by Rachel Lynch
he loves me when he’s drunk.
when he’s sober, i am entirely too much.
when he’s drunk, he can be as great as he wants.
when morning comes, reality sets in, and no work has been done.
there’s magic in the high, and self-respect in the sobriety.
we walk the find line of a joint dreamworld.
when i drink too, i’m not sure what’s real and what we’ve made up in our heads.
such fine problems to have, building our own demons.
if only i wasn’t the only one who had to fight them.
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by Rachel Lynch
i’ve got a girl with hair like sunshine, she loves me all the time.
she usually doesn’t stay, but i found a way to not make her flee,
i simply let her be free
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by Rachel Lynch
i move in silence, move with the days.
colors merge and i surface in my new-found freedom.
what is the cost of a life like this?
to be so deeply different,
i carry it’s weight every day.
by Rachel Lynch
as summer washed away with the tide, she, like the others, hoped to be in a better place than this.
anxiety had shriveled a month’s worth of confidence, and maybe it was time to let go of some people again.
they move into my life, they rile me up, they let me down.
it was always the same song.
it was always the same boy.
will the lesson repeat until it is learned?
is the fallout that easy to ignore?
the high never lasts.
maybe it was time to let this one go back into the sea
with the summer.
xx
by Rachel Lynch
there was love in the magic house. free-flowing, effervescent curiosity. where art and life collide. soft and subtle like the seas, the house gently asked you to pull back into the present. to be in the life you’re living, and stop scrolling through the lives you’re not.
the house told you that all you need is inside you, others would try to pull you away, but you slowly learned to stop answering their calls.
maybe making magic was all about being with yourself. alone time is crucial to creative and spiritual development. to make yourself more like who you want to become, even if that meant you were less followable.
surely authenticity would win out in the end, the magic house told her it was time to begin.
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by Rachel Lynch
summer of the beach peach
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by Rachel Lynch
youth recaptured. crystalized lust and carefree demeanor.
it’s amazing how one change can propel you back into the now.
being present is being young.
so full of life and candor,
you never slip from the moment,
you’ve become one with the now,
a wash for anxiety and fear.
by Rachel Lynch
this newfound confidence, this eternal spice.
to love what you see when you see yourself.
it is a returning of sorts.
and perhaps it isn’t linear,
but it’s worth knowing it can be felt.
x x
by Rachel Lynch
coming in hot, sweating like the seasons.
no more days in bed, there’s new people to meet & things to see.
i fell in love with new york again & now it’s time to fall in love with me.
xx
by Rachel Lynch
swimming in form, my old life is on fire.
i let go of my rock to build my own foundation.
i am torn between his comforts and the cries of my spirit.
i have come alive in the strangeness of it all,
the heartbreak as the resurrection.
