the rain was just a drizzle
Amy H A
Amy H A
Mar 19      Mar 21

the rain was just a drizzle
like my feelings any more
as we stood in awkward chat
and you can't find me any more.
not in here, at least,
in a quasi-happy fete,
with celebrations halted
because they make you fret.
I can't see my heart to give it
for it's always given back
and we'll stand in smoke and raindrops
with me turning myself black.
the black;
it can't reflect the light
so you'll perhaps not see
that my eyes have turned away
and my heart it didn't stay
and the part you have
is just the surface-me.
I won't let go, or let you in,
not again.
you'll only get the drizzle
not the swim.

My how it flows when it's a current, current.
#smoke   #light   #swim   #reflect   #raindrops   #drizzle  
Ace Malarky
Ace Malarky
Nov 6, 2013

The earth drinks;
the sky weeps;
      a misty shroud is spread
      o'er immortal Sol who sleeps.

I'd love to write more later, and this certainly doesn't feel complete, but I couldn't help but share!

Drizzle only can last so long,
Lillian Laura

Chewing on the words
You said to me,
I feel the sliver of your
Finger print between my teeth.

Temptation is first sour, then sweet.

Too ripe with emotion,
I'm bleeding out,
The crimson found in
The final seconds right before
The sun cowers away,
Is what I've found in my heart.

It's an envious flirtation,
Clouds looming,
Grandma always said when the
Breeze blew the leaves over,
And you saw their backsides,
You knew is was going to rain.

Drizzle only can last so long,
Before the clouds finally decide to
Dry up or

Sep 4, 2011

It is a slow, sad rain
that falls today

And I do not define
myself by the weather

The rain pours down,
like the tears from my eyes.
I can't stop you from harm,
I can't stop you from going.
I don't know why you want to leave me behind,
but I know you just want to go.

into the drizzle
pluie d'été
pluie d'été
May 13, 2014

there's a girl
who holds
the universe
in her eyes
(they aren't tired

she loves the rain
and the sound
of voices
and his eyes
and his eyes
and his eyes
and the feeling
she got
after her second

she dresses
in white
her cheeks
with innocence
held high
(her tears
fall like rivers
she cries)

drowns in words
of a thousand forests
a billion minds
and minutes
and falling
through her lap
and scrawls
empty words
(the ones
she hears)
between gaps
in the pages

an entirety
and gives them names
of all the famous writers
(she sometimes
reading them)
and caresses them
with her lips
and the words
that slip through
(they really
more beautiful
in the sunlight)

won't say the words
that need not
be said
tainting feelings
and moments
with a means of escape
(and she will hold her palm
over her ears
just to save herself
from hearing them
fall like feathers
from your lips)

she will
fall in love
with strangers
until she knows
(and then she will wonder
if her imagination
was actually real)

she will
until the moths
against a lit screen
and the butterflies
fall apart
a bare neck
like stars
falling into the sea

she loves
the sky
and the sea
and can't decide
on separate
and weighs her down
until she flies
into the drizzle
on the corners
a gentle breeze)

Drizzle on a Monday morning;
Claire Rubbelke
Claire Rubbelke
Nov 6, 2013      Nov 6, 2013

Coffee shop blues flutter on a low breeze;
Smokey jazz unbalanced on the stage;
Raw emotion flickers in the melting candles;
Drizzle on a Monday morning;
Bicycling by, a man late for work;
A whining saxaphone on a street corner;
A wailing trumpet from the balcony above;
A bass booming from somewhere below;
A distant drummer beats out a rhyme;
Coffee shop blues flutter away with the breeze.

Vinicius Lira
Vinicius Lira
Sep 3, 2014

the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.

I was drizzle,
Aug 15, 2013

If people were rain,
I was drizzle,
and she was a hurricane."

Maybe I am one, a hurricane.
Inside I crave the peace and serenity
Granted to mid-morning drizzles
Falling gently on side walks,
But I cannot calm my dark,
Repetitive, abrasive thoughts enough
To bring in and accept my
Yearning for some quiet.

I can never stay anywhere,
With anyone,
For too long.

"I need to go. I need to get out of here."

But, with you,
I forget time.
I feel open and vulnerable.
I just want to stop it all,
And just be happy.

Is that alright?

Sep 30, 2014

I just need you to be here
Because it's raining in my mind
And you aren't here to hold
The umbrella over me this time.

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