Biography of Rae Carroll
So I'm new at this, I've really only written poems for school before. And i would have NEVER put any on here if it weren't for spell check because I'm a terrible speller, so even though I have a great vocabulary I never use it in my writing unless I know its spelled right because people make fun of me. So feel free to be harsh if you think my poems deserve it, but please don't laugh at me. And I'm still a kid and am not, nor plan to be, dead anytime soon!
Rae Carroll's Works:
I only read them.
Rae Carroll Poems
Little lines Marked by big boisterous signs Keeping everything neat, no leaks No touch, no contact
Love And Grow
But what are we to know How to love and how to grow Little knowledge, little us A little more and then we must
A Child's Smile
Standing with her lover there I hold the umbrella high Behind Lady Éclair I let escape a small sigh
What Are We To Know?
Earth is solid and always remembers Wind is at a never stopping flow Fire withers like a dying ember Water exacts living tolls
Like The Movies
In the Hollywood movies you know the game Who’s at fault, and who’s to blame How it can be fixed and mended Wouldn’t life be better if we all pretended?
Fly In The Wall
Why can’t I Be like a fly Squished so easily Wished away, so measly
A Tearing Tear
A tear, a tare Right through reality Suddenly, it’s all right there Hectic chaos and insanity
Hana To Akuma
Love stories that end differently No ever after or happily A life ends so silently But can't you see?
There was an apple tree in my backyard The feat of climbing it was very hard But when all the children came out to play It was climbing it that they spent the day
It should never be done For a mother to have to bury her son In a sad tombstone filled place Giving him over to the grounds embrace
You can’t get out, it stays trapped inside There was never a doubt, it’s all a lie The danger is you, it’s a siren call Of the hunt, of the people mauled
Beware The Shadow Children
Beware the shadow children Beware their laughing eyes For inside them lays a surprise Death is woven in their hair
Follow The Yellow Brick Tracks
The railroad tracks are my yellow brick road I keep walking on them, waiting for it to turn yellow But all there is rusty metal I keep looking for my tracks to change to bricks
Like The Movies
In the Hollywood movies you know the game
Who’s at fault, and who’s to blame
How it can be fixed and mended
Wouldn’t life be better if we all pretended?
That it was written all out
No need for pain, to scream and shout
If there was a princess, and you were her
Your life swirling round in a glittery blur
Oh just imagine how it would be