rain writes

my name's rain!! i write poems and other assorted writing about nature and space and pirates and how much i love my girlfriend. support me on patreon or through paypal directly!

[wrainwrites]

i stopped posting regularly because i felt like the act of marketing myself was exhausting. now im giving "posting finished content without any fancy formatting" a try.

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Sorry for being gone so long! But I've been working on something! I'm taking the first step to making money off what I love doing by selling a short collection of poems on Gumroad. It's a super simple website to navigate, and any support means the absolute world to me.

It's £8 for eight poems - and I know not everybody can afford that, because it's hell out here, but if you can't afford to buy it then reblogging would mean just as much.

It's called Loving Women and you can buy it here! 

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[ID: A poem in white letters on a dark pink background reads: 

A walk in the darkness, Sprouts hundreds of flowers, In bloom, just for you, And these dark summer hours.

No need for sorrow, No word for it too, This land you’ve created, Speaks only to you.

Your form leaves no footprints, Your words leave no mark, Your body is nothing, But light in the dark.

You speak with the sun, And play cards with the moon, That world you hold on to, Will fade oh-so soon.

It’s resting atop you, The weight of your world, Your shoulders are aching, Your fingers are curled.

You can’t feel your limbs, You’re lost in your mind, You’re aching for somewhere, To leave this behind.

It’s rather untrue, This human suggestion, That heaven is purely, Religious deflection.

Solitary land, You’re near, yet so far You’re not quite a planet, But not quite a star.

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my brain isn’t working enough to think of a caption for this but hear me out. kill the depressed artist cliche! work towards recovery! you don’t have to fuel your art with sadness!

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[ID: adamantly refuse! to make sadness your calling spit in the face! of those who would shun van gogh - in life! they’ll tell you he drank yellow paint to feel happy inside - but they lie! he drank yellow paint to die! i think of how bright his sunflowers could be if those who would voyeurise his pain - had helped him survive! /END ID]

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today's poem is sad and about my beautiful girlfriend who lives one hundred thousand million miles away

Art: Requited love represented by Eros and Anteros, 1588, by Jacob Matham

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post something that isnt perfect, i whisper to myself, my capricorn moon shaking. anyway the moon is my best friend 

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[ID: A grey/cream gradient background with a thin white background, and a poem in white text that reads:

“i didn’t want to have to tell you that the moon you know so well is, quite the chatty one, you see, and if it comes to light that the(e) moon is one that talks, well baby, there’d be lines for blocks - so while the moon is out at night, you’d better keep your lips shut tight, and if you simply cannot bare to keep your question from the air, blink twice and say the magic phrase, the moon shall talk for hours and days”

The author is Rain Brown. End ID]

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i was possessed by the spirit of an old pirate captain and when i woke up i had written this also the spirit is still there and it’s just me now. it’s called ocean bones

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[ID: A black to green gradient with a thin white border and a poem in all caps that reads:

“I WANT TO BE A SKELETON, ON THE BED OF THE OCEAN, DEEP DOWN WHERE NO-ONE CAN SEE, JUST THE FISH, THE FISH AND ME, AND, OF COURSE, MY TREASURE CHEST FORGET ABOUT THE TREASURE CHEST I’VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME

TO KNOW THE FISH HAS NO LESS WORTH THAN THOSE I KNEW BACK ON THE EARTH IN FACT, I’D BE INCLINED TO SAY, THE COMPANY OF THIS MANTA RAY IS FAR BETTER THAN YOURS, SUSAN FUCK YOU.”

The author is Rain Brown. End ID]

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cannot think of a caption for this but consider……………….girls

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Here’s another poem about the ocean. And outer space! I write a lot about both.

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cannot think of a caption for this but consider……………….girls

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[ID: A square image that has a deep pink background and a thin white border, with a poem that reads

“I love loud girls,

Girls covered in scrapes and bruises and mud,

Girls that aren’t afraid to fall,

Girls that cheer and shout their joy,

Girls that clash bright colours,

Girls that fill every room they’re in,

Girls that hold their friends’ hands,

Girls that skip every other step,

Girls with beards and body hair,

Girls with toothy grins that reach their eyes,

Girls that love other girls loudly.”

The author is Rain Brown. END ID]

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every time someone writes something nice in the tags I start WEEPING

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Here’s another poem about the ocean. And outer space! I write a lot about both.

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[ID: Dark blue background with a thin white border that has a poem written in white text. The poem reads 

“Your home in the ocean’s reflection,

is as real as your home in the sky,

the pull of your planet above you,

is as strong as the pull of the tide –  step into the water that calls you,

seek home in a mirror’s embrace,

sink into an image that’s untrue,

use pain to wash tears from your face.

The author is Rain Brown. END ID]

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I’m making an official blog for my writing! Here’s a poem about a siren. That’s definitely all it’s about. 

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