Laying down miles of letter stencils
pneumatic arms are given pencils
invisible ink, a lampshade and a lime.
dragging jackets over buttermilk sky
water-tank flash-cotton imbibing dye
dries something to avoid the shrinkwrap time.
Good God…in awe!
Hello there, I'm Rachael.
For me the act of writing poetry is so many things. It's confessional, diary-keeping, hopeless speculation, problem solving, story-telling, therapy, anger management and relaxation all rolled into one convenient (and free) package. Almost everything I write is from personal experience. And because of the anonymous nature of a blog, I feel comfortable sharing things I wouldn't dream telling anyone in my everyday life. I suppose it's my outlet, my own little secret endeavour that keeps me sane and is entirely mine. I make no promises of producing 'quality' pieces of worthwhile literature. My main objective is to be honest, and hopefully you'll be able to find something you can to relate to in this jumble of words.
Thanks for visiting. Ask me questions.
Laying down miles of letter stencils
pneumatic arms are given pencils
invisible ink, a lampshade and a lime.
dragging jackets over buttermilk sky
water-tank flash-cotton imbibing dye
dries something to avoid the shrinkwrap time.
Good God…in awe!
Staff Note: This is quite brilliant.
Good God…in awe!