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Rachel Brooke May 2017
You came like an angel
On wings of pure white
You stole my heart that July night
Your lips were like honeysuckle
Sweet as honey
Dripping passion
Sweet talking
Laid back country loving
Fire pits
And bare feet
Kicking back
Pure love
Uncomplicated
No secrets
This is a back woods
Cold beer
Tail gate
Star gazing
Saturday fishing
Laid back country loving
This poem isn't complete.
Rachel Brooke Apr 2017
The movement of my chest will end
I took the pills
One by one
Name by name
I took the pills
For you that ***** me a pill
For my mom abandoning me a pill
For the dad I never knew
And the bully that told me I should
For the guy I loved
He was the most pills
He torn apart my soul
Nit picked my thoughts
No deed was good enough
Wouldn't listen when I needed him
I took those pills
Writing one last poem
My hands shock
And the words blurred
If it works goodbye
If not the razor
My angel will save me.
To Joshua the only boy I've ever loved. If you read this I loved you enough to give you your last wish. You look me in my year stained eyes and told me to shut up, maybe now you'll see that I loved you enough to give you what you wanted.
Rachel Brooke Dec 2016
Rain soaked tree tops
Slippery ground
Running running
My lungs about to burst
One demon
Two demon
Three demons
Four
A fifth one bringing up the rear
Feet begin to slide
The cold hard ground
One on top
Two holding me down
One standing by
Switch
And switch again
Till they all get a turn
Laughing voices
**** and a *****
Blood running down pale bare legs
The sun would rise and the sun would set
Never showing a tear on my face
Cause I've kept it in till that night
One innocent boy who didn't tell
What he knew
Ended his life boom boom
There on the floor
I wipe the blood from his eyes
RIP brother
May your rest be better
Then the life you lived.
Rachel Brooke May 2016
Her existence was nothing less than traumatic.
Always apprehensive
Always neglected
Alcoholic for a father
Absent mother
Her innocence taken
No one was convicted
Called a liar
Placed in psychiatric treatment
No one took a chance
Beat and abused
Passed by and overlooked
Till she felt like nothing
She took drastic measures
A beautiful baby girl
Now a broken young women
A puddle of blood
A bullet In her head
She found a permanent solution to an ever worsening problem
Now everyone is crying over mere ashes.
A tomb stone
Mark's another lost life.
But where's the justice in that?
So many people are abused, but overlooked. Society doesn't care till it's to late. Major issues aren't important when it's the lower class suffering, but let a rich person go through something. Then charities are created, support groups, and sheltors..
Rachel Brooke May 2016
Stripped away from her family
Surrounded by strangers.
Visitation taken, rights neglected.
Bruises healing
Fear beginning
1 in 300,000 chances of surviving
Probably gonna die
Might end up in prison
Searching for a place to call home
A forever family
To escape the system
Family after family
None seem fitting
Year by year
1 in 500,000 chances
Twice a week therapy sessions.
Daily medications
Diagnosed with depression
Chances slipping
1 in 800,000
A little older
A little more lost
The days go by
Years pass
tired of waiting
Suicide attempts
Self medication
Treament facilities
Another statistic
This is what happens
To children neglected.
Another few years older
Even more apprehensive
Abusive baby daddies
Turned to alcoholism
1 in 1,000,000 chances
Never craved a high more than now
Why would it matter
Needles tracks would numb the pain
But needle tracks would rot her brain
God why is there no out
Bullet to the brain?
God please take it away
God want save her
She’s just another child neglected turned bitter woman
Running from her past
Never really healing
Brick walls are all she knows
Proctect that heart that should’ve been cherish
She’s a queen of pain
Sitting elegant on her throne
Prince Charming never came for this princess.
She’s 1 in 2,000,000
Foster children have little to no chance after they reach the age of seven. People want babies.
Rachel Brooke Mar 2016
When you look at me what do you see?
Can you see past my smile
to the pain in my eyes?
Can you see my wishes
those secret desires I strive to hide?
Can you see the love I'm scared to show?
Can you even see me or are you focused on the beauty you perceive?
I'm not perfect I can't give you the perfect love.
What can I say?
I'm not going to express my wishes unless its hidden in the perfect poetic form.
I'm going to push your limits say things that Will hurt
but if you look me in the eyes for even 1 second you will find the answers to your questions.
so give it 1 second.
take my hand and look at me really see me for me.
in that 1 second you Will find peace.
  Mar 2016 Rachel Brooke
JR Potts
I could never get a straight answer from her, the words didn’t turn crooked at the edges of her mouth. They just didn’t come out… Her forehead would wrinkle, creating a fold at the delta of her brow and nose. She would close her eyes and occasionally flash those electric blues in my direction. I could not help but admire how beautiful she looked trapped in her own indecisiveness. This woman would be the death of me, but **** it, I loved her, I loved her so much that my unanswered questions would never be enough until she confessed to me, she was in love.
I've been focusing a lot more on poetic prose, so forgive the lack of rhythmic formatting. I've always been a fan of novels and I think I feel more comfortable writing in this format.
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