Rachel Lyle: Favorites

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Juneau

always remember to give one hundred and ten percent
the golden rule to ensure ones professional ascent
i've been told this repeatedly without asking what they really meant
does the world really expect me to give it my all until i am old and bent
when they only give me back just enough to cover my rent
am i the only one who feels so overwhelmingly discontent
no matter how much i give my earnings only once a year augment
and the thought of how small this raise will be leaves me in torment
so **** this society and the current establishment
i have a better idea for how my life should be spent
i have a place in mind where i'll never need another cent
one day i'll escape this place leaving the world wondering where i went

January 21, 2015

just needed to vent

forty-seven

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Back when I thought poetry rhymed

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

jls

Back when I thought poetry rhymed

I thought poetry was a series of
notes and rhythms;
had to sing myself to sleep
with a voice too raspy from the tears.

I didn't know poetry was the coma
you wake up from
when you find the right words
to express your thoughts.

I didn't know it was
the lonely you feel
on the nights surrounded by humans
but no people.

So I waited and prayed for the words,
didn't let poetry bring me to my knees.
Praise God,
praise God we can express ourselves.

And I would've never believed
that poetry would make you
feel alive in the pain,
proud in the shame,
forever changed.

Back when I thought poetry rhymed.

Shout-out to my friend Crystal who helped me with the rhyming part. (how ironic.)

#poetry #change #rhymes

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Poetic belligerence

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

K Balachandran

Poetic belligerence

Reading  from it's book of absurdity, for you and me is a daily routine,
do I  get conditioned to meekly accept life's brutal reality you ask me
Even on a bed of burning coal, I've seen dancers amaze with alacrity,
I fight back those slings and arrows with the sheer verve of my poetry.
From  lonely walks, through inner paths every time I return smiling
my golden retriever faithfully follows with the day's happy find.

What poetry means to each one of us..it's defense of imaginativeness against the corruption reality has undergone..

#poetry #life #absurdity #fightback

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

types of crying

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Cristina

types of crying

there are different types of crying
each of us has at least one or two
and from my point of view
the most used is the one without tears,
when the soul cries loud and everything in the body hurts.
and there is another one that goes hand in hand with rain
you're between droplets, crying and nobody can see the tears.

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Pacifier

Jan 2015 Rachel Lyle

Sia Jane

Pacifier

Pain, so irrevocable
Always too late once muttered.

You slice & dice me
And, I
Sprinkle you with lovers dust.

You pour petrol on an already lit fire
The smell still lingers days later
And, I
Seek out sweet medicine
Caressing your wounds;
Aloe Vera grows abundantly besides what we once called home.

You're the dog with her tail between her legs,
And, I
Gather you in my arms as you cry
A baby ripped from the womb
too soon.

© Sia Jane

Just something noted on my way home tonight xxxx