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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
I love the call of the most glorious hope,
and of every beautiful tomorrow.
I love the clean scent of lavender soap,
That washes away every single sorrow.
I love the tingling of little girls giggling,
and the softest breeze inside my hair, niggling.
and the feeling of love deep inside my heart,
and the pumping of the blood before you start.
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I hate the hell of unstable, biased hate,
I despise a conflict between two sisters.
and the tears of young children triggered by fate.
and hot words on skin that sizzle like blisters.
I hate the voice inside my mind, insulting,
I hate the heart in pain, constantly bolting.
I loathe the ceasless conscience inside my soul,
I hate days when I feel like I hate it all-
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
He who has not seen the snow,
Has yet to glimpse real purity.
The million frozen glitters of truth
Forever in prematurity.
He who has not seen white’s world,
Has yet to sense pure souls.
And all the innocence of before
And prior to the tolls.
He who has not seen white’s tears,
Weeping in the greatest glory,
Has never been in beauty’s spell
Or the sweetest childhood story.
He who has not seen the snow,
Has never learned to clean,
Never felt real and forgiven,
Or wonder what it all can mean.
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
No one knows rain like I do,
Blood blinds no brains like mine.
As existence fades not to desire,
And mine’s done doing in dull decline.
Confusion replaces all intellect,
All veins, just tunnels to hell.
Why then does it carry life,
And pulse like color in a shell?
What’s belief if thought is first?
All hearts get cast away…
And strangers overtake the mind,
And it’s there to always stay.
Flesh is rust on metal,
Proving who is here…
I can be the clouds today,
If a raindrop was a tear…
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
We are all schizophrenic-
But with minds that aren’t defined.
Wisping reality to a picture of
A reflection of our minds.
We all have mental illness
Or we all are men
Whose constant visions and desires
Create the what, where, when.
We all have gone half crazy,
Chasing all the naught.
Forgetting all we dreamed to become,
To carve a heart we sought.
We all are schizophrenic-
Making fact what we want it to be,
Combining all our lies and light
To form our own reality…
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
Beyond birds' eye view,
Concealed behind life's chaos
Lies what just hearts reach-
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
Beneath my skin, upon my flesh
Are knives that cut and swell
And at every move and every twitch
Oh, it hurts like hell
Never has a day gone by
Without the shadow of past
And every pond I come across
Somehow it seems so vast
I do not know what peace means
I do not recognize light
And I’m okay, I really am
I’m used to all this night
Don’t expose me, do not teach
Make sure I am not learning
Of beauty life can have and hold…
I cannot deal with yearning
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
If all that life is, is hope
Then it’s time to say goodbye.
To hope for a time of hope
Can never just get by.
If light is always moving
Then my chasing may be real,
And if healing is always removing
Then to hell with all that “feel”
If surviving the today
Is only to live for the morrow
Then go, go away
Numb in expired sorrow
If “better” is reason not to die
And the ere is no reaching “good”
Then don’t tell me not to cry-
It’s the only thing I could…
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
He who has yet to see the night
Has never glimpsed pure hope and light,
Has never laughed at all the fight,
For he has not glimpsed the star,
Burning through air from afar.
He who has yet to see the dark,
Has never felt the sense of lark,
Never broke the teeth of a shark,
Has never yet felt pure glee,
Has never hung out with me.
He who has yet to see the moon,
Has never written a sad tune,
Has never looked forward to soon,
Has never experienced hope,
And never learned how to cope.
He has yet to see the gray
Has not had a fulfilling day,
Has never dug between the hay,
To find a buried treasure,
And to seek some true pleasure.
He who has yet to see the night,
Has never tried with all their might,
Has never looked beyond their sight.
He who hasn’t seen the stars
Oh, he must have lived on Mars-
For never has Earth seen a man
who has not seen the night…
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
They say truth is a tune,
Whose melody is joyful and light.
Which upon discovery,
All undone souls take flight.
But that is wishful thinking,
That one song is all that’s true,
And that search will always come upon
The finding factor of clue.
For only after years of toil,
When you’ve reached the end of time,
And oh, you’ve found one note of truth-
But the next one doesn’t rhyme!
For truth has many versions,
Each note a puzzle piece,
Whose melody matches another
As velvet nights and fleece.
With eyes that whisper of haunt,
And hands so bloody bruised,
With bones that eat off themselves,
And a tongue bitterly misused.
There and then you’ll still be seeking,
For all your life’s worth,
Upon the hills, beyond the sea,
In every hiding spot on earth.
Long before you learn to sing,
You’ll treasure each single note,
And try them out from time to time,
Cause through the storms, they float.
And when the world has almost faded,
And life has withered to a hope,
Perhaps the day will still come
When you will seize to mope.
And there, standing with yourself,
With just your core and a silent moon,
There somehow, you’ll find the note
That starts to form the tune.
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Rachel Steinmetz Poem
Bruised birds
Inside the deepest of hearts
Where flight is possible
But the
Birds are
Bruised
Bruised birds
Ringing bruised voices
Through the million tunes
Of a bruised
Universe
Bruised birds
They cry within my soul
Deep where no one can reach
There lye
All
Bruised
Birds
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