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Rachel Dyer Apr 2016
Him
I was born for going.
I was made for flying.
I was destined to run.
I was designed to explore.
but now, at the final hour,
I find I want a bit more.

I find myself quite stuck there.
In your perfect flawless smile.
The shores of tomorrow are calling
but my feet keep stalling.
Working for one more minute
to hear your soul, to learn your mind.
Because I keep falling into your words.

Here I am, the flight risk
the born to be a bird
born to freedoms call
but staring at my phone waiting for yours.
Lingering on the beauty in the word
You.

You are beautiful
Sometimes I think you are the only thing
that could tempt me off my path
even though I know you would never do that
My heart and mind fight with a passionate wrath
Go Go Go she shouts
but HIM HIM HIM she yells

He's gone I think
but, my heart says,
sixty days to twilight
and I intend to fight.
Rachel Dyer Apr 2016
It was years ago when I noticed it,
the falling of the sands.
I brushed them off my shoulders
but there is always one grain that sticks where it lands.
I tried my best to ignore it
but now its a ******* torrent.
I can't move
I can't breath
My hands beat against the glass
Because
There you are
Standing in your own ticking prison
So at peace so at ease
so self assured, just notice me please
Of course I meet you now
but instead of admitting defeat,
and surrendering to our time that fleets
Im asking how
how can I get to you
how can I make you see
how can I tell if your eyes ever linger on me
if your mind ever wanders to my side
If when you see me your heart calls.  
What I wouldn't give to break these walls
to shake off the sands of time
to hold you hear you say "You're mine"
Just see me
hear me  
stay with me
say you want it too
that maybe between me and you...
we can commit a beautiful crime
and shatter time.
Rachel Dyer Mar 2016
Amazing I'm still here
Swirling, and spinning, trying not to fall.
Never quite sure who we are trying to find it in our beer
Looking like we are 10 feet tall, but feeling so incredibly small.

Overly aware of time and space
But everyone just sees a space case.
You drink too much
You smoke too much
You cry too much
I try too much

In and out of love at the drop of a dime
Just trying to find someone to love us for real
Maybe someone who means it for real this time.
And can maybe make us forget the hurt we feel.

In the heat of the moment
The best years of our lives
But still suffer from the torment
Of the deep abyss of the unknown into which we dive

Grown up but still our mothers baby
Adults who are still afraid of the dark
Who can only answer every question with maybe
But are told we need to be black and white and stark

Here goes nothing
Being 20 something
Rachel Dyer Feb 2016
We are nothing like each other. Nothing in common, save our brown eyes.
The list could go on forever, enough to see the thousandth sun rise. We will forever live of separate planes, reaching through time to get to one another. But to be honest
My heart is bright and hot,
and yours is not.
My mind wanders to every corner of imagination,
yours never seems to leave the station.
My body aches to explore this world,
at home is where you stay tightly curled.
I fight for others rights,
you send them packing into the night.
I find heaven in a  beer battered cod,
you pray to the most unkind god.
I treat my body like the temple that it is,
you break your bones and drown your brain in fizz.
I know I'll never be a hero no matter how hard I try,
but I don't know if I will ever stop attempting to save you...even if I know its a lie.
Anyone else know the feeling?
Rachel Dyer Feb 2016
Come home when you are heartbroken
And please god let me be your home
I will never lock the door on you
This heart of mine will always be warm, wherever I may roam.
No matter how many times you've hurt me
Or how many times I've screamed
No matter how many times we lied and cursed and sent each other packing, with your toothbrush and my comb.
Come home when you are heartbroken
And please god let me be your home.
The love of my life, the one who has hurt me the most, came back into my life following his most recent break-up. While people say we should leave each other behind forever, it would seem to me that that is not how love works, even if we know we can't be together.
  Jan 2016 Rachel Dyer
Liz And Lilacs
Your lips taste like lies and liquor.
Someone once told me
The more people you love,
the weaker you are.
and I never understood that
until the taste of blood in my mouth
felt almost nostalgic,
like your version of a lover's kiss.
Rachel Dyer Jan 2016
You must be crazy
To be so crazy about me
Don't you know the only thing I can offer you is time
There is no guarantee within me.
But here you are so bright and beautiful
Eager to please
Wanting me to trust you.
And you have found my weakness.
It is hard to resist someone so genuine and true.
And you are changing my colors
Now bright red where there used to be blue.
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