Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier is a classic, Gothic book renowned for the ominous, eerie atmosphere left behind by the dead wife, Rebecca. I do not think that my words will do the book justice, but I am willing to try. There is something about the mysterious start of the book, the famous in-depth description … Continue reading Rebecca
Author: Rain
A reader, a writer, a dreamer. I can't remember a time where I was not any of these things.
Chapter 2
We all have the power to start again. To wipe the page clean. So I'm turning it off and on again. I know that I have a tendency to flit from interest to interest and I have in-depth knowledge of the weirdest, most random things. Yet the one thing that has remained constant in my … Continue reading Chapter 2
Talk
I fill my pages with words Scribbled in the margin Crammed into every white space Black and blue and sometimes red There is never enough Poems and stories and songs If I keep speaking Maybe someone will start listening
More Thoughts
And I'm back! I wrote this on the same night as my previous post ('Thoughts') because that night I just felt like writing a lot. You know, and this might be linked to things I've said before, but people I talk to who say that Maths is better than English because it's so much more … Continue reading More Thoughts
Thoughts
So this is the first blog entry in a while. A lot of people have stopped reading. That's okay, and today I want to write something that not a lot of people, if any, will want to read. This is sort of like a diary entry, for myself, and if anyone else relates, that'd be … Continue reading Thoughts
What are you made of?
What makes you? ~~~ Made of sticks and stones,The wind whistles a melody,Through open holes,Crooked smile, charcoal bones,My footsteps are the Pounding of a waterfallAnd my thoughts?They are gunpowderMy heart pulls the triggerLoud LoudLoudMade of blood and bones,Singing to a silent song,Every wrinkled shown,Shadowed eyes, withered crone
Invincible
You can't feel invincible when you're ruling over a barren kingdom and your crown is made of thorns. ~~~ "What does it feel like to invincible?"Like liquid gold is pouring down your throatTastes faintly of summer berries and sunshineLike sculpting epics and legends from ashesStories for when the world is empty Like balancing on the … Continue reading Invincible
The Little Things
It's the little things that define a person. ~~~ She was the type of girl to draw smiley faces on the window,To avoid the flowers when walking on grass,To doodle on the margins of pages,To wave at the stars,She was the type of girl to smile at people on the street,To play with children on … Continue reading The Little Things
Enough
I turn back And watchI see redHistory remains mercilessBroken ruins merely shadowsCarved in stoneI will not wipe my tearsI will not soothe my angerI will not lower my headI am coming They have taken enough
Impossible
Feeling inspired while listening to music. I guess this is more of an idealist view of the world. ~~~ If there is no place for you here,Carve one out for yourself,Chisel the scarred outline,Of something better,If no one will look twice your way,Burn the richest shade of gold,Be as unforgively beautiful,As the rising sun,If the … Continue reading Impossible
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