Rachel Joyful : Writing

You Give them Your Heart

You Give them Your Heart

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


They always want a reason, an explanation,So you give them your heart and ask, “Is that enough?”But when you look at them and they shake t..
Hold Her Hand

Hold Her Hand

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


Hold her hand, because she can barely stand,and you're knocking her down with your glares,with your heartless stares, with the words that come out of ..
We Breathe

We Breathe

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


It's the fact that we can't stand to be the same, it's the insanity that makes us go against the grain. We breathe in, we breathe out, but all we ..
Close Your Eyes

Close Your Eyes

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


Close your eyes and feel the pain, let it ignite inside your veins. It's okay, it's alright, please just stop for a moment, you don't have to fight..
Stickers on the Window

Stickers on the Window

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


Stickers on the window. I see you, so vibrantly faded. Your color wiped away by the sun’s rays. I wonder what you would say, if I asked yo..
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Hello Goodbye, I am the Sky

Hello Goodbye, I am the Sky

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


Hello goodbye, my name is the sky. I greet you every morning and tuck you in at night. Hello goodbye, I am the sky. I paint myself just to see ..
There's a Train

There's a Train

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


There’s a train. Do you hear it in the rain? Do you hear the sound of its call? There’s a train. Can you hear it through the storm? ..
Thunder Cloud

Thunder Cloud

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


There is a thunder cloud in the sky. It lingers close by, but tends to hide. There is a thunder cloud in the sky. Dark in gray, dark in nature. ..
In the Middle of Wrong and Right

In the Middle of Wrong and Right

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


I stand in the middle, I shift to the right. But then I step back and I go the the left. Which one is right? Which one is wrong? If I fall, wil..
I Feel Nothing

I Feel Nothing

A Poem by Rachel Joyful


They turn their backs on me one by one There is no setting of the sun I close my eyes, thinking “They surely must be done” I look up..

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