Rachel S

Joined May 2024

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Written expression is emotion at its peak; delve into it.

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To Say Goodbye
The moment it all finishes is the moment it ceases to fade. And suddenly there comes pouring all the memories that were made.
By Rachel S12 days ago in Poets
The Poem that will Make History
When I try to write a poem that will make history, My pen mocks me. Because the light of my little lamp, casting shadows across the world,
By Rachel S14 days ago in Poets
... Then I'll learn to Be
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
By Rachel S17 days ago in Poets
Humanity Goes for the Easy Life
What I've noticed about poems or at least by myself is that they are much more likely to be read than essays or fiction stories.
By Rachel S18 days ago in Poets
This is where We Rise
This is where life dies out. This is where we fall. This is where we set our hearts on a silent journey somewhere outside of us.
By Rachel S18 days ago in Poets
Death is not a thing; Life is
A life written about is somewhat betrayed. In a sense, words somehow dim emotions, nullify thoughts, darken the light out of smiles and blur beauty to be bearable.
By Rachel S20 days ago in Writers
Forgotten
The most important thing, When all blurs to blackened haze, Is to remember That you once forgot…
By Rachel S23 days ago in Poets
I wanted to Give my Heart
I wanted to give my heart away; To serve a patch of my bliss, And to willingly keep all desire at bay for a Cause higher than basis.
By Rachel S25 days ago in Poets
Big enough to be little
Understanding is the man who understands that he does not and will not understand.
By Rachel S26 days ago in Poets
The Magic of Nature
She dreamed of a magic they call fantastical. A glow of something cast off in a world of glittering unicorns and wings sending small sparkles into the air that emanate gold and beauty of breeze.
By Rachel S27 days ago in Writers
Indecipherable
It all fades away What it is, I cannot decipher But it abandons me When I need it most Leaving bear hands To fend for death
By Rachel Sabout a month ago in Poets
Another Child
The shattered fragments scatterd on the floor spoke of hearts thoroughly broken. The strands of hair, sticky with sweat, indicated the constant, unconquerable stress. The softness and lightness of the hair portrayed the beauty of the head it was pulled from. The words on the paper, blurred from something akin to tears portrayed pained insides impossible to reach.
By Rachel Sabout a month ago in Writers