Thoughts.Roulette

Welcome! My name is PresCocoRain, and I'm a master of both roast and shade, but even better at forgetting stuff. Some say I'm a clarinet "expert." I think I'm socially average. But everyone knows I'm a wannabe poet despite all my practice. Skies are also super pretty. I also write as one of six members in Writers By Candlelight.

[thoughts-roulette]

Dear Monarch Butterfly

I am not part of your uniformity.

I am not one of your discrepancies.

Do not expect me to give my apologies

to your world, comparable to a high school 

yearbook, where life supposedly consists 

of a select few of people

Like your world, full of hidden hostilities:

the same hostilities that slay for sport

to prey on my image like a wildebeest carcass.

Like your world, who cannot even understand

itself. An expectation to be like everyone else

in a world that promotes to be yourself.

I am sorry, but I am  going to be myself.

[thoughts-roulette]

We die, and then, one day we will be mounds, but what if the dead lived among us now.

PresCocoRain via @thoughts-roulette

I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.

[thoughts-roulette]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via books-n-quotes)

Me too, FItz. Me too.

[thoughts-roulette]

Roulette III

the ocean of your soul

heats with the intensity of life

and I can only witness it so

from an island offset

a point on the equator of despair

where your soul forms a storm.

those treacherous cyclones

begin so humbly as casual

periodical winds,

but little, light winds

graze the dark water’s surface

with a power abrupt and abstruse.

those little, white lies

in the darkest of places

blends you gray

though I only see the blues.

---prescocorain @thoughts-roulette

[thoughts-roulette]

I knew something was wrong with me, ever since I escaped the cocoon. I wanted to become a butterfly, but instead I came out a moth.

Prescocorain @thoughts-roulette

[kurihuangillustration]

My school project for last semester. I chose J.K Rowling’s The Fountian of Fair Fortune from The Tales of Beedle the Bard and draw it into an illustration book.  

[thoughts-roulette]

This is so beautiful owowowow

[thoughts-roulette]

Roulette II

Your hate is merely a tidal wave.

You shake the earth

and enrage the volcanoes

to burn my joy

as you did to Pompeii,

to flood my heart

as you did to Japan.

But I am not a nation.

My spirit belongs to none.

No territory has been claimed

on me, except by me.

I am as free as the earth.

I stand tall with her,

and I stand strong with her.

[thoughts-roulette]

In my house there stands a window. It’s just like me. I am that window. In my room, it stands and stares. So in my life, I stand and stare. The window shields itself with blinds. I am blind to my truths. My blinds are my lies about myself. I keep them nice and closed. And so the window’s nice and closed.

PresCocoRain @thoughts-roulette

[writers-by-candlelight-blog]

A Warm Hello

Hello! We are Writers-By-Candlelight, and this is our Tumblr. We are just 6 friends who want to share their writings with the world. We write anything from poetry, to prose, to essays, to off-the-wall, word-vomit, one sentence scrawls of spilled ink. We are DreamDiver, MayJay, SongBird, PresCocoRain, WickedKid, and Fragolina. Please enjoy reading our writings as much as we enjoyed writing them. We also have an Instagram, so go check it out. Thanks for stopping by! :)

Personal Tumblrs:

DreamDiver: https://introspectivethoughtsfromaguy.tumblr.com/

MayJay: https://mayjaymayjay.tumblr.com/

SongBird: http://welcome-to-the-makebelieve.tumblr.com/

PresCocoRain: https://thoughts-roulette.tumblr.com/

Fragolina: https://amuseings.tumblr.com/

(WickedKid currently does not have one)

[thoughts-roulette]

Necessities

Like the Earth, I need

You. Swell these clouds and feed my 

soil with light, my Sun.

[blueyedcas]

Bravery is more powerful than perfection Is this something you sense? Your tangled thoughts being silenced Is worth not taking a chance? Bravery is more difficult than perfection Is this something you find? Painting the entire canvas Is harder than colouring between the lines Bravery is more honest than perfection Is this something you rejoice? While the world demands perfection Being brave frees your voice Bravery is more creative than perfection Is this something you know? The fear of failure stilling your pen Keeps your inner world from being shown Bravery is more beautiful than perfection  Is this something you see? Facing the world as your flawed self Is the most beautiful you can be

Bravery > Perfection (via sassmycroft)

[writers-by-candlelight-blog]

A Candlelight Haiku

Let’s burn this candle,

spreading our warm, writer’s light

to hearts in the dark. 

~PresCocoRain

[thoughts-roulette]

Roulette I

In the absence of sunshine and

rainbows, I look out from my rain-stained

window. I see a bright light from

heaven: a light, so white, no star can

fathom. This light is a such a sight,

that nothing else 

matters.

~PresCocoRain @thoughts-roulette