Biography of Rebecca Wright
Some of my poems might seem really depressing. I'm not at all like that, i just have a really active imagination and I hear too much bad stuff on the news!
I do write happy and random stuff as well, and hopefully soon i'll get them online
I get most of my inspiration from the news, or rumours I hear etc. sometimes I'll use a story (like love at first bite, which is about vampires)
one or two are bout real events that happened to me
(too late now is an example of this) But the majority are just made up from things I hear on T.V
Rebecca Wright Poems
I Told You Ropes Were Useful
she was hanging from the treetop, whilst writing her goodbyes. with her head facing toward the wind, and the sunset in her eyes.
If I were a penguin, I'd jump really high In a feeble attempt to touch the sky
1000 Anonymous Victims
Here are the bullets Here's the gun fire at will your war is won
Take a peice of heaven cut it into shreds hide the shards inside a box underneath your bed
Don't cry because you're lonely, or cry 'cause you're upset. don't mourn your one-and-only at every chance you get.
Too Late Now
All the time we were close friends but i wanted so much more. Each day i'd send you little hints to show you i adored
you're the air in my lungs you're the smile on my face you're thhe reason i wake every morning. you're a beautiful song
The Madman's Prayer
The cloud; a mass of creamy white That lightens up the sky. As men cry loud throughout the night And shriek and yell and cry.
Love At First Bite
You awake from your crypt, Prise open your eyes. Wipe away the nights sweat, Well, what a surprise,
What Goes Around Comes Around
White satin in a delicate pleat, The church is full to brim. As each man comes to take his seat, And reads the book of hymns.
What A Nice Day To Spend In A Mortuary
The sky is blue, The clouds are white, Sunny day turns to starry night. But the sky has turned grey,
Love At First Bite
You awake from your crypt,
Prise open your eyes.
Wipe away the nights sweat,
Well, what a surprise,
The blood has now dried,
Into powdery dust.
As the sound of prayer rings,
throughout broken trust.