By Raechelle Wheeler
The mirror reflects my image
Is this who I really am?
Deep brown eyes
In search of truth
Red full lips
That possess a hurtful tongue
Black hair
Covering a restless mind
And ears
Ears that hear what they want
Your eyes reflect my image
But is that who I really am?
Black pools for eyes
Hiding all thoughts within
Kissable lips
Parted and waiting for a kiss
Short shiny hair
Begging to be touched
And ears
Ears that wait for whispers of sweet nothings
I see me as confused
Restless and unsure
You see me as beautiful
Confident and charming
But who am I?
What am I?
And what do I mean to you?
***
"Tar"
By By Raechelle Wheeler
I watch the flame burn
And the dark smoke rise
I inhale and my thoughts are born
And on the tip, I see your face
They say it will be the death of me
Yet I can�t seem to pull away
So I take another breath
And there you are in the flames
The dropping gray ashes
Remind me that I�ve done this before
A few more drags get me closer to the filter
One more drag and I�m through
But its smell stays with me
And so does your memory
The remnants fly out the window
And fall to the ground
And the same breath that gave it life
Slowly watch its death
I�m through�
***
"break away"
By Raechelle Wheeler
my eyes sting
fighting the tears that want to come out...
i want to cry for her
i want to cry for them
i want to cry for everything
but what tears will be left to cry for me
my mouth burns
begging to be allowed to scream...
i want to scream for her
i want to scream for them
i want to scream for everything
but what's to be left of my voice to scream for me
my mind hurts
from the tossing and turning of my thoughts...
i want to think for her
i want to think for them
i want to think for everyone
but what thoughts will be left for me
my body aches
from the lack of food and sleep...
i want to rest for her
i want to rest for them
i want to rest for everyone
but what taste and rest will be left for me
my soul is empty
my heart is broken
what's the use of being
when no one seems to see me
i want to leave this city
that's taken so much from me
but i'm trapped by its beauty
and the safety of its darkness
i'm weak by comparison
more aware than most
i'm blind as a bat to tomorrow
but an expert of my past
i'm screaming, i'm crying
i'm living, i'm dying
i'm hurting, i'm breaking
i'm nothing and everything
sometime, sometime soon, you'll just have to let me
go....
***
"dance for no one"
By Raechelle Wheeler
she wants to dance in the moonlight
where her skin will shine like silver
she wants to dance under the stars
where her eyes can twinkle with them
she wants to dance in the darkness
where her movents will make light
she wants to dance in the middle of nowhere
where her mistakes will never be caught
she wants to dance until the dawn comes
when her feet are broken and sore
she wants to dance as the sun rises
when her breath is fast and often
she wants to dance under the clouds
when her hands are too tired to rise up
she wants to dance through the morning daylight
when one more spinning will end her doom
she wants to dance forever
if only to avoid the world
she wants to dance for no one
but herself
this beautiful, graceful girl
only smiles when she dances
won't u let her dance
dance until she rids of her madness?
***
"waiting..."
By Raechelle Wheeler
she placed fresh flowers on the table
daisies, all colors, her favorites
she cooks breakfast in the kitchen
bacon, eggs, fluffy biscuits
"when they wake they'll thank me"
she says to herself with a smile
she sets the table carefully
forks, spoons, napkins of course
then she waits...
awake, he can smell breakfast
bacon, eggs, biscuits
but all he wants is coffee
dark, no sugar, piping hot
already his brain is reeling with reports
figures, numbers, due soon
he gets ready for work, it's a saturday
extra day, more pay, more money
he sits on the table absentmindedly
"just coffee, no cream, no breakfast"
and he waits...
he wakes up after a hard night
tossing, turning, waking too many times
his nightmares came back
darkness, monsters, he doesn't understand
he sits up hands on his head
sifting, sorting, trying to figure it all out
he doesn't want to get up
it's 8, everyone's home, he's tired
so he lays back down and succumbs slowly to sleep
no nightmares, just sleep, he just wants some sleep
and so he waits...
three different people
waiting for three different things
three different things to hope for
three different ways to be disapponted
a mother waiting to be noticed
for the things she does, wanting to stand out
a father waiting to leave
more important things in mind, wants to get out
a son waiting for sleep,
just wants to feel peace, wants to know what it's all about
but they wait...