Biography of Rachel Brewer
I was born in Maidstone, (South East England) , along with my twin brother Matthew.I also have a dog called Rio!
I'm a footballer hoping to be a writer and I currently work for an underwriting company in London.
Most of my inspiration comes from songs and music, I love to get lost in movies and books and experience real people dealing with real situations and emotions.
I'm also attempting to write my first novel! hoping it will go well!
I love to write and I hope people will like my poems, some of them are based on my real experiences and it is very comforting to know that other people have been in those situations too.
Thank you to everyone who comments, I really appreciate your thoughts and I will be sure to read your work to!
Rachel Brewer Poems
Am I Evil?
Am I evil, For having these thoughts in my head.? Am I evil, For thinking things of dread?
You may think you can do anything. You may think you’re the most powerful person in the world. You may even think you can walk through fire, But in the end,
The most beautiful things in life, Can come out of the strangest places. They aren’t always the most obvious things, That’s why people need to look for them.
I dare you to prance across the pumpkin patch, And see if you get a fright. It’s a very creepy place to be, Especially in the dead of night.
Kill Me, Kill Me Now
Kill me, kill me now. Because my life isn’t worth the wait. I ask you, to end my life, So I don’t go through the pain,
Shine Your Light
You shine your light on me, All the time, every day. And I feel it all the time. You shine on me and make me great.
Where The Wild Things Are
Do you want to know where the wild things are? If you do, come with me now. If you don’t, why are you here?
Leaving Town Alive
You shouldn’t have come back, All those things you did, All those years ago.
You have to be strong. If you aren’t strong, life will swallow you, eat you alive. You have to fight for what you believe in. You have to fight for what you want.
Why did you have to go and leave me that day? The memory of you still floods my mind. Every minute of every hour, Every day of every year.
Pull The Trigger
I felt the gun behind me, You pushed it against my back. I knew you would pull the trigger. You were insane.
Don’t give up on your dreams. If you don’t dream, what have you got to look forward to? Dreams are what keep us going, They look to the future,
The voices all around me, Bouncing around the room. You cannot begin to understand, Can’t imagine the gloom.
I came home one day to find, All my mirrors broken, and I know why. It was you, my ghost, who lurks through the house. You smashed them so you wouldn’t have to see.
I want to tell you about me,
But I can’t. I’m no one,
I’m not worth knowing about.
When people look at me, they look right through,
I know they see me,
But they know I’m nothing special,
So they don’t remember me.
I’m not famous,
I’m not a writer,