#rachel
Do you remember me?
You asked me about my dream
Things are not what they seem
What did it mean?
Can I be friendly to you
Something I couldn’t do
Can’t stop thinking about you
There’s something about you
Your smile would get me through
Just let me stand next to you
Cuddling up to me
A feeling I couldn’t beat
Why are you in my mind?
Why can’t I unwind?
Can’t stop thinking about you
There’s just something about you
I just miss it all
Bang my head against the wall
I just miss it all
Stumbling through the halls
I just miss it all
Rachel…
I can’t sleep
Memories repeat
Feel so very weak
Memories repeat
Memories repeat
Memories…
Can’t stop thinking about you
Can’t make it without you
There’s something about you,
There’s just something about you
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC
Rachel Ray was amazing
to the tot that watched
while grandparents talked
to the parent that brought me along
Sat hands in lap
on the living room floor
slowly arching back as each meal passed
We never made any recipe
though I'd thought a lot about it
and often wanted to
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Yesterday
It's my 1st year
sitting in the wheelchair
after I've survived
in a car accident,
I am sitting at the front
door
looking at people passing
by,
The trees are shaking
while I'm in this windy
situation,
Feeling like the world
is fading
so slow like the moon,
As I am stuck in this
wheelchair,
But my hair
is still black.
But it all seem like
i'm getting older
sitting down there
in the wheelchair.
My life is standing
in one place,
I feel like I'm lost in a space
like an astronaut,
For things are moving
so slow,
Everything I touch
start to fall.
I am stuck in this wheelchair
with a lost of despair,
My legs are not moving
and I feel like a patient
that is waiting for death
to slip through the I.C.U
room.
For I am drowning
in the pool of depression
and every one
is happy
and breathing,
While I'm suffocating
inside the glass of cold water.
People treat me like
a useless piece of paper,
Because I am sitting in
this chair of perseverance
for healing
will be the best success.
No one take me serious.
By Lewis DaLyricist
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
I asked for the moon,
He gave me the sun.
I wanted a kiss,
and I tasted the galaxies in her lips.
I asked her for love,
and she gave me her heart.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'd rather have bad days with you,
Than good days without you.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
We'll turn this world upside
down.
We'll dance with the stars
and sing with the moon.
We'll jump from galaxy to galaxy
with the world
looking up
and watching
us
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
The night sky above us was splattered with stars.
Millions of them.
Galaxies and constellations right before our eyes.
The universe was dancing and rejoicing
To a cadence that could not be heard, but only felt.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I was given, at my first birthday party,
a gift sublime, a lovely, lush garden
I played among its fonts and flowers,
traded baseball cards with Atlas and Athena,
rolled in high grass with iridescent dragons
Then one fine day through leaflets high,
I spied a fat juicy fig, haloed by Summer sun
The tree was poison, I knew, its sweet fruit
most likely bad as well, but in my arrogance
I climbed the trunk, got tangled in its branches
I lost control, lost something never truly held,
and fell, through viney snarls and vicious thorns
Fell farther than I ever rose, to putrid death,
moldered slime beneath the canopy
of verdant paradise on gentle hillside above
I crawled about in mud and earthen warrens
Slowly, year by year, learned to walk again
But arrogant I remained—had not my
lesson learned, and so I doubled-down,
made mockery of this chance for redemption
All the sweet virgins did I **** and teach
our children sin, in crystalline waters
I did shat on mulched fields, amber and green,
with cigarette butts and baggies blowing
listless on Autumn winds
When Winter finally came, as winters must,
to **** off weakened souls, and make
the garden ready for new attendants,
I did not learn, I did not take the blame...
It's Him, I cried, I have not power to do this!
But then my youngest daughter sobbed
She watched, sadly, out clouded, grimy windows
and, looking up at my limpid, sullen eyes
crawled into my arms one last, lonely time
to face what I could not...
Behold, the Silent Spring
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
She held it
all of the feathers;
all of the hell
that ever mattered.
The curse
thee accused
the allegations
of a child abused.
Sry, cold, nightmares
of the very old.
In a pen, in embrace
all of the fear
all of the hate.
"Right, with me!"
"Write, with me!"
Every new dream,
write with me
using the dragons flame.
Red, blue, green,
the very chartruse color
of fame. No swords, no
hard words, no martyers
do we stir.
And mask all of the dead,
with the life of every word.
Left unsaid, He alleged
that I had proved luster
to remove his head.
And the mask stays
as a true love of words
wonderful words we shared
in stead of our lovers bed.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC