Moonlight

Moonlight Looking at the stars and moon wishing I was with her. My heart beats to the thought of being with her. Sun rise, sun set, to moonlight. Just me and you. Expressing each other deepest thoughts, and deepest secrets just chilling under the moonlight. By Rachel Davis January 11,…

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Rachel Davis

I was born in Richmond CA. and raised in the San Pablo/Pinole area for the rest of my childhood. I had a great-aunt and uncle who raised me and three other siblings from when we were all babies. Our mother and father had drug addictions for as long as I…

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IT’S ME

Some people say I have problems, but that’s Not me. Some people say I’m nice, and That’s me. Some people say I’m stupid, but that’s Not me. Some people say I’m cute, and That’s me. Some people say I’m slow, but that’s Not me. Some people say I’m a good…

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The Poet’s Blues

My poems are so smooth you would think I’m singing the blues. Left & right, up & down you would think I’m singing to you round & round, when I’m only telling you the truth, that The Poet has some blues. Up my selves you can’t see, around Pinole I…

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