Rachel Steinmetz

Joined May 2024

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Past
Past is eternal; Living its consequences In all of presence.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
To Buy a Smile
To The Smile Store: I purchased from you a while ago A smile bright and fine. With hope that sets a night to shine, And a darkness to burst aglow.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Walk My Heart Away
I want to walk my heart out And drown it underseas. Knowing emotion as a stranger, And watching its power cease. - I want to walk my heart away,
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Betrayal
And when the light was set aglow, I cast it far away, And darkened it with shadows so All light will float astray. - A world where I can run
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Fiery life
can it kill and build? Searing through to the pure core. Like ash is glory.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Flame
eternity its destination, Breathing through to a world burnt pure, Flames forever only rise. Granting life to the dark, And all that conceal.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Fire
what glory fire holds, What higher worlds it blinds. Pondering it’s flaps and folds, And it’s never-ending finds. - Not an inch does it occupy,
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Innocent
Don't shed the blindness, Innocence will fade the first, Life is only last.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Why
Why, the moon has already gone, How, the darkness blinds the light. Who, man's on a run-a-thon, When, it's a never-ending fight.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
If the Impossible would Be
If I'd meet up with horizon, Perhaps I'll find my desire. When the sun reaches its destination, Perhaps my dreams'll fly yet higher.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Love
What is truly love, If pure hate was never there to differentiate?
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Doing
What doing may do to me, Is something thought cannot reveal. A deal of giving for the right to be, And the spirit to want to feel.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets