WRITTEN BY RACHEL
writing a little poem, how wishful it might be
Sometimes, you have these thoughts that you have to put on paper. Ever since I was young, I have been writing all sorts of texts, from essays and short stories to poems and books. Because I want to give my poems and short stories a place on this website, too (after all, it is a personal blog 🙂 ), I created this separate page for it. There will be no logic order in these stories and I won’t post them with a certain regularity. After all, that’s why they are thoughts, right?
I am curious what you guys think, so leave a comment if you have something to remark/ask!
Love, Rachel
And there I stood, quite unprepared.
Because how do you prepare for something unexpected?
Is it something you can practice?
Something you might be able to forsee?
All I know is, I never saw this coming
But, you know, that might be the beauty of things like these
You never see them coming, but once they’re there, you can’t imagine your life without them being there.
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And within one moment,
As you looked at me with those pleading eyes.
I could feel myself leaning in,
Waiting for your arms to catch me,
As they will remain to do so,
For as long as they will let you.
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I hope that my stories can enliven,
That they can make hope grow and fear disappear.
I hope they can inspire,
And that you’ll hold them forever near.
Hope that they can provide you,
With whatever it takes that you need.
I hope that I can do right by you,
That you feel alive whenever you read.
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What makes a story a story,
What makes a tale a tale?
What makes you want to take your time,
And read whatever I have to say?
Is it pure interest or curiosity,
Is it fear of missing out?
Is it guessing about what’ll be next,
Is it out of boredom or doubt?
Whatever it is that makes you read my stories,
Spend a moment entering my mind.
I hope I’ve given you some food for thought,
I know I’ll never go without.
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A text is a thing made up of sentences,
Those things that are created with words.
Small or large ones build up with letters,
Whether they’re nouns, adjectives or verbs.
Letters form more than we think,
From thoughts to goals and missions,
What purposes a text can have,
What effect it can have, I’m surprised.
So let me grab these letters to form words,
So with my sentences I can entice.
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Oh, there I go again,
Losing myself in my thoughts.
I forget all these things that I had planned,
Grab onto the dreams that I sought.
For if one falls out of touch with their goals,
A thing which is not that uncommon.
We just have to allow ourselves to retrieve,
Those aims that we’d almost forgotten.
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And as she looked up at the sky,
She knew she was not alone.
For the light of a million stars shined upon her.
And thus, whenever she needs it,
She will gaze up towards the heavens,
And there, she will always find her strength.
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Not every path we take will lead us,
To wherever it is we want to go.
Whether it’s straight or bend or endless,
Whether it’s dust, gravel or a newly constructed road.
But never do we need to find ourselves lost,
For there is always a right way.
The fun is in finding the path that fits us best,
And walking it all the way.
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A yawn, a stretch, I turn around once more,
Roll into my sheets and take a deep breath
Get up at my own pace, take my time to open my eyes
Stretch out my legs and contemplate to dive back in
But then I realise, it’s time to wake up
Because the weekend is just about to start
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Because, in the end
All that matters
Is to believe in yourself
And stop to take things so seriously
So I can smile and wave all of these things away,
Or laugh and enjoy every little aspect,
Of every little day.
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Whenever I colour or draw
When I paint or write
The moment I pick up a pen
A brush, a pencil or simply type
I create those things that move me
Make me want to share them with the world
Produce things that can inspire
And put all my thoughts in a brand new light.
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Whether I eat out with a friend
Or stay in and cook my own meal
Whenever I take a day trip
Or spend a week in a foreign place
Whether I eat a healthy, plantbased dish
Or order a take-out pizza and curl up on the couch
The pleasure of eating is so important
And for many so self-evident
That I often feel somewhat disappointed
That food is not always my friend.