Rainbow Stories

The sky going round. The rainbows in chains. All you do is blame indigo. What dove have you loved? What sparrow has loved you? And yet you never say hi. I am a chain of rainbows. In my agony I curse my inner sky. I am the undead rainbow. I am a fool and I believe the lies of indigo. Then Monday comes. Like the ark of a javelin I must write a poem. In retribution I drag my futility and plow the illusion called earth. This...

I believe in night I believe in day I believe that one day with Henry I will have my wicked way. I believe in sight I believe in sound I believe at the end of a rainbow A pot of gold can be found. I believe in light I believe in dark I believe if you swim in the sea You'll get eaten by a shark. I believe in truth I believe in lies I believe that sometimes Angels Are Devils in disguise. I believe in happiness I believe in...

Chapter 63 The Friendly Assault Strange objects hang in the skies above the forest we’re in. The screeching seems to be coming from them. Come to think of it, it is more melodic than annoying. It feels like they are talking to each other. The objects hang low enough to discern what these things are. Well, I don’t know what they are, but I can see that they are oval and colorful. There are long flags, or banners hanging fr...

Be at peace divine Soul, Surrounded bright light, as the night falls, Silently she prayers, echoes solitary halls, Tides raise darkness, as the angel calls, Distant rainbow awaken dreams and hopes. ~Doobie

I saw you coming.We all saw you coming.Steaming through the drizzle-grey,Eyes bulging blue-white fire,Roaring maw threatening to devour us allAs you swept down from the hilltopAnd you aimed for the dull, oily lakeHidden under the black of the weeping clouds.You utter, utter bastard.A curtain of dull grey sloshingEnveloped us as your fat tyresDissected the waters like a mad surgeon's blunt scalpel,Gushing the toxic blood o...

Raining stair-rods, quick watch your head, Cats and dogs, they’d end up dead. Hammering it down, that must be Thor, God of thunder bashing at my door. Big umbrellas with a pointy spike, Spear me in places that I dislike. Wellie boots and waterproof coats, Leaves float past like little boats. Rivers rising, a bursting bank, Drainage flooding smelling rank. The sun fights hard to win the day, A spear of light sneaks out to...