I
might be in love
and I
am terribly afraid.

One drop
Two drops
Three drops
Four

The rain drips, down the door,

Five drops
Six drops
Seven drops
Eight

It yells, "get out of bed, and don't be late."

Nine drops
Ten drops
Eleven drops
Twelve

It falls cold, and wet, to the ground

Thirteen drops
Fourteen drops
Fifteen drops
Sixteen

Oh how much the rain did miss me

Seventeen drops
Eighteen drops
Nineteen drops
Twenty

No more rain please,
We have plenty
-Madi.S

My soldier has left
He’s gone away
He’s not coming back
for a hundred days

He’s off in the desert
laying in the sand
hes on his knees praying
that i wont be mad

Im at home washing dishes
when the man knocks on the door
and hands me the letter
that my soldiers not coming home

The world is blurry
my chest aches
i cant hear the man’s car
as he drives away

i sit on the couch not knowing what to do
whether to cry
or to keep my face dry

so today, the letter sits in a drawer
there is no trace of my soldier here anymore
He did not come back after a hundred days
he left me for good
with bills to pay

goodbye my soldier
i will be strong
but why did you leave me here, all alone?
this
i will never know
-Madi.S

The birds chirp in the trees
Outside in the breeze
Outside it is sunny and bright
But inside it is dark as night

It is cold and dark inside
And bright and sunny outside
I sit here in this dark room
Looking out at the world

The tears fall one after another
The clouds are my eyes, dark and full
So the rain comes down
The tears roll

So I get up and close the curtains
I can’t look at it anymore
It’s so hard to try to be happy
Or to look at something so bright and full of joy

So I go into the bathroom
and take out mom’s pills
1-2, a few minutes later they are all gone
So I go back to the dark room
and open the curtains

Then I lay down on my bed and look out the window
The bright sun starts to fade
The flowers turn black
And soon I can’t hear the birds chirping anymore
All is silent
The joy, is gone
-Madi.S

I wanted to say thankyou
To everyone that reads
The poems of this woman
with her heart upon her sleeve
Your comments really move me
and never fail to raise a smile
it makes this urge I have to write
seem all the more worthwhile.
I love to read your poems too
they always lift my mood
some sad, some mad, some funny
and some are downright rude!
I guess that what I want to say
and the way to put it best
is I've never touched so many folks
Without fear of arrest. :-)

hahaha* they all laugh
at him
but in the end
he will be the one
on top
don't laugh at a guy
who can hold a grudge
One day he will snap
and then crack
the pain you cause
will only move him
better be nice
or it may be the end
to both abusers