iridcscents

Hey there, it's me Rain...(you know the person who also had a story called Mono No Aware...this is my new account) Anyways...I really miss your writing !!!! I hope you're doing okay and staying saafe <3<3

do you ever just write notes about your story at 3am and then wake up the next day, opening your notebook, and your scrawls are just barely legible because same...i have 5 pages' worth of notebook scribbles because of yesterday's insomnia, and they're now permanently in my formerly aesthetic writing notebook.

working on something new. i promise i'm not dead. 
          i'm currently wondering how many words on average should a chapter be? 
          and i cannot for the life of me think of a title for my newest project.
          
          ...i hope i get some inspiration soon.

Thank you for the follow! :-D <3

the days waft by so mindlessly like 
          cotton clouds 
          with ruptured holes 
          and nanoseconds are 
          bit off in chunks 
          of idle poetry-writing and furiously solving  
          exponential equations

i am done! with my exams, i mean. currently hopping over to continue writing my upcoming story that will appear in "mono no aware" - i have the general gist down in my notes, so that's good. 
          
          also, i'm running out of new ideas for poetry. i think i wanna branch out and refrain from only writing about nature / dark themes / imagery / metaphors and similes etc etc. so if you guys would like to request some poems or have some ideas pertaining to what topics i could try writing on, feel free to tell me. i'm always up for a new challenge. 
          
          love you guys!

and with the death of her youth came understanding that her spine would bend under the relentless attack of lost time, and she knew her days were numbered, yet she fell asleep smoothly, easily, a baby lamb tucked in the crook of slumber.

why do poets use oxymorons? 
          to show that black is, indeed, white. and mirrors only 
          reflect a single image of a person according to 
          the laws of physics. and how you can kiss someone passionately 
          but pour in your hate for them like cloaked intoxication
          in your gasping lips. how you can smile, 
          smile all you want and flood your pillow with saltwater 
          enough to fill thousands of raging oceans. 
          how the world turns on its axis steadily and it's 
          day for me, night for you, and all the ticking hours in between.
          
          contradictions in themselves. like how the 
          sun and moon both emit light, but day after day 
          they argue and chase each other away.

sorry for not updating much these few days! i have my last few exams on monday - wednesday, so that's primarily why. i'm also planning and writing a new story for my collection mono no aware! i had a small brainwave today and i'm currently preparing the roadmap of the story, so do stay tuned for more updates! thank you all for your support, once again <3

i've had boys laughingly kiss me 
          on the tip of my button nose, their eyes crinkled, 
          "your freckles are cute," they always whisper. 
          
          my hair is fiery crimson and i cut it 
          in flowing bangs so the sweep of my locks 
          curtains the blemishes on my cheek. 
          
          but recently, one pitter-patter morning, a car
          screeched muddy puddle all over my shoes. 
          and the pink glow of my umbrella illuminated 
          a tiny flower, stretching in the dewy rain 
          
          and it was - a majestic orange thing, beautifully dotted 
          with scattered brown speckles. 
          
          i slipped it in my breast pocket. 
          mom said it was called a tiger lily, and 
          i giggled when she compared it to the constellations 
          sprinkled over the bridge of my nose.