Rachel. Poems. Stories

I'm Rachel, named so in honor of a 'Blade Runner' replicant. I'll re-read Harry Potter annually, mostly around Christmas- which is my favorite time of year. I'm an Australian who sounds vaguely British when nervous, an eternal day dreamer, red lipstick wearer and writer. I have great enthusiasm for books I don't need, Taylor Swift and stationary. Articles

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

Flowers are beautiful, Until their stems thirst for water in vases and their petal fall, In shades of rot, to the carpet. Ugliness is cast aside, And their floral scent languishes in the searing sun.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

When the shadows that cradle your smile become valleys, And the feet of crows appear the edge of your eyes, When grey graces the strands of your hair, And recollecting our beginning begins to fade; I'll hold your hand in mine and kiss the skin that covers raised veins, Crossing like rivers, rising like mountains. When the decades have passed and nothing hidden is left to be found, And our eyes don't see the world like they once did, I'll remember you and our setting sun, When the last of the rays left blackcurrent clouds and burning orange in the sky. I'll remind you that darkness meant light's birth on another part of the world, that we'd soon see it again. If God forbid my fate is losing you, I'll hold your weathered hand and whisper, "I'll join you soon." We'll be in that other place together, Watching the sun rise.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

In the dead of night when the only noise is heard in dreams, I’ll remember you instead of sleeping.

Darkness is where you burn the brightest, in my mind and behind closed eyes,

A technicolor ghost in silver moon light.

And when slumber washes me away like a riptide,

I wake with a clean slate,

Until the sun hides and shadows disappear.

While this city dreams again, You come back like the day never let you go.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

Under a blanket of grey the heavens opened and drowned us.

A mist fogged our vision as it haunted the earth, stealing colour during its passage.

The stems of flowers hunched, curved, their faces sunk in to the river that rose above grass blades.

Heavy drops soaked through skin, insurgent rain stripping our bloodstream clean.

The drought died and in its place a new age of storms was born.

And under the crack of thunder and sheet lightening that blew up the skies,

I saw just how much we lost,

In change we could never have foretold.

[taylorswift]

I love you, Sydney. All 76,000 of you.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

T-minus 5 hours until I see @taylorswift live/ lose all composure

[stability]

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

R.L.G

The breeze raises the hair along her arms. Tiny rivulets of salt water glide down pale skin, milky white where the sun’s kiss hasn’t graced.

Her own arms twist around her stomach, clutching damp fabric from the night terrors that leave sweat beads to trace the curve of her spine.

The moon lends a dull light through cracks in the blind, illuminating bare feet.

Her fingers grip tighter, until the pinch will leave pale lavender and yellow bruises to decorate her rib cage.

Warm breath engulfs her face that’s pressed to her knees, tucked in her night shirt.

Her eyes close then spring open to glance around the room, only finding the same shadows the shapes of demons that never leave her be.

Weeks pass in the small room, on a bed too big for a girl so small.

Morning sun shines through the slats in horizontal interruptions. The heat tinges her nose pink before she stirs, And wakes to the smell of jasmine.

With rigid muscles and dry lips she makes her way to the window, Only to find that seeds have bloomed to roses. That everything has changed only to leave her behind.

Relief in waking remains trapped and in her ivory tower she waits to come back to life.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

Modern Romance

Fly too high fearless of what the fall’s consequences mean, Still thinking they’ll always be protected by their paper angel wings.

They’ll say, “oh, honey, they’re just day dream chasers,

A bunch of unaffected heartbreakers.

They know nothing except they want everything.

Striving for the upper hand, Not driven by forever, Just a passionate one night stand.

It’s a modern romance game, A 21st century battle where emotionless reigns.

Because the one who cares the least holds the power, Darling don’t you know? These youths no longer picks petals from a "love me not” flower.“

They say we let romance starve when chivalry died, Destined to be a lonely generation deprived of the thrill in being starry eyed.

They think all we do is Look pretty for pictures in frames, To tear down the middle when everything turns to flames.

[safeanclsound]

It was important to show that losing friendships can be just as damaging to a person as losing a romantic relationship.

Taylor Swift, GQ Magazine 2015 (via safeanclsound)

[helltotheknope]

Flirting game: Strong (x)

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

Sums up the depth of my flirting ability

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

That night, the sky was cloaked in stars. Our arms brushed as you listened, Embracing confessions once sealed behind my lips. I didn’t appreciate back then, the grace with which you held them. Your blue car, like a white horse, Your presence, like the noble knight who rides it, Rode away, When I let you escape, Through the phone line, Separated by states and time And taking you for granted, The kind of regret realised only in hindsight. This is my apology for the little I gave, When you gave everything to a girl who didn’t know what she wanted.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

Sammy doing Mum a favour, one Croc at a time

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

The five stages of getting over heartbreak

I’m here to say that though heartbreak is painful and awful, you can get through it. It doesn’t have to destroy you. Even though it seems impossible at first, you move on and find new things to love and enjoy again. Here are the five stages of healing a broken heart.

I’m here to say that though heartbreak is painful and awful, you can get through it. It doesn’t have to destroy you. Even though it seems impossible at first, you move on and find new things to love and enjoy again. Here are the five stages of healing a broken heart.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

What if I’d said yes and never let you go,

What if I’d told you all the things I was to scared for you to know?

Would I feel the heat of your skin on a night like tonight,

Would I still be wide awake with thoughts tangled by hindsight?

What if I’d never left and distance never mattered?

What if all those promises had never been retracted?

I know all the things that could have been, could almost be redone,

But I know now that I’ve become that girl, who used to be someone.

[cherrylipschocolateeyes]

💕Happy 18th birthday. You may be an "adult" now, but you'll always be my baby sister 💕 Take me back to the age of princesses and fairy tales, Of playing barbies and kisses on your button nose. Listening for Santa’s jingling sleigh and reaching for the sky on swing sets. When we were both little and your tiny hand curled around my baby finger, And your cheeks flushed as you breathed heavy, asleep on Mum’s chest. The days we pretended our mattresses were clouds we could jump between, And the fall could never hurt us.

[wildlifewednesdays]

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I need one!