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Rachel Woodward Poem
One face,
Two eyes,
One mouth,
Two nostrils,
One first name,
One last,
One Person,
An infinite past.
Pass by on the street,
You don't hear each others' souls weep.
You smile blankly,
He maybe smiles back.
You walk on,
Wondering to yourself,
What if we took a larger leap?
Running back,
You grab his hand,
He turns back to you and wishes for your soul to keep.
You lean with the wind,
You rock like the ocean boat,
You're two as one that may never have been had you never given in,
Now you're asleep,
and he's out to catch some fish to eat.
Your life was nothing until you let yourself weep.
Copyright © Rachel Woodward | Year Posted 2009
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Rachel Woodward Poem
In the darkness of the shadows,
the ones that creep so softly around the orange lamps of the old alley ways,
rumbles a lone traveler looking to find a place to sleep,
and up above him lies a girl,
staring out her window and wondering things of the world,
their paths may never cross
but she sees him still,
in him she sees something so sullen, something so shrill,
he walks along, not a peep from his lips,
and not a sound from his steps,
he walks along as she wonders
how he can walk so endlessly throughout the night,
whilst i lay here in bed in comfort, she thinks, in cheap and superficial wonder,
they're so far apart yet they're so close and very alike,
his everyday is her chaotic fury,
her everyday something he only sees in the perimeter,
but together they fuel breath,
together his steps pull them further away from one another,
but the universe has already forced them to be together.
Copyright © Rachel Woodward | Year Posted 2010
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Rachel Woodward Poem
I couldn't find you for so long
I couldn't find anything for so long
I felt my eyes running at fire
Tears may fall but my lungs feel empty
The thought that I could run
But my feet stood sturdy
I felt close to nothing
And I saw close to nothing
I only heard words
And yet silence was being said
On the way back
I didn't fear the dead
I found lies loading down my back
And I knew I had lost my last shred
Copyright © Rachel Woodward | Year Posted 2010
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