Rachel Steinmetz

Joined May 2024

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Saltwater to my thirst
Cease a glimpse of breathing warmth For it is salt water to my thirst. Better to forget all of good Then to miss it till the yearn will burst.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Where pain falls
Where pain falls after felt, Hollow, sagged and small. When all chill is made to melt, And no heart remains at all. - Where streams of rage already dense,
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Running
Beneath the legs only dust, No ground to kick or grind. Nothing that's a want or must, To search but never to find. - Running, running somewhere far,
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
I?
If air beats a fly Which I lose my temper to Then-snort- What am I?
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Turn Their Backs
How does the breeze stab like the softest jab of sharp ice? And the slightest fleece rub like the feel of shock, but done twice.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
When I had yet to pay a price
I thought the sun was blue when I had not the courage to peer beyond its glare and through. - I thought the sea was green
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
When joy was out for the taking
A little feather once brought joy To hearts that sagged with pain. And their fragments were but a little toy That kept us smooth and sane.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Burnt Words
If I could burn my words and throw their meaning to the flames, Perhaps I'd cease the fire off and water myself when the language blames.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Past Lasts
The only thing that really lasts is all the depth of lasting pasts. While presence lasts no longer than now and future runs and then asks how.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
If Rain would Sing Along
Maybe if the sky would laugh and thunder would be song, and lightning wouldn't break in half, and rain would dance along...
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
When the Heart writes
Does only pain find Truth in words when the heart writes? Can it note joy too?
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Stolen Soul
Steal me if you must to keep my soul alive. But when the fires bust, Don't question where I arrive. - Darken my days with nights
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets