Diving Deep
Every word speaks my mind, Every tune sticks to my bones. All of a sudden, it seems so clear, It's whispering all I need to hear. I dive in deep, as it echoes through me, Ears pricked up, I listen to the piece. Somebody's clearly been
Rachel Woodbridge
Rachel Woodbridge is a 17 year old poet, whose fingers reach out for a pencil when words become too heavy for the heart to carry. She is juggling her high school studies while fighting with her emotions through metaphors and imagery.
I See Through It Now
It is now that I see the ease, Some movement of your fingers — And the puppet dances as you please. But two hands and legs don't make us men, I know I was the one with the threads, But your using them like that was insane. It is
The Serpent Beneath The Flower
You poured it all, like oil into my soul, I took it gently, unaware, And though it turned out to be a cloud of smoke, The load held onto my heart so bare. It weighed me down, like a fruit from a branch, I withered a little, everyday, I still