I think I found a moment (Random words pouring out). A Poem. Maybe?

I thought this could be fun—just writing whatever words come to me and seeing if it ends up meaning anything. Ready? Set? Go!

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I think I found a moment where nowhere is somewhere. And someone is no one.

And eyes cannot see and legs cannot move.

His lips have managed to lose me inside a twisted atmosphere. The beats of my heart do not interfere with the feeling of his whispers against my willing ears.

I.

Released.

Myself.

From all of the limitations of what’s right and what’s wrong. I lose count of my past demons and find count in my current mistakes. Ohhhh but could a mistake taste so sweet? Nevermind what the world has told me of this person who is no one yet I now see as someone. I will find a way to make sure this moment doesn’t pass.

Before my mind reminds me that nowhere’s never last.

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Always,

-Brittainy Chantal

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He makes it easy to fall in love (A Poem)

He makes it easy to fall in love.

What does it mean when he doesn’t speak a word?

When he comes around the corner and my stomach stirs?

Do I open my mouth or let my eyes speak?

Will he turn my way or walk right pass me?

I feel my soul yearning for his presence,

But my ideas of society’s egotistical ways remind me that I am not worthy of his glance.

I am not slender. I cannot curl my hair. I walk with a leap and I sometimes swear.

My humor is tainted. I somewhat hate crowds. My mother informed me that I’m hard to be around.

My sister is blonde but my locks are stained black.

If I were to smile, he would notice my cheeks filled with fat.

He makes it easy to fall in love.

But who would choose the raven when he could surely have the dove?

-Brittainy Chantal

Today I Married The Rain: A Love Story

The first spring thunderstorm roared outside the classroom windows. I shuttered at the thought of walking home without an umbrella. Was it supposed to rain today? I wondered. I would have planned better if I knew. As I collected my belongings and headed towards the door, I cursed under my breath; hoping I wouldn’t catch a cold. Then again, what would it matter? My social life was quite nonexistent on campus. The only difference with having a cold would be that I would need a box of Kleenex to watch my reality television.

I sighed as I stepped out into the deluge, ready to meet my maker, ready to be drenched. Yet, when I looked up, my eyes met with a large black umbrella. I turned to my right to see two green piercing eyes and a crooked smile looking towards me, “Which way you heading?” The deep voice asked me. The sexy southern drawl that released from his vocal box almost made me fall over into the puddle, but I held my composure the best I could.

“South Williams Dorms.” About half a mile away from the rest of the dorm rooms on campus.

“I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?” He ran his hand over his face, as I studied his five-o-clock shadow. For a brief moment I thought of running my fingers through his beautiful black waves. But instead, I only nodded, allowing him to walk me home.

He always sat in the back of the class, always answered every question right, and always made the beautiful girls follow him out of the classroom. I was not a beautiful girl. But I did secretly follow him with my eyes. From a distance.

I knew my chubby cheeks and round face was not worth his kisses. I knew that I wasn’t the type who was allowed to follow him out of the classroom.

Yet today, he followed me. And he offered me to hold on to his umbrella. We spoke about class, and homework, and our future plans. Mister beautiful was destined to be an architect, and me, a graphic designer.

I laughed with him and blushed even more as he complimented my thick brown hair, he said it enhanced my eyes.

As we approached my dorm, I thanked him for his kindness, offering him his umbrella. He declined as he stepped back into the rain and became soaked. As his hands slid into his jean pockets he smiled towards me, “I live in North Williams Dorms.” His dorm was a complete half mile away from the dorm we were now standing in front of.

I scowled him for going out of his way just to get me home dry, and held out his umbrella so he could get home. He just shrugged and started to walk away.

“Hold on to it, perhaps one day, you can walk me home.”

My heart felt as if it skipped a beat, at the same time, it felt like it was beating faster and faster. I watched him disappear down the street and was in complete awe. It was as if he wasn’t getting beaten with the rain, yet it seemed as if he was the rain.

I didn’t even know his name.

But it was in that moment that I knew he was the one for me.

These types of things never happened to me. I wasn’t the girl who was noticed. I wasn’t the girl who was walked home. As I watched him, I felt a need to know more about him. I needed to…

Opening the umbrella, I rushed towards him and nudged him in the arm, “Which way you heading?” I asked.

His halfway smile appeared, “North Williams Dorms.”

I nodded as I dropped the umbrella and the water refreshed me and ran down my nose, “I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?”

He chuckled and moved my soaked hair behind my ears. His eyes studied mine for awhile as the thunder supplied us with a breathtaking soundtrack. His lips tasted like berries.

No umbrella needed this time; no words that could express what we both were feeling. I knew it right then and there. And I knew that he felt it too. A burst of color emerging from our souls.

Someday, I would marry that architect with the beautiful black waves.

But today, today I married the rain.