Rachel Jacobs

Joined June 2019

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@phantasma.philosophy ~ Instagram for my poetry.

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Malicious
God, you were a mean mother fucker, But I loved you so generously, so effortlessly. I craved your pain, anger and alcoholism,
By Rachel Jacobs5 years ago in Poets
Shed
Daydreams about driving far away from my home, Fantasies about taking off from this life. Craving raw sunsets and beaches I’ve never seen,
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
The Path of Misfortune
When I was walking on the beaten path, A very small something jumped out of the bushes And latched its jaw around my ankle.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Cotton Candy
The sunsets are always so inviting, Its watermelon pink with hazy purples! And there’s that alluring orange that makes Me want to be absorbed in the sky.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
For Ophelia
I have sat and waited, day in and day Out for his return. He is home, but not Really. Someone has plucked away my Hamlet and left this strange young man in his
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Easy
It’s so easy to feel insecure, It’s so easy to slip into sadness. I admire everyone's bravery, Bravery to be a better them.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Untitled, For You
I miss looking into your eyes, That penetrating gaze. Doesn’t it feel as though We are two magnetic poles? Constantly pulling and pushing
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Again
Well, I guess that this has happened again; And someone wants us to believe, that it Is no big deal, that THIS, is how they are
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Say Her Name
I didn’t feel like drinking with my friends tonight. I’m just sitting at the bar, watching Joel and George, twins, take back the Monday night special; one beer and one shot for $5. Hennesey’s is always the Monday night spot us college kids to rush to, despite having 8 AM’s, well in my case, 9:30’s. The bar is starting to swelter with the heat of so many bodies crammed inside, and the music pounding in my ears won’t allow any fantasies to get my mind off of her.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Horror
Nineteen
Oh, that feeling of belonging to nothing! No where to live, no one to love. I was just being swept away in the current, Nothing was too important at that time.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
A Nightmare From Last Night
The last thing I thought of before drifting away into dreams, was a monster stalking and prowling my room. Somehow that demonic clown, with eyes that undressed and judged me, followed me down the path of uncertain reality.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Mentality to Reality
Disappearing into nature brings real solace To an overworking, analyzing mind. I am very curious why I love to wander aimlessly,
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets