The night was cold and rainy.

I have noticed you, standing
far away from me in a shower rain.

Being guarded by a leaking umbrella,
It was hiding your face from me,
Your soaking wet hair was flowing down your back.

I was wondering when you would look at me.

As I walk towards you,
You walk further away from me,
As if I was standing still.

It seems I will never reach you.

I hate cold, rainy nights and leaking umbrellas...

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes on particularly rainy days
I’ll find myself face down on a paper.
I’ll finger paint it will tear soaked pads
And I’ll brush a mosaic on my pillowcase
Letting
It
   Sink
           In
I’ll mail the blank page to your doorstep
And sleep comfortably in a sea of hasty brush strokes

Maybe this won’t change your life
But our secret will be kept safe.

She walks in the rain, annoyed
As the hair she combed so perfectly
Dances freely with the wind,
A tangled mess; wild and unruly

She zips her jacket till her chin
As she continues on her path
It's another feeble attempt to
Shield herself from the clouds wrath

She walks, sidestepping puddles
Her brand new boots caked with muck
She reaches the bus stop, cursing
The dreary weather in which she's stuck

She waits for the bus, impatient
As raindrops fall upon her face
Oh, how she hates the icy breeze
That knocks her hood out of its place!

She waits; half drenched, half frozen
As thunder roars from the skies
As though haughtily boasting about
All the umbrellas that it's destroyed

Finally, the bus arrives;
Her saviour, her salvation!!!
Now she braces herself for
The long long ride to her destination.

You said you'd wait.

It was a lie.

Underneath a somber grey and pallor sky

I hold my still beating heart in my hands

and yet I  still capitulate to your quaint demands

With a smile  on my face

I'm still Bereaved

with a smile on my face

I still believe  

With a smile on my face

I  still taste  bittersweet and metallic malevolence  

Some still claim hate is folly

but the only thing I  regret is love or was it lack thereof?

I still dream

and In between memories and make believe happy- endings  

I wake up drenched  in  feverish and sickly-sweet sweat.

I've been betrayed

go ahead and stick your blade in my back and twist

twist until i cease to exist

Twist until the earth runs red

with blood and regret

with tears and sweat

and i can still feel your breath upon my neck

and your words still caress my fragile disposition

but i still wake up alone

and I still wake up betrayed.  


********

I went to our place.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It smelled of peaches;
the thing you thought of,
when you thought of first kisses.

I went to our place.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It's funny how fast
that peach can mold.

On this rainy sunday night,
I am thinking about you,
My tears fall,
Down my cheeks.

It's a rainy sunday night,
And I am trapped here in my room,
Looking at the dark crying sky,
I am missing you ♥

Words are escaping me like sand through my fingers
Words in my head won't stay or linger
My head is full of stormy clouds
Rain falling like a curtain

No one seems to need me today
I can't even find the words to pray
My mind darts to every little thing
And something sad fills my whole being

I don't know how to get it to leave
... I don't know how to get it to leave.
When they told me I had a precious fire within my soul
They didn't tell me that it would burn me

I swear
Sometimes
I am
Just drawing
Or wasting
Away
And I breathe
In and a cool
Quiet air enters
My lungs
It smells like
You and tastes
The way summer
Nights feel
After rain
I am breathing
You in daily
With tea in the morning
And heartache
In the afternoon
Incense like
Lighting my senses
To the smell of
The love you gave
In darkness

When we are
Fumbling
Through the
Clumsy first
Kiss where
Our lips meet
(And my heart
Is swimming
In fire-
Mentioning it)
The act
Of solemn
Silent
Serenity
That zips
And zooms
And soars up
To space
It doesn't end
And we are
Dancing
Back and forth
Giving and taking
And giving again
Lovely limbo
Of the stars

In your car
Summer breeze
Kisses your
Cheek and
So do I.
I am not thinking
Only being
Feeling
Laughing
Playing
Loving
Living
And all of the
Other -ing's
At once
Because I can
Be everything
I am when you
Are with me-
All at once or
Sleeping in silence
Your heart beat
Keeping time
With the stereo
Post-rain dreams
Moonlit night.