Raistlin Allen
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To My Mother, On Her Deathbed
a/n: This is a poem I wrote to my mother while I was quite literally sitting beside her as she lived - and mainly slept- out her last days. Maybe it's not in the traditional sense, but I believe it's the best poem of comfort I've ever written. To me, it evokes both the comfort I hoped to impart to her to let her know it was okay to leave us, and the comfort her memory still brings to me in small, everyday things. I hope that anyone who's ever lost someone important to them can enjoy it, and relate.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Poets
First Sight
a/n: the road to loving oneself is not an easy one- at least for most of us. In this poem I wanted to try and capture the emotions present in my own ongoing, rocky journey to self-acceptance. I wanted to imagine what that destination would look like & the courage it would take to get there.
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Poets
The Keeper of the Veil
a/n: I thought it only appropriate for my second night owl challenge entry to connect to the first in some way. That being said, I still wanted it to be able to stand on its own. So, while this story acts as an extended prequel of sorts to the much shorter The Places No One Comes Back From , and it might be fun to read both- in any order- for a little added perspective, it's absolutely not necessary. Enjoy :)
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2022
You Can Have Everything You Want
Louis Mercurio the V always got his way. Most of the time, people readily gave him whatever he wanted. There was a song on the radio that said ‘you can’t always get what you want’ on repeat lately that people seemed to love, but that wasn’t the truth as far as Louis could see. If something existed that he didn’t have and wanted, all he needed to do to obtain it was leave a note for his parents or for Anna, the maid. Later that day or night, he’d have the coveted item in his possession, and he’d add it to the treasure trove of valuables and belongings that lined the mahogany shelves in his room.
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Something In The Water
Julius almost missed the turnoff. The dirt road was obscured by pines and marked by a bent pole that looked like it used to have a street sign affixed to it. Used to being the operative phrase. To call it a road would be charitable; it was more like a glorified path, littered with loose rock and only a car’s breadth wide, so that if someone were coming in the other direction, one of the drivers would have no choice but to pull over.
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The 13 Nights Of Halloween
Are you always disappointed when Halloween is over? Do you spend all October partying in your local graveyard only to feel like you have to pack up all the bones and spiderwebs by November 1st or else you’ll end up being a weirdo like me? NEVER FEAR, because I have news for you!
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Beat
Upload It To The Cloud
Let me start by saying I don’t have any pets. I’m a selfish mofo who can barely handle taking care of myself. My office pet is technically my sister’s office pet who I steal time with being that my sister & I work in the same office ‘space’ (our rented home).
By Raistlin Allen2 years ago in Longevity
