Biography of Racina Rodriguez
I was born by a sparkling river, that bent and curved through ancient buildings made of clay and stone
Under the star light I cried as I came into the world.
My mother left me by the water's side wrapped in warm cloth.
At dawn, when the suns smile met my face, A kind poor lady, scooped up in her arms and carried me home
There she called me her own for she had no one,
she named me Racina after the red roses that grew along the rivers shore.
She taught me how to weave words together, to create a pretty cloak of poems.
though, I use to hide these words, for fear a thief may steal them away from me.
I am a fairytale.
No one has read of.
But now, I feel it is time to release my words.
Release them in a wild rush
I hope, to you all, that you will enjoy my words...
Racina Rodriguez's Works:
Strike the cords, silver bullets, Running
Racina Rodriguez Poems
I Do, But I Don'T, Care What You Think O...
I don’t care what you think about me…. Am I too fat? Too short? Too weird?
They dance with the shadows A ghostly waltz Floating and twirling, so beautifully across misty shadows and cemeteries
Foolish love Is what I have We touch clumsily We blush
Life Is A Twist
Hurtful words tossed at you like sharp shards of ice The wind of fate tosses you in to situations and scenes unimaginable
Hero's are every where Loud and silent hero's. Some remembered, in records, documentaries with large marbel headstones, some forgotten, buried in a watery grave with their enemies. Mr Obama, Eleanor Rosevelt, beyonce, and Jesus
I live in a green china bowl A place where the sun don’t shine Where dreams run wild, looking for an exit, but there is none Where spider webs are spun and hung
Below the dark rolling clouds A girl lays pained Her apple green eyes try to stay clear of tears As the leather whip comes down
Waving Good Bye
How do I do that? I have never had to say good bye. So now I stare at my hands as if they are alien species I have never waved good bye
Water: The Element Of Freedom
In the water I am free Can't feel anything beneath your feet No jagged rocks to cut my feet, No sharp glass to slice my feet to ribbons
If we are scared while we are young, then when we grow old what are we to tell the next generation? That we were too scared to go swimming with our mates? Too scared to climb the old peach tree?
With a roar we went Through the darkness we plunged Through the skies tears We fought
Bus To Reality
I have no time for a fairytale, have no time to wait for prince charming Tha'll happen when black roses bloom in meadows, and pegasus flies
Silent Fire Is what she is Sizzling and burning In her own silent hell
Murdered By Arson
She lit the match, tounge of flame burned bright
She lit him on fire, burning him to the ground with her harsh words
Only ash and the silent scream of a dead soul remains