Raven Diamond
Bio
I am an actor, published author,sketchbook library artist, model, award nominated singer/songwriter, IT specialist, entrepreneur, wife and mother.
Stories (43/0)
Deck's Made ("Found Poem")
For those who are not familiar with "Found Poems" they are created by finding some form of literature and using the words on one of its pages in order to make a poem. You circle words you like (or letters) and/or cross out the ones you don't want. This poem and its title was found using the book The Rainmaker page 273.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets
- Top Story - September 2021
Lighthouse Jog (ghost story version)
The salty wind, a calming fresh scent, blew across my face cooling me down from my routine morning run. It was crisp, fresh, and the break I needed from the world. A perfect start to the day and a wonderful beginning in a new town. It was as if I was all alone, not a soul for miles and yet I could see the first early morning beach goers setting up their spot for the day. My ears caught the symphony of gulls and the voices of the waves. They didn’t demand my attention, but they didn’t reject it.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Horror
Pigeon's Eyes
To be free; to see it all from a place hidden away, yet in plain sight; to fly far away from it all and be closer than ever at the same time; to truly live while being an inch away from death. To taste the voices of those below and feel their ideas take flight; to live every moment as the last. This is what it means to live life to its fullest. This is what it means to be me.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets
Patrolling the Intruder
It was a beautiful spring morning with the sun peaking over the hilled horizon. The Calico Cat, an elegant dancer of nature, strolled across the lawn admiring and patrolling her beautiful territory. This mundane routine was her favorite part of the day. When else did the air feel so fresh and crisp? Sensitive ears perking, she heard the snap of a nearby twig. Leaping like a gazelle, she shot off like a bullet in the direction of the intruder. She wasn’t about to let an unknown enemy gain access to her hidden sanctuary. Her strong stripped mate, who was the intruder, purred and laughed as he easily sidestepped the valiant leap. The female landed on the lush grass with a shocked squeak. She was embarrassed at this small miscalculation, but quickly composed herself and went back to patrolling; pretending as if the event had never even taken place. Her mate rubbed against her lovingly and joined her on the daily patrol.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets
Lonely Violin
All alone. All alone in that small room. There was no one to quell her fears; no one to wipe her tears. She was all alone save for her precious violin. She knew she mustn't touch it for they would come if she played, but oh how she longed to hold it; to rest its polished wood under her chin and stroke it's lovely strings with the elegant bow, but it was cursed.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Horror
Traveling: A Prose Poem
To fly through time, as sweet as lime, its beauty; a dove. This I shall covet. It’s breath; my air… times hands ensnare. My age is upon the page, where the book is my stage. My life: a doll. Death: a child who calls to play. Nowhere, can I stay, for time is where I hide from all who have lied to me. As I fly through time it is as bitter-sweet as a lime.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets
I Spy: A Cinquain
I spy Forest's green eye Gem's hanging in the sky Beauty of nature in my eyes I spy Backstory: This is a more unusual piece of work. I wanted to try out some new story telling methods or learn a new style of writing. I ended up stumbling upon a poem called a Cinquain which is not to be confused with a Haiku.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets