The echo effect of water when raindrops hit the surface send ripples of space and time never needing a purpose. Does she need a purpose to create the fractals of her living? Needn't she be, whom she be and just be? Without the unforgiving need of a purpose
Look beyond the borders of the walls that contain you for the world is vast, Push past the horizon that surrounds you because your heart is true, Let the raindrops dampen your existence as you begin your journey, You embody light and emit potential, Let your work be your legacy, May your diligence be gracefully saluted, For you are more than their minds can ever fathom.
Some little drops of water Whose home was at sea To go upon a journey They once happened to agree A white cloud was their carriage Their horse, a playful breeze And over town and country They rode along at ease But the cloud held too many And began to grow heavy The little drops of water started to fall And the cloud looked on with appal The water fell to their dismay Was this how they end their day? ~19/3/21
:0 I wouldn't want to end my day falling to my doom either...
this creative mind would never make him like you. no matter how colorful you color your words, or how you decorate it with pretty flowers, he wouldn't like you.
he asked you about the rain, you answered and thought of it as a release. a burst of emotion, just like letting go. but it seems that he had brought an umbrella and avoided your indirect release of feelings, or maybe he took shelter upon a waiting shed. as he stands alone, waiting for the one his heart yearns for, you continue to shower him with your deepest feelings through the form of raindrops that make sound above the roof, desperately wanting for his attention.
I leave my house for the last time And prepare to drive for the last time. I planned where I would go And how they would never find me in time.
Soft rain pours down the windows As I pull out of the driveway. I look at the hazy world around me in awe Of how dreamy it looks. Suddenly I don't want to go anymore.
Life may just be worth it again...
I'm in the middle of a rough patch. I relapsed again, and I've pretty much given up on being clean. Forgive me because I know I can't. I wrote this poem hoping that maybe I will believe it eventually. Until that day, I'll just honour the pinkie promise I made.
I am relaxing in my bed, While outside the house I can hear the raindrops patting on the pane, They seem to be extremely near; It’s raining and the room is warm, I’m tucked in bed at half past nine to listen to the falling rain, So tonight I can sleep just fine.
The softest raindrops hit my window pane, They help me feel the peace I long forgot, Their graceful dances fill my mind with hope That I'm not alone in this dark fight. I watch the raindrops tangle into one And hope that my day will come, When I can trust someone who's good and true, Who won't forget what the darkness brings. Oh I don't want to be alone So I'll sit and watch the raindrops dance, A graceful harmony of sorts Helping me feel a little less alone.