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Sound Of Rain Jun 2014
These days, I feel like time is moving too fast for me. Too dang fast.
Everybody comes and goes out of my life, Always.
without the blink of an eye. You included
Break those promises wont you? You said you'd never do that. Look at what's happened now

Maybe I should stop caring. Just let it all fade away. It'll be Peaceful maybe
I did try didn't I? I kept trying. I still am trying. It's really hard.
If this doesn't work, what will? I want you to stay but I'll have to let you go
Will you ever realize how much you're hurting me? As long as you're happy I guess.
You don't even know any of this. And I wont tell you either.

I wish I was strong enough to throw a fit and scream and yell I wanna let go.
but no sounds come out of my mouth when I try. Why is this happening?
So instead of going through all that trouble, "It'll get better."
I just put up a smile on my face, try to make it seem genuine, "It'll be okay."
and walk around with that fake smile. *You lie.
I don't know where this came from. Been suffering from Writer's block lately.
This just kind of happened I guess.
  May 2014 Sound Of Rain
Nat Lipstadt
the crystal clarity of each drop
Is my very own
Glass Menagerie.

You are beautiful
In Every Way...
what matters not,
boy or girl,
when entitled to
Beautiful Poet:
that covet,
covers and covets the world
in any language
Sound Of Rain May 2014
I wake up every morning on my bed, in my room.
Everything looks the same,
but it all feels different.

I look back at how I woke up on this very bed,
a year ago, and I was different,
and I was Happy.

Then you had to swoop in and put everything out of place,
leaving me to clean up the mess.
But that mess isn't the worst part.

The worst part is the fact that I liked that mess.
**And I still do.
#love #life #sad #pain
Sound Of Rain May 2014
A year passed by and now, all I know are your words,
the beautiful sound of your laughter and all
your other little habits that make me smile.
All I know are things like your smile, your voice and
for some twisted reason, along with your voice, there's another one,
and this one wont stop laughing and it keeps whispering into my ears,
"You're too late."

Guess I was too overconfident,
I'd thought you'd stay forever.
I was too scared to accept the truth.
I never knew that you leaving would hurt me so much.
Now, you're right there, but you're too far away.
I can't reach you now. I wont be able to. And I'm too
disgusted with myself to even try to reach you.

And for some twisted reason, I agree with that voice in my head,
the one that was laughing and whispering into my ears,
I am, indeed, too late.
Well, just realized what heartache feels like.

I hope you're happy with her. You deserve the happiness. And I'll just like you from over here, silently. 'Cause in that silence, no one can say anything to me. And in that silence, you can be mine and you'd be able to stay for all the time in the world.
  Apr 2014 Sound Of Rain
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Sound Of Rain Apr 2014
..    
                    I                                Li
                 ke                                Li
                 ste                                ni
         ng   To                       Music
      In A Vo                  lume So Hi
    gh
That I                  Can't Hear  
     My Own                      Thoughts.
                              ­                              

Or so I think...
"I like listening to music in a volume so high that I can't hear my own thoughts. Or so I think."
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My attempt at concrete poetry.

My thoughts scare me sometimes.
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