Biography of Rachel Willcox
I just write to pass the time, its not something I always do. Its just a way of releasing feelings or problems building up!
Rachel Willcox's Works:
Rachel Willcox Poems
We go through life so often, Not stopping to enjoy the day. And we take each one for granted, As we travel on our way.
A friend is a means, a way, a life, A gift from heaven to keep you out of strife, A life a lil like yours but through different eyes A different role but never a despise.
Pouring Out My Heart
Sitting here in the chair and thinking, will I ever hear from you, I'm blinking, Wondering why my mind is fried, my heart could soon be sinking. Am I really just a phase to you, someone to help you see and pull you through Or did you confide to keep an option open, maybe its wrong and what you speak is true.
I miss you when something good happens to me, Because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something bad happens to me, Because you make everything better.
Keep Being You
Just because no one has been fortunate enough to realize what a gem you are... doesn't mean you shine any less!
Down from the glen came the gooner men Highbury is there little den. Nothing can stop these boys in red and white There skils and passion shine real bright.
Watch It, Crawling Surface Creeping Then The Cars That Are Always Beeping Strength Is Needed, Truly Deserved Beat Em Down Show Them Your Not Preserved
When my world smiles I feel on top of my game The whole thing lasts for miles Just for this I should take the blame.
A Fear In My Head
I wish I could tell you how I feel inside But I can no longer express it, I shrivel and hide, My mind is awake thinking oh what to do I cannot say I never think about you.
This Spirit is killing me I need my time, can’t you see? Life’s too short to be this bad Don’t you understand why I’m so sad?
The feelings that I hold, are struggling to be told The life that I am living makes me think I should just be bold, But once you open up, all your mind is there to see This vulnerability will surely get to me.
His Eyes Look Soft, Hair Is Dark Every Time I See Him I Feel That Spark He Seems A Tough One, A Real Bad Guy Just Once I’d Like Him To Notice Me, Maybe Even Try
As The Blossom Falls
The Tall, The Dark Of Cloth It Grows Alone The Blossom Of The Trees Flow Along The Ground They Swirl Around Above The Streets Our Cities Town
My Heads Killing Me, Not Sure Where I Should Be Life’s Tough Nothings New Why Am I Here With You Nothings Going Right Bit I Know
As The Blossom Falls
The Tall, The Dark Of Cloth It Grows
Alone The Blossom Of The Trees Flow
Along The Ground They Swirl Around
Above The Streets Our Cities Town
Watch Out Below As They Blow
Grinding Down Speed To Slow
From The Trees Up So High
To The Floor Forever More