Feb 2016
DRIP, DROP, DRIP, DROP
the rain smashes against the window,
it's beautiful.
BOOM,BOOM,BOOM*
light illuminates the dark sky,
it makes me think.
past,present,future.
flowing like a tidal wave and
it's knocking me down.
i'm falling under the water,
i can't see.
i take my final breath.
darkness.
the rain smashes against the window,
it's beautiful.
BOOM,BOOM,BOOM*
light illuminates the dark sky,
it makes me think.
past,present,future.
flowing like a tidal wave and
it's knocking me down.
i'm falling under the water,
i can't see.
i take my final breath.
darkness.
2016-02-13
(February 13th 2016)
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We've been getting a lot of snow in Canada, I don't like it.
It doesn't make me feel the way rain does.
So, I decided to write about the thing that I love equal to poetry; storms.
There's just something beautiful about them.
The lightning lights up the sky, but there's still that darkness around.
It's like people.
(February 13th 2016)
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We've been getting a lot of snow in Canada, I don't like it.
It doesn't make me feel the way rain does.
So, I decided to write about the thing that I love equal to poetry; storms.
There's just something beautiful about them.
The lightning lights up the sky, but there's still that darkness around.
It's like people.
(16/M/Canada)
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