Rain

Rain

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I’m Killing Eliza

I’m killing Eliza

Because everyone loves her


I’m killing Eliza

Because you would dream of her


I’m killing Eliza

Because her voice is sweeter than song


I’m killing Eliza

Because she can do no wrong


I’m killing Eliza

Because she’s who no soul can blame


I’m killing Eliza

Because her and I could never be the same


I’m killing Eliza

Because her hair glows brighter than fire


I’m killing Eliza

Be...

Silence Smells Like…

S weet summer air

I feel the breeze run cool fingers through my hair

L ying under a canopy of green

E very moment of stillness is serene

N o losing time that others stole

C riss cross applesauce, hands in the bowl

E ven a bit of calm is gold



I prefer the chatter of the brook to human voices

S olitude is one of my best choices



G reat it is to be alone

O n my own I could for hours roam

L ittl...

Real?

I snuck a peek at him as his fingers brushed my hand.


So softly


Ever so softly


I looked over at him, hands gripping the wheel, blue eyes fixed on the road ahead.


So focused


Ever so focused


I gazed up at him as he talked to the guy at the counter.


“We want a large popcorn and an iced slushy.”


He turned towards me and caught my eye.

He smiled a little.


So slightly


Ever so slightly


I ...

Final Years

The children we raised knew something wasn’t quite right with mommy and daddy. They asked about it, but I knew they weren’t ready.


Falling out of love is complicated, especially when the other person is clueless. How was I supposed to do this? Oh, how was he so blind as to miss how I’d recoil when he touched my skin, was so tense when I’d talk to him? Maybe he knew but didn’t want to leave me. T...

Death By Red Flag

The sand sticks to your skin. The grains are going to scrub at your skin, revealing a red, itchy spot when you try to wash it off later. You don’t care, though. All you can think about is the water.


There’s nobody here today. The beach is empty, but you don’t mind. You like it that way, as you’ve always preferred solitude.


The wind is strong today. It whips your hair around your face. The red ...

I Hate Poetry, But Here You Go.

Today is your lucky day

You’ll see me try to rhyme

(Key word: try)

I swear, if this is a waste of time…


While you’re here, maybe I’ll tell you why this sucks

Poetry is so RESTRICTIVE

Don’t even get me started…

It makes me feel a tad vindictive


Writing a poem is a struggle

Even reading one doesn’t make sense

And the poems we “analyze” (more like make up meanings for) in English class…

Edgar All...

Is It Murder If They Did It First?

Your “love” was poison

Crept into my veins

Your “love” trapped me

Wrists bound by invisible strains


Why couldn’t I notice?

Your “love” was fake

Even if I thought it was true

I should have known it would break


Your “love” nearly choked me

Hands pressing against my throat

All while singing a song

But you never hit the right note


Your “love” is a killer

Lurking in the night

I was your victim

...

He’s A Ten But He’s A Killer

Sarah’s head had been resting on Sam’s shoulder when she got THE CALL. She remembered the way THE PHONE had rung, how she’d gotten up from her seat with a whispered, “I’ll get it,” and the ten second walk from the couch to the counter.


She’d picked up HER PHONE. It had HIS name on the screen. But Sam is sitting on the couch, she’d thought, looking back over her shoulder to make sure. There he wa...

You Don’t Want To Know: A Confession

My fans in the crowd, I don’t think you know just how many people I’ve had to eliminate to get here. Would you still be clapping had you known?


Tonight my dress feels heavy and seems to drag me down, but at least it looks splendid for the cameras. It cost a pretty penny, but I need to look impeccable. Would you still be clapping if I didn’t?


Fame is overrated. It’s just a reminder that the world...

Even After Everything

When I wake up, it’s not bright out yet, but I still feel well rested. I haven’t slept this well in days. Ever since the robots took over, life has been a struggle.


I get up and unzip the opening to the tent, pausing a moment to take in my surroundings before stepping outside into the crisp autumn air. Soon it’ll be winter, I realize. Food will be scarcer. Just another difficulty to add to my cu...