Rachel L. Z.
Biography of Rachel L. Z.
I love poetry! I love to write, I love the idea that by writing something, maybe I'm putting into words a feeling that someone else had and couldn't. I feel that by writing, I'm justifying my own emotions if I'm putting them down so that others can relate to it. Now I write primarily songs, so if you think one of my works doesn't flow properly as a poem, I probably wrote it as a song.
Rachel L. Z. Poems
It's funny how the ones who show you the most love, Are often the ones who say it the least It's funny how the ones who tell you they love you the most, Are often the ones that hurt you the most
My Jail Cell
You locked me up You threw me into your world Removing me from everything else Isolating me from all that's proper and right
See Me As I Am
Just as I remember, you're smiling over there I don't even know if you can see me over here It's been way to long since I've seen your shining eyes Please don't make me shed one more tear
You slipped your arm around me You held me so close For the first time in so long, I felt safe But you turned away
Those who haven't seen the Rain Nor ever seen the Sea; Will ask from time to time, confused, Why must the Sky blue be?
I'Ve Moved On
Summer days, and winter nights You were cold as ice, and I may have been right At the end of the day, it wasn't worth the fight
I'd like to write a song to wake up all the sleepers I'd tell them if they lie awake that they can still be dreamers There's nothing wrong with looking to a better day I just hope when we call them up they won't be far away
Fly To California
California's so far away The waterside And fireflies And sunny days
I don't know how to say it 'Cause I don't it'll turn out right But you always look right through me And I can't seem to sleep at night
All of our lives are changing Though we try to stay to the same 'Cause we've always had each other Through happiness and pain
The flight towards love; As wild as winter weather; Each experience is unique. Some fall fast
Thinking Of You
I've been thinking of you Every moment Though I don't want to live this way Knowing as I think of you,
Everytime I see you, My heart jumps Everytime I think about you My mouth smiles
What You Don'T See
Look at what you've done to me I want you to see But you refuse to remove your blindfold
No one believes anymore
In Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny,
Even Cupid has lost his fans.
So they get together once a month
To plot their revenge on children everywhere
They meet in Cupid's basement,
Because Santa's basement is much too cold,
And Bunny's is filthy