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Rachael A Gentry May 2015
Be
Patience is the word of the slow,
and progress is the word of the hasty.
We truly must only be now.
Now is though a concept like go or stop.

Be what you are, hasty or slow.
To be, simply do, both and/or neither.
To find a simple median,
that is now much like every other time.
Rachael A Gentry Mar 2016
From the purple mountains to the vast blue skies,

From the wild bears to the intricate design on a butterfly,

From the colorful people who travel the world, to a house cat chasing a bird


Little children playing in the dirt, growing up, getting ready for work

Hard cover, soft cover, leather bound books

Walking to school in the bright sunlight,

Waiting for the bus on a starry night


Holding your family warm in your grasp

Mourning the ones that have already passed


Walking your dog on a leash outside

Going for an exciting joyride

Skipping college classes just cause you can

Studying hard for that same exam


Sitting inside, playing a vintage board game,

or going outside to run in the rain

Eating food everyday before going to bed

while having a sturdy or shabby roof over your head


From gently painting the flat plains or rolling hills,

to peacefully protesting overpriced bills

Pleading your case in court before going to jail,

and receiving unread, unopened mail


Some people sacrifice everyday for you and me,

our brave soldiers volunteer to save us because…

freedom isn’t free
I wrote this about a year ago and forgot about it, oops...
Rachael A Gentry Apr 2015
The moon's magic blanket,
The life it's rays begin
In darkness, it is not dark,
But light that is hidden within

The moon does not give light,
It reflects it from the sun
But it auras a magic feeling,
In which there is no compare

It beckons you,
It dares
The danger, seems none
As it captures you in trance
Your heart, your soul...
Your life

The moon, it's more than that
It's imagination alive,
A magic blanket that watches you as it hangs high in the air,
Is it a moon? Or a whimsy of the mind?
Is it science? Or a feeling to which none other can provide?
Does it give life? Or does it rip it from the living?

It warms me at night...
The moon's magic blanket
Rachael A Gentry Aug 2015
You brainwash me,
Carefully,
Slowly,
With ads and TV.
You show me that I'm not skinny enough,
You show me that I'm not smart enough,
You show me to reveal more skin,
Simply because I'm a girl.
There's no escape from the zombies that follow the magazines.
Or the ones that mindlessly stare at phones constantly.
I'm told to be a stick, with blonde hair and blue eyes,
I'm told that I'm loved, but for what?
By whom?

Does that mean I'm not enough?
Was everyone else born wearing makeup?
You say I'm free to follow,
but you drag me screaming on the ground.
Prosecuted for making the smallest sound
So leave me alone and take the hypnotized idiots,
I'll keep my place in life,
and my meaningful existence.
Rachael A Gentry Apr 2015
Has man ruined our world?
Is pollution fancy for destruction?
Will generations cry after us at the mistakes we've made?
If this is so, we're passed fixing it. What's left?
Let's not dwell on what life could've been,
Appreciate what is,
Man has killed but there's no reason to keep killing.
If you think that there's any freedom, your wrong.
We won't stop fighting for it though,
Rachael A Gentry May 2015
We shall not wait for prince charming to save us,
We must bring ourselves up from what haunts our beings.
Don't sit upon a filth covered floor and  wait for results.
Allow dust filled time to be motivation for bettering ourselves.

But when our fate has turned for what we've made it,
Don't wait for someone to be in hell to show them heaven.
Be the better side of yourself to even those unfamiliar.
Open up to them with confidence and pride.

Show kindness to the experienced and unexperienced alike,
And give chances those who accept them, not necessarily deserve them.
Beware though, of sympathy and care's dangerous results.
For the mistakes learned from are what divide the fine from the lazy.
Rachael A Gentry May 2015
This woman, she has wiry hair,
She cleans her teeth with a finger,
She looks much like a bear.

This woman, her clothes are brown and raggedy,
her nose is crooked and scarred.
She constantly walks with a limp
and her neck is equal to lard.

In this woman, looking back, I can see
the strength within her heart
the kindness that she held
the happiness that she felt...

               and the person I'd like to be
Rachael A Gentry Aug 2015
The sweetest smile is when there is no mirror
The cutest laugh is when no one can hear
And the loveliest words are ones that you hold dear
Rachael A Gentry Aug 2015
I sit in the corner as they flirt with my friends
I cough in my sleeve as they kiss without end
I stare at the wall as they makeout in the chair,
not even noticing, me curling my hair

I pretend not to notice the guys that say ew
or the people who stare when my friends enter a room
The boys who gape at the beauty they posess,
and I walk by looking my best.
I'm second rate when it comes to them,
and unnoticed by any men

They look more mature,
and make funnier jokes,
They build crowds around them and push me down
But my personality's consistant all year 'round.

I don't have looks
or a deadly skinny body
but I have a good heart
(and I'm not as moody)
so I don't need boys or parties
because I've got inner happiness

push me to the ground! I'm strong, I'll live!
stomp me and insult me! I can fight!
you can try killing me but **I wont die!
Rachael A Gentry Oct 2015
You are beautiful
Full of love
May you live happy and soulful
I wish you a smile
Be you and you will be gleeful
Others will follow your insight
And you will hold the world in your hand
Beauty comes from inside and you have captured it
But beauty isn't to be captured so you let it go
But the beauty won't so easily flee and modesty only strengthens it
You are beautiful

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