It's not the rain
that makes my eyes wet.
It hasn't rained in forty days.
Nights are long and quiet.
The silence cuts to bone.

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire.
It hasn't rained in forty nights.
The well is dry... so am I.
Nights I sit in silence
while it rains.

r ~ 4/19/14

Listen
Listen now
He doesn't sleep here
Anymore.

Smile
Smile somehow
He walks upon that shore.

Look
Look inside
Look inside yourself.

Dream
He's dreaming
You'll find him in your dreams...
Somehow.

4/18/14

Um this is one of my personal poems that i made myself.... hope you guys like it.....

ME
She sits in a dark room all alone
A room darker than the heart of her own
Blood begins to run down her fragile wrists.
She's ending it all, because one kiss

The blood flows down her arm like a warm river
She looks at her body, wishing she was thinner
She yells "I can't ******* take it anymore!"
Her mom cries, "honey please open the door."

It is too late, she is torn from life.
Poor girl, didn't even become a wife
All of this pain and suffering that you see.
Well boys and girls, this is all because of me.

Friendship is a beautiful thing

Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.


All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.