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Colm Jul 2016
Like a thousand tiny pencil tips,
Scratching out their little lines in eagerness.

Like the rustling leaves of the many trees,
Just beyond the meadow devoid of mist.

Like the tapping thimble of a seamstress,
As she scatters a cup full of pins to *****.

So the rainfall here is near to me,
With a sound I hold, above all else, most dear to me.
It's raining... :D
070716 #SirFrancisHouse #ElNido

Mapalad ang nauuhaw,
Mapalad ang nagugutom,
Ngunit iba ang guhit sa'king palad.

Inalok Mo sa'kin ang luha't delubyo
Hindi Ka humihinto sa pagtapon ng dalamhati.
Mistulang kupas ang kaibigang Bahaghari
Pati sa pag-asa ba'y kami ri'y may kahati?

Sumisipol ang Hangin, umiindayog
Kaya't nagtatagisan ang mga Puno't Halaman.
Matira matibay sa ganitong labanan,
May ibang yayakap sa angkan,
Ang iba'y nagsisimatay na lamang.

Gaya ng pangarap, gumuguho ang akalang matitikas.
Pag binagyo Mo'y magdudumi sa kalye't
Tangay ang tubig na tsokolate.
Walang nauuhaw kaya't walang nagwawalis,
Tila ang lahat, sumusuklob sa yerong palamuti.

Alam kong iba Ka sa kanila,
Kaya't hindi Mo na kailangang patunayan pa.
Kung ganyan Ka lumaban, buhay ng iila'y may pangwakas na.
Sapat nang nandyan Ka, kaya't lumisan Ka na.
Napakalakas ng ulan at hindi namin magawang tumungo sa site. Kahapon lang, kakaiba rin ang ihip ng hangin, siyang tila may pasabog sa lupain. Wag naman sana.
You know it's been raining, it´s been raining for ages
We have been stuck here while the world has been going places
You know we've been failing, we've been failing a century
We have been stuck here while the world has been free

We talked about it away from the storm
Away from the raindrops so we could keep each other warm
You´ve been wanting to leave, but now you won´t go
Don't ask me to stay now that I can only say no

For hours into the night I listened to your voice
In the peace and silence we felt like there was a choice
You´ve been wanting something more, I hear it in your tone
Don't ask me for it when it's something I do not own

You know it's been raining, it´s been raining for ages
We have been stuck here to dry tears of our faces
I will walk with you outside and down the road until its end
Soaked to the skin under the open sky, I don't think I´ll be warm again
MJ May 2016
A line is stretched across a chasm.
Beneath me is all black.
The line is bright and shining,
And there is no looking back.

One foot in front of the other
Is just the way to win.
Any variation,
And you might risk falling in.

"Set your eyes on the other side."
"We'll keep the door from locking."
Well, that's just fine and dandy,
If you want to keep on walking.

Heavy rain is falling down,
Making my foot slip.
I put extra care in every step,
But it makes for a longer trip.

Now the winds will start to blow.
The worst winds of its kind.
Threatening to push me off,
Forming doubts inside my mind.

Now the whispers, rising up
From the chasm, they crawl out.
Telling me terrible, saddening things
That reinforce my doubt.

The wind, the rain, and the whispers.
They chill me to the bone.
I take one last look at the dimming horizon,
And I leap into the darkness below.
Noah A Baker Apr 2016
(you will say something today!)
yeah, that isn’t stupid
or maybe she thinks it’s cute
when i fumble over my lines
(you’re losing time just say something!)
hey, how are y-
(too generic)
the weather’s nic-
(it’s raining, stupid!)
I-
(you’re fumbling)
but,
she laughed?
(giggled)
butterflies pt 1 and 1.5 were written in 2013. This is a series where I kind of sporadically write down what I envision having butterflies when talking to someone you want to impress is like. I try not to edit it as much as possible, because when you have butterflies, you don't really think. You kinda just start talking, and try to finish nicely. Enjoy
Trevon Haywood Mar 2016
In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think at all
Of the great red and bursting ball
Of the kingly sun's terror and tempest, blazing,
Once the slanting rain threw over all
The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.

Delmore Schwartz. 3/22/2016.
What do you know about the rain?
Leal Knowone Feb 2016
Stained glass shattered shards
raining down in my sight
landing on the copses of lies
watching light with dead eyes
the coldest nights hold my stolen breath
which grows into longest death
thoughts slip by on wings of yesterday
in the silence there is so much to say
hesitant waves flow through the light
resting on the longest night
Justin Koellner Jan 2016
In the rain, to home I am walking,

I pull my cloak above my head.

The shrouded disguise protecting me,

From more than just strawberry rain.

The blanket of night, trusting

Me to stay hidden in you,

I abstain in the folds of your darkness.
b for short Dec 2015
She dreams in
wild green vines
that coddle and comfort
until they choke.
Her beautiful intent
grows so wickedly and ends
brown, withered, and withdrawn—
rotted roots that no longer
hold promise.
Not even a silent one
for the sun that once
kept her alive.
© Bitsy Sanders, December 2015
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