Insatiable

That bigger and better we all long for

That feeling I've always wanted

The ultimate sense of happiness, peace, joy, belonging--

I wont find it here.

It is eternity tugging at my heart

Pulling my soul from its deepest roots

Stirring the depths of every human

"He has also sent eternity in the hearts of men." (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

That deep, insatiable yearning

will not be met here.

Yet, I will not despair.

I rest in faith stronger than hope.

Eternity will come.

I know I will be satisfied.

Sometimes I Feel like a Pillow

Somedays I feel like a  pillow.
The place people go when they've no where else to be.
The reliable safe heart always ready for a cozy memory.
A dependable place to cry or pound angry fists.

Always forgiving.
Always accepting.

Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Neglected for something better.
The snot stains from your grief become repulsive.
The lumps from your fist too disconcerting.
And really - the case was never that attractive anyway.

Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Shoved into the closet
Mixed with ugly sweaters
and shrunken winter jackets.

And there I take the tears
And there I take the anger
And there I'm not wanted
But there I'm left to be.

Until,

She comes.

Or rather,

I go.

To hands big enough to hold the world.
They squeeze me,
Knead me,
And ask why I stayed away so long.

Sometimes I feel like a pillow
Fresh.
Full.
And ready for my purpose.

Woosh Wash Wish

Oh the things you find on myspace!  The following is a poem I wrote for my sophomore year honors english class.  My older sister posted it on her blog, and we happed to stumble across it yesterday, so I thought I would share it with the rest of the world!  Remember, I was only 14.

Enjoy!

Woosh-Wash-Wish
by Rachel B.

This spot looks cozy.
To there I flit
And quickly settle
As I sit.
The pages ruffle.
The wind feels fair.
I sit down,
And then I'm there.
Woosh-wash-wish

I'm in the castle.
I see the king.
As he bestows
A Diamond ring,
To the Lady
Who won his heart,
She says "Yes!"
My favorite part!
Woosh-wash-wish

Now they stand
To be wed
'Till she falls
and holds her head.
"The Witch!" she cries,
"Has cast a spell!
Her vicious evil
We see befell!"
Woosh-wash-wish

Now let me say,
That evil Witch,
Who has a strange,
And ugly twitch,
Claims that she
Should hold the throne.
And she whimpers,
Like a dog for bone.
Woosh-wash-wish


She owns a dragon
Who is barely tame.
But to save the queen
He must be slain!
A knight is sought
To kill the beast.
Win or not,
There'll be a feast!
Woosh-wash-wish

The scaley brute,
he then attacks!
But our brave knight
just says "Relax!"
Fire and brimstone
Our knight has braved.
Before we know it
the Queen is saved!
Woosh-wash-wish

The King and Queen
are awfully happy.
And now our story,
Gets quite sappy.
They kiss and hug,
And hug and kiss.
And forget the world,
They'll never miss.
Woosh-wash-wish

"The End" it says.
I close the book.
And shortly leave
My sunny nook.
The story's done
Just like the breeze,
That ruffled the pages
With a gentle ease.
Woosh-wash-wish