Rachel Ann

Hope is just a joke, A big fat hoax. Hope is just a want in fancy disguise. Hiding and Lying… You can hope for this or that, and no matter how much you may hope, nothing may ever come of it. Hope is just an attachment to nothing, wanting to make nothing into something. It’s just another way of suffering, wasting your time and energy hoping. Attaching to an idea of nothingness. When your hopes don’t happen, disappointment leads to discouragement, and hope may only lead you down a path of...

I wonder what it’s like to be a bird, to fly so high, riding the sky, with the wind on my face, moving with grace, part of such an amazing place. To spread my wings, hear my feathers sing to the sound of the wind between my wings. To see all things— beautiful sights, wide open skies, and ocean tides, spread my wings wide. I want to build a home in a tree, and just be. About this Poem: “I Want to Ride the Sky” is a reflection on the longing for freedom, movement, and the simple peace of...

I ask you… why do you rate or hate people because they don’t look the way you believe they should? Who made you our guide, given you the right to decide that some are greater or less? Sounds like you made a big mess. Why do you name those who wear a dress as everything less than you? Who gave you the right to choose which ones are winners and what makes others sinners? The ones you choose to abuse because they wear tattoos. Separating sisters and brothers by calling them others because they...