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» Posted By Rayne On 01.18.2019 @ 3:13 am


The sound of the harmonica coming from behind me stopped me cold in my tracks. No one ever played that instrument except for one man. Him. I turned slowly, composing my face from emotion.

» Posted By Rayne On 09.19.2017 @ 5:33 pm


sometimes I wonder how long I’ll be stuck on the eastern coast of this miserable country.
and sometimes I never want to leave.
mostly because of wawa.
mmm wawa.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.04.2013 @ 4:17 pm


she was sensible
she went to bed early
she got up on time
she ate breakfast
and lunch
and dinner
she laughed
and smiled
and got good grades
but when she was alone
she was just a little less sensible
as the blade slid down her wrist
and the tears slid down her face

» Posted By Rayne On 11.01.2013 @ 3:27 pm


how lovely and cinematic it all was. fading into the background, weaving in and out of traffic. the way we laughed and danced across the concrete. our lips hot and heavy, hungry and ready for more. our teeth sharp. our eyes full of tears of joy. our palms sweaty, fingers intwined, lids heavy,

» Posted By Rayne On 10.30.2013 @ 11:21 am


“Steady, steady, there you go; you got it, baby girl”
“Look papa! I’m doing it!”
“I see that, monkey” she said smiling. Her baby girl was growing up far too quickly for her liking, she realized as she watched her flying down the road on her brand new bike, her father running beside her.

» Posted By Rayne On 06.30.2013 @ 2:39 pm


she clasped his hand tightly, like she was afraid he’d slip away. they’d bee broken from the start, but she couldn’t let go. he was far too important. she clasped his hand tightly, but he had already slipped away.

» Posted By Rayne On 04.27.2013 @ 12:05 pm

she clasped his hand tight, like she was afraid he’d let go too soon. the truth is, he had no intention of letting go. ever. she clasped his hand tight, like she was afraid he’d let go too soon, and he did the same.

» Posted By Rayne On 04.27.2013 @ 11:59 am


Speech is an integral part of our existence. Without speech, it would me much more difficult to communicate and without communication, we would be lost. We are social beings and communication is the reason our society and world works the way it does. Speech is the way we communicate, so without speech,

» Posted By Rayne On 01.15.2013 @ 8:06 am


to begin is To start a journey To another place even if that Place is only To your backyard Or to the Grocers going and doing Has to have a beginning all relationships Have to have a begining Nothing can end without a start!!
SO GO START DO!! or else you will stand in one place BORED


» Posted By Rayne On 09.20.2012 @ 7:43 pm


When one takes it upon them self to be a jackass and one bites them in response causing them to be bitten. Moral of the story… don’t be a jackass.

» Posted By Rayne On 04.11.2012 @ 6:15 pm


For the duration of the speech, all he could think about was geting the hell out of here. As the principal went on and on about how wonderful his grade was, he just wanted to go home to sleep. Just sleep, and never awaken.

» Posted By Rayne On 03.14.2012 @ 3:46 pm


I was as if he didn’t even care. She las lost now; broken, like a shattered mirror. She had laid everything on the line and he had completely dismissed it; dismissed her. She had no idea where to go from here. Everything was a blur. Her head started to feel fuzzy, and the world began to spin. She knew what was to come, and she let it wash over her. She fell to the ground as if in slow-mo. An empty shell of what she used to be.

» Posted By Rayne On 03.09.2012 @ 5:47 pm


the fabric of nothingness, fragile spirals of human society weaving their intricate webs of fals truths and rightiousness. Seeking meaning in the universe and dividing it between what is good and clean and what

» Posted By Rayne On 06.26.2011 @ 7:52 pm


when people die others just cry and weep and bask in their own sorrow, but why is it that they sooner or later just forget anyway. i wonder if the people who die want to be remembered wanted to be greater, at least hoped they could be.

» Posted By rayne On 06.12.2011 @ 2:28 am


omg that “i believe” song for the olympics is engraved in each and every canadian’s head, i believe. are you a believer?
i am.
i hate that song so much.

» Posted By Rayne On 12.09.2010 @ 6:17 pm


im trapped in wonderland
hanging, suspended, in midair. the march rabbit (bunny) is laughing at me and im glaring back at him.
but i cant keep my gaze on him because he’s always dragging my gaze away.
to him.
those beautiful eyes.
he’s not mad.
how could you have ever called him
the mad
he’s not mad

» Posted By Rayne On 12.02.2010 @ 5:32 pm


well, if you were thirsty and love was sweet tea and affection was fried dough, which one would you want? see, no matter how much fried dough you ate, it’d never quench your thirst. i’d want sweet tea and more sweet tea!
wouldn’t you?
or perhaps you’re not thirsty anymore.
maybe your thirst has already been quenched.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.27.2010 @ 7:13 am


you and i
we’re both the same.
but im the only one trying not
to be the same.
if only you’d have

» Posted By Rayne On 11.25.2010 @ 1:22 pm


the burst of flavor on the tip of your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit. the splash of flavor on your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit. the explosion of flavor on your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.24.2010 @ 1:13 pm


railroads are like the path of life.
they go on for what seems like forever.
and the trains that travel along are like a metaphor for life.
if you get on the wrong train, there’s no going back.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.23.2010 @ 1:48 pm


flakes are those tiny ice crystals that fall from the sky like frozen tears and land on the ground, making the world all sparkly and beautiful.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.22.2010 @ 3:55 pm

whispering snowflakes are
obscuring the world from view
what lies hidden beneath the snow?

» Posted By Rayne On 11.22.2010 @ 3:48 pm


It started as it usually does: from a soap. She played with it in her hands , sometimes sinking it in water until the foam created a glove around her beautiful skin.

» Posted By Rayne On 04.21.2010 @ 12:56 pm


She jumped back, startled. She never expected his fangs plunging deeply into her throat. Her eyes grew wide, and she moaned hard and long.
“You okay?” He whispered near her ear, tingling her even more. Her hands wrapped around his neck, she whispered back that everything was just fine.

» Posted By Rayne On 11.03.2008 @ 6:39 pm


There are many things that run. People, cars, animals, noses, even time feels like it runs sometimes. As for the physical activity though, I think I’ll just pass.

» Posted By rayne On 07.11.2008 @ 8:46 am


I frequent many places when I’m in a town I know. I find favorite restaurants and shops, and when I return for visits, I always end up going back to the same places. This may seem boring and motononous, but I like what I like. Sometimes I’ll venture out to get something new, but most the time I go with what I know.

» Posted By rayne On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


Jeff Dunham is a ventriloquist comedian. One of his jokes is where he says his wife calls him the hurricane in the bedroom, and his puppets make fun of him calling him quick and unpredicable.

» Posted By rayne On 07.06.2008 @ 10:08 am


He knelt on the temple ground in worship. But what is worship, he wonders? Why spend your entire lifetime worshipping a being you’ve never seen?

Because, the person next to him begins. The Lord our God has done many miraculous things, but we are too dense and self-involved to notice anything.

» Posted By Rayne On 12.07.2009 @ 7:40 am


the pedal is still. it is gray, it is cold, it is rough. but the boy adores it, as his bike is incomplete without it. it takes him places he’s never dreamed of going, and with that single, cold piece of junk, he could go anywhere he dreamed.

» Posted By Rayne On 12.06.2009 @ 4:13 am

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