5-** Water

A gentle shower, soft upon the pane,
The world washed clean, in shades of silver grey,
A warmth that rises, in the wind's soft strain,
A longing gaze, that will not fade away.
The rain descends, a whisper, light and low,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings flow.

I see you, a distance, yet so near,
A quiet pull, that banishes all fear,
The words unsaid, like raindrops on a stream,
A timeless moment, in a waking dream.
Your smile, a promise, etched upon the air,
A heart embraced, with tenderness and care.

The rain falls softly, through the fading light,
A hand in hand, where silent pathways lead,
A gaze that lingers, in the deepening night,
A gentle touch, fulfilling every need.
The rain descends, a whisper, soft and slow,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings grow.

I see you, a comfort, safe and true,
A heart's soft prayer, in shades of gentle blue,
Your smile, a beacon, in the misty haze,
A tender moment, in love's gentle ways.
The arms that hold, a refuge from the storm,
A heart embraced, where love is pure and warm.

dark waters rising
a flooding of emotions
and a heart longing.

now and forever
at the edge of the river
my eyes are searching.

I stand by the river
Then strip off my flesh
Place it neatly by the trees
So the mud can digest it
For their fruitful ambitions
Then I slip down to the river
My bones soak in
The air, the wind, the land
The flesh waits as it gets eaten
By the worms
I watch it all
And shout
“Leave no crumbs behind, please!”
Then the water enters my skull
The wind takes in each bone
And kisses it bit by bit
Breathing it
And I believe I have tasted
Freedom.

I swam up to meet you
Over sand and shell
Kissed your salted lips
Fresh and alive
Buoyant
Sun-ripe *******
Soft as ocean crests
Enlivened eyes  
Bodies pressed
Mast against Hull
Ramming
Rising with the swell
Hoisted close
Your half-buried bow
Port over starboard
Flooding the deck
Swaying
Side to side
Thrusting and thrashing
Salt tasted sweet
Entwined in our motion
Indiscreet
Swirling and splashing
Tumbling on the wash
Bringing to port
Anchored
Between bruised legs
Moist in wetness
Blustered by breeze
Tossed and tousled
Cargo spilled
Current spins us
Our feet scraping
On sharp stones
Bodies so fragile
The sun could sink them
If your eyes are not blue
Let the ocean drink them

This mind is a lake
Its waters dark and viscous
Thick like honey
It would
require so much strength to reach
the surface
And if you tried
You'd have to be certain
Which way is up
Because
no beam of light could reach in here
to lead you
You won't drown though
This mind is a kind mind
And you're promised to never feel cold
In its waters
It will take care of you
Keep you sane
No waves can attack
Once you've sunk inside
And you will be loved
And you will be home

A grey cloud covers her sky , Its raining in her mind tonight ,
first a drop made the vase leak and ever since its been spilling through her eyes .
She cant figure out how to make it stop , as she doesn’t know why , So she just waits till it empties,she waits a lifeteime .

And when her eyes aren’t the subject of a tsunami, it’s her heart that takes the weight of the entre ocean .
it’s her heart that becomes blue ,
as an irregular rythm is set in motion ,
But her heart gets so full so fast,
and the vase is only half empty ,
she feels it beating so hard , right beneath her skin .

So she swallows It all , glad that now  she feels it less ,
she’s meant to be eating and swallowing , so it all makes sense . Then suddenly she’s not hungry for anything but  water and  air , and even that is now suffocating .

She chokes on it , drowns in it , as now it exudes from her pores , no matter how much gets out , there always seems to be more , oh the lord knows how she’d want it to stop ,  wants to stop it all.

It fills her up , and fills her mouth,only for her to ***** it out , hoping its all of it , shes purposefully gags , ignoring her groans and moans that are now ever so loud .

she empties her stomach's contents , that now has no water , no, only air. She hopes she's finally taken away part of the trouble and part of the blue that messed up her head .

but the vase is only half empty , she reminds herself , still its begging for exit , a crack in it is enough for the story to repeat-itself .

You left your home,
Your flowering tree
That bore you in the springtime.

Once released,
You drifted to the lake below.

Now on the water,
You drift again with the current
To reveal your whiteness

Your buoyancy
Creates gentle ripples

This picturesque scene,
Attracts attention—you're beautiful.

Your petals catch the sunlight,
Bringing feelings of tranquility
Unlike any other.

Above the trees flows

the water to the city --


In the blazing sun.

I was not raised by my sister's mother
Though the same woman raised she and me
I did not live with the same older brothers
Though we lived with the same older three

I was not cared for by the same father
As my sister had caring for her
The same person, he was, but I guess that's different
She had softness and I felt his burns.

I did not live in the same home as she
Though we both grew up on Fallow Street
I guess we're all changed by the parents we have
And more by the parents we meet

I did not have my sister's childhood
Hers seemed very soft to my eyes
While mine was a horror, tragic and bleak,
I fought very hard for my prize

My sister was raised in a different house
Different parents had she
We both grew up with the same people
But both had different families

As I got older, it took long to learn
That though we grew in the same mud,
My blood shared with her is thinner than water
For water is thicker than our blood.

I fall in love, like it’s a dare.
No helmet, no warning,
like being in the middle of nowhere,
when it starts pouring.

My hollow heart, unprotected,
waits to be washed away
with echoes of the silence,
that grow too heavy, until they strain.

The flood begins within,
soaking through skin, through veins,
tainted by you, to my core,
with a weight I was never built to bear.
The water rises, inch by inch,
but I don’t gasp.
I’m prepared.

I drown quietly, without struggle,
as if this ache has earned its place.
The tide carves out my ruins,
leaving nothing, but empty space.

And maybe that’s the mercy —
not the saving, but the cease.
When the water stills inside me,
there’s a moment of release.