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Rachele Taylor Poem
Push
Don't Want
_To Be Hurt_
Want To Keep
You Here
Pull
Copyright © Rachele Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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Rachele Taylor Poem
A deer gallops through the forest, no fear in its mind. It finds a path in the open much different than others, and must stop and admire it. This naive little doe does not even know cars belong on this road. Along comes a car and the deer fears for its life, but cannot even bare to move. The doe or the car, those are the choices of who is going to lose. In the last instant the car runs off the lane. Even though there are factors unharmed, nothing will ever be the same.
Copyright © Rachele Taylor | Year Posted 2013
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Everyone says I'm different,
Says that I have changed.
I think differently.
I'm just finding me.
Everyone says "Your life's wasted"
Says I'm going nowhere.
I think differently.
I'm just finding me.
Everyone slowly leaves.
They say I'm all alone.
I think differently.
I'm just finding me.
Everyone shows me things from the past,
Tries to show what they think they know.
I think differently.
I'm just finding me.
Sitting alone with nothing and noone,
I look at things left behind.
I'm still thinking differently.
I was just finding me.
I look over it all again and again,
Looking for something to show.
Now, I think differently.
I lost the real me.
Copyright © Rachele Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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In every waking moment,
In every breaking tear,
I wish I never met you,
I pray that you were here.
In every time of trouble,
In every time of need,
I wish you to be a knight,
And rescue me on your stead.
In every glimpse of madness,
In every roar of rage,
I see you as an lowly actor,
I want to beat you off the stage.
In every time of sorrow,
In every time of pain,
I remember that night,
And kissing in the rain.
In every happy moment,
In every sign of joy,
I think of old times,
What could've been a girl or boy.
I see you with her,
All emotions begin to boil.
Every time I hear of you,
My soul is in toil.
Every time I try
To move on just like you,
I freeze and second guess,
"What if he does what you do?"
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I'm dizzy. Yet, I cannot move at all. Nothing really makes sense.
I'm falling. Yet, my feet are firmly planted. My mind and body are playing tricks.
I'm crying. But, only on the inside. I don't know why I can't show the emotion.
I'm living. Or, is this my personal Hell? I cannot be sure, but I know I'm torn.
I'm moving on. But, occasionally think of it all. Was any of it even real?
I stand. On both feet and very tall. It's all much clearer now that you're gone.
I'm found. Yet, I was truly never lost. And now the strength to turn my cheek has finally been brought out.
Copyright © Rachele Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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You have no friends, you have
no one who loves you in return.
No one to heal pain or for the
touch in which you yearn.
Everyone comes and goes it is
the common thing.
You try and try, but you don't
mean anything.
All they do is suck you dry
Till you can't move, can't eat,
can't even cry.
We put ourselves in these
positions, but answer me this,
why?
Why be around anyone when
they only cause a will to die?
Copyright © Rachele Taylor | Year Posted 2013
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