wan was struck down by Darth Vader. But it’s no surprise when an old man dies That’s expected, now or later. Our Princess was a force you see Bringing gales of laughter which is why we want her here and not in the hereafter. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly. I hope one day we’ll meet again In Mos Eisley’s Cantina That gold bikini may not fit But we’d still be glad to see her.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Melancholy Wookie
Hate. All I see is hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. It's everywhere now. In the ceiling, under the rickety floorboards, Sleeping through the cracks of a once impenetrable foundation. There are three sides to every story, but no one wants to see the third side, the truth. I'm right, no I'm right, well you're a demon. You're not smart enough, not pretty ebough, too pretty, the wrong ethnicity, to give a valid argument. You're not valid. Only I, the holiest of beings, can tell you how to think, what to say, and what to never say. I- SHUT UP!!! ... God, silence is golden. Then there's the rest of us. The children, huddled in a dark corner where their angry parents hurl glass plates and scream. We want everything to be well. Perhaps "well again" isn't the right phrase. Home was never perfect, and it never will be. But if we could be a happy family, even through the dark times, if we could hear what one another is saying, no. If we could LISTEN to what one another is saying, that would be enough. There are those who are done fighting, the old man in his wicker chair, waiting his whole life to be noticed. When he finally gets his medal, his children throw it into the garbage disposal. What is there left to say when no one will listen? There are those of us on the front lines, the virtual vigilantes. So passionate, so intense, so disconnected. There are the Orwellian sheep. Saying what they've been told by whomever chooses to educate them. Their minds so innocent, angry, closing every day. They see not the masses of wolves spinning lies with the help of their wool. The house is crumbling. Those who scream too loud are breaking the glass windows. The soft spoken are struggling to clean the splintery, split floorboards. Of course, they are all too busy to notice the house is leaning far off to one side. It starts to teeter on the side of a cliff. Creak. Creak. Creak.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Crumbling House
Hate. All I see is hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. It's everywhere now. In the ceiling, under the rickety floorboards, Sleeping through the cracks of a once impenetrable foundation. There are three sides to every story, but no one wants to see the third side, the truth. I'm right, no I'm right, well you're a demon. You're not smart enough, not pretty ebough, too pretty, the wrong ethnicity, to give a valid argument. You're not valid. Only I, the holiest of beings, can tell you how to think, what to say, and what to never say. I- SHUT UP!!! ... God, silence is golden. Then there's the rest of us. The children, huddled in a dark corner where their angry parents hurl glass plates and scream. We want everything to be well. Perhaps "well again" isn't the right phrase. Home was never perfect, and it never will be. But if we could be a happy family, even through the dark times, if we could hear what one another is saying, no. If we could LISTEN to what one another is saying, that would be enough. There are those who are done fighting, the old man in his wicker chair, waiting his whole life to be noticed. When he finally gets his medal, his children throw it into the garbage disposal. What is there left to say when no one will listen? There are those of us on the front lines, the virtual vigilantes. So passionate, so intense, so disconnected. There are the Orwellian sheep. Saying what they've been told by whomever chooses to educate them. Their minds so innocent, angry, closing every day. They see not the masses of wolves spinning lies with the help of their wool. The house is crumbling. Those who scream too loud are breaking the glass windows. The soft spoken are struggling to clean the splintery, split floorboards. Of course, they are all too busy to notice the house is leaning far off to one side. It starts to teeter on the side of a cliff. Creak. Creak. Creak.
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I.V. Test tubes. I'm going under. No clue How much longer I'll be here Strong arms. Soft eyes. This is love, No lie. Wish I could cure your crippling fear Eyes roll. Can't stop. Time is passing. Tick-tock. I'm passing out again, my dear She's gone. God, please. Don't take my angel away from me. She's the light that keeps me free Your kiss. Your warmth. You're the last thing I could touch. Your lips release me into Light I'm above. You're beneath. Please don't worry. My fate was sealed. The gates of Heaven lie in sight She's gone. I'm gone. I am nothing if not her man. I must join her in that place where all is right.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
The End
It would have been better if you had left me for dead in the woods, no sun, no air, no water, no chance of survival, and yet you choose to let me live like this, in a state of madness that I can't control. I should have seen it coming from the start Our paths were destined to part, yet I was a fool and believed the smile you used to enchant me with. I should've known it was all a cruel lie it was in front of me the whole time, all those memories that I cherished. What goes up must come down. Well, that explains a lot, considering that many a few times I thought we were both on cloud nine. We fell like a damaged airplane, crashing and burning. You told me you knew you would make a mistake. I'd be surprised if you haven't already made it. I went through hell and high water for you, yet you would now be inconvenienced to give me the time of day. All our friends were convinced we would live in bliss; be ninety years old sipping lemonade and watching our grandchildren running on our lawn. I thought they were right. And yet, I see your face wherever I go. Every distraction somehow fails. Strangely though, the thing I am most angry about... is the fact that you never came after me. I miss the beating of your heart next to mine. I miss dancing with you in the moonlight. I miss you.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
I Miss You
You know what is super? The hug of a lifelong friend who you know you can count on 'till the end The setting sun and the rising stars on a mountaintop away from racing cars The look you get from a trusted lover when he lets you be you without societal covers Stepping into a cathedral when no one is there, with God's presence alone you become so aware of life's precious gifts that we tend to forget when we hurt others mindlessly and later regret Why can't we step back and no longer delay to embrace living light and seize the day?
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
What is Super?
I remember once upon a time It was all fun and games till you arrived the sun shone and the birds sang the clouds smiled and I loved to play There was heaviness in the air that I never could explain pushed it down as best I could but now I’m feeling the pain I’m free at last from your hold I will never fit your mould I’m free as a bird and I’ll never come back No more mind games with me picking up your slack You said you were sorry but how true is that after years and years you can’t bring me back it takes a thousand I love you’s to mend a broken heart it’s way too late now for you to make a fresh new start No more lies is what I strive to hear No more lies and shouts and broken spirits and living in constant fear I’m ready to let you go and run away into the night I’m a grown girl now and I am ready to fight
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Grown Gone Girl
One year more I watched that glistening bauble drop from the heavens above Celebrities were kissing while I watched; innocent as a dove One hand held I a mocktail the other held the remote my iPhone 5 was on my lap the drink running down my throat I was starting to get nervous as the year was ending soon these next few seconds were intense or I was crazy as a loon My love of just two months was conversing then with me He was away but I was here it was him I wished to see Then at last the time had come to welcome the New Year My heart stopped as I sent the text that I before had feared Some people underestimate the power of emojis but they convey a secret language for the new generation to see the particular face I sent had puckered lips of love would it be received well as I hoped I prayed to Heaven above The time was 12:01 I was ready for fate to play its part in my quest of love from which I had not strayed My phone then alerted me that I had received a message it was a kiss sent back to me from the boy I love with rage My heart was all aflutter when I realized with glee this was my first New Year's kiss and it belonged to me not only this, but there was more that I celebrated that night I completed a resolution that I had made years before in spite of my usual luck in love it was horrible to the extreme I wanted to have a kiss of love the night Baby New Year was conceived I jumped up from my chair and danced about with glee then I shouted for the world to hear; "My Old Year's resolution is complete!"
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
My Old Year's Resolution
One year more I watched that glistening bauble drop from the heavens above Celebrities were kissing while I watched; innocent as a dove One hand held I a mocktail the other held the remote my iPhone 5 was on my lap the drink running down my throat I was starting to get nervous as the year was ending soon these next few seconds were intense or I was crazy as a loon My love of just two months was conversing then with me He was away but I was here it was him I wished to see Then at last the time had come to welcome the New Year My heart stopped as I sent the text that I before had feared Some people underestimate the power of emojis but they convey a secret language for the new generation to see the particular face I sent had puckered lips of love would it be received well as I hoped I prayed to Heaven above The time was 12:01 I was ready for fate to play its part in my quest of love from which I had not strayed My phone then alerted me that I had received a message it was a kiss sent back to me from the boy I love with rage My heart was all aflutter when I realized with glee this was my first New Year's kiss and it belonged to me not only this, but there was more that I celebrated that night I completed a resolution that I had made years before in spite of my usual luck in love it was horrible to the extreme I wanted to have a kiss of love the night Baby New Year was conceived I jumped up from my chair and danced about with glee then I shouted for the world to hear; "My Old Year's resolution is complete!"
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I beg you please don't leave me I beseech you please don't go I simply can't wipe our slate clean Make our memories cease to show why won't you let me touch you as you head out the door? just a hug, a ****** stroke just that and nothing more Is the blame on me? What is it I've done wrong? Pray, tell me what I've done so the guilt eats me not whole You say there's someone else Why cheat while our love seemed strong? and then you dropped the bomb on me; I've ben the other woman all along
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Please
Please take a moment, my dear, To stay by my side I've missed you so as a flower in a drought misses the rain Let my heart be satisfied by your presence once more before you leave Don't let me get away without a first last kiss. Let us hold each other one last time Will you remember the times we had, After the fact? Would you dare to remember the late night conversations we had, the times we hid our love notes from our parents? Isn't young love a glorious thing? Once you leave, once I leave, will you remember our soft kisses in the moonlight? If only this could last forever, we would live in the kingdom of eternal bliss. Sadly, it may not be so, but stay by me, my dear, for this moment,and let us caress while we can
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
One Last Moment
The waves in your hair drive me mad the shine in your eyes makes me glad You make me smile out of the blue I never dreamed you'd see me too Do you love me? those eyes of yours do make me swoon my focus travels to the moon Your aura hints at some romance I pray that you will take this chance Do you love me? darling your smile lights up a room it makes the dead grin in their tombs I hope you know how much you're worth at last I've given up my search Do you love me? Where have you been my whole long life, while I was pained and filled with strife? One might say you're rather sweet, I say you make life complete Do you love me? Some must traverse far and wide, to find their grooms, to find their brides for you I'd travel seven seas I hope I am your wife-to-be Do you love me?
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Do You Love Me?