raincity

raincity

NY

16 years old

Posts

  • The wanderer

    The stone wall upon which he sits is crumbling, rough and moss covered, but it is home. 
    He stares up at the migrating geese, their honks loud and clear in the crisp air. 

  • Not ready

    When the world is dark, and the stars are out 

    My mind comes alive. 

    I drown alone in my thoughts with a smile on my face, 

    And let myself get lost, 

    Because I know I’ll be found. 

  • Ponderings

    I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?

  • The Ballet

    The melody begins, softly and small,

    Rhythmic and sweetly it asks for a dance. 

    Gracefully she moves like leaves in the fall,

    Her passion is fueled by wild romance.

    The audience smiles for they do not know,