Everyone says it's not poetry unless it's got rhyme. Well I wouldn't buy that for a dime. My brain's a giant mess, why would i try to make what I say any less? Organization and aesthetics, you say? well ***** that, anyway.
Coffee shops. Lemon drops. Those rhyme! You'll see what i do with those in time. Or maybe not; I've already done a lot.
All this irony's made my brain jello, so it's time to say hello (to the end of this poem).
I'm crying it's study hall and i'm bored as fuckkkk so you get this weird thing
Drops drops of water run down my face from my eyes. I can taste the salts as my eyes burn and my heart aches and my spirit dies. Pain pain of sorrow flows through my tired body. I can't feel anything but bitter pain surrounding the inside of me.
drops of rain dripping down my window pane. no matter how fast they fall, they never seem to finish. i wait, slowly and painfully. i look again at my reflection on the window. those aren't raindrops. now, for whom are these tears?
monsoon season is in, once again. i'm feeling many emotions, twice too many. i think raindrops are equal to the bits of falling sand in an hourglass.
Drop by drop, Rain by rain, Steady rhythm, Beating chain. Raining hard, Raining soft. Dripping slowly, Up aloft. Silent drop, Noisy thud. Getting deeper, Causing flood. Rain is frequent, All through you. Can be close, Or distant, too.
Dew drops are falling. Full moon is calm and cool. The nature is silently shaping my hopes and dreams. The silence of night is taking me to a new height. The infinite sky is making the mind to look beyond the deep valleys. From the horizon are flowing all energies. The whole existence is dancing in ecstasy. Inside the dew drops I am envisioning a new life. The flowers,trees and the mountains are making the mind serene and tranquil. Being covered by dew drops the whole nature is seeming beautiful. The reflections of knowledge and wisdom inside the dew drops are showing me the path to peace,progress and prosperity. Flowers are shining and merging the mind in peace and bliss. The reflections of the stars inside the dew drops are making the mind more colorful. Every where is being felt the presence of Almighty. Dew drops are adding more value to tired and dejected life and inside the slumber of the night I am resting in peace.
Dew drops are very much liked by all and enhance the beauties of nature and add value to creativity.
Heartbreak forced through the cracks, Dripping heavy ichor, drip drops interminable. Muscles and veins shredded, Caught on rough stone edges. Pulled by strings attached to your sharpened claws. I scream soundless, Beg for the end with my thoughts. Beg for these dreams to vanish into the day.
Dreams of everything being nice and perfect after a breakup are the worst.
I wasn’t pretty Like Christmas lights Or wildflowers Or summer
I was pretty In the way Thunder raises goosebumps And the way Water droplets cling To lashes in the rain
You weren’t pretty You were beautiful Not in the way Of smoldering eyes Or strong arms
You were beautiful In your voice And the way You smiled. Like Real Sunshine
And we weren’t pretty We were awe Not in the way Of fireworks Or Broadway
We were awe In the electricity Of lightning strikes And the way My skin tingles Where your words Dropped like rain And refracted light To make rainbows
The soothing sound of the rain Going drip Drop Drip Drop To cleanse the streets Making puddles anew To kids splashing Adults kissing The smell so beautiful Candles cannot compare With lightening strikes And thunder booming like the bass drum with a constant beat That a song begins to play Hours go by The moon begins to rise The pooring rain And booming thunder Helps me to drift off into my dreams
