Rachel Weaver Poems
|6.||End Of The Song||6/7/2005|
|10.||There Is A Place||6/17/2005|
|11.||An Epigram On Living||7/10/2005|
|13.||Under The Carpet||6/5/2005|
|20.||Forget Me Not (A Balad)||7/10/2005|
|21.||The Art Of Life||6/4/2005|
Comments about Rachel Weaver
The bleak of winter leaves me among despair
Thier is only anger and chill in the air
No happiness or laughing
Just grey clouds and bleak white sky
Dont let it all take hold of you for it has a strange beauty within.
A cold beauty
Like a beautiful woman with an empty soul.
In the winter I walk the slushy streets alone
I see the children play
Making angels and happy as if it were May
They seem to love the cold
But oh how this changes when you get old
Winter is still beautiful
In that strange cold way
Everytime it comes around thou
I feel I'm going ...
Halloween is coming
Put on the third mask
Maybe you'll look more like who you really are
Im not much of anything, but your not much of nothing
Your surrounded but your alone
I am just alone
But I can see your face
Its in the mirror, its on the floor, on the ceiling and behind my closet door
I dont want you here, leave my heart, leave my soul.