And as the silver rain streams
And as the birds begin to allay I remember spring And all her glory Like the small puddles Mirroring the grey A world is nestled there Soft and blooming
I took our love to the bank, deposited it into a safe. The economy of our love is stagnant and blank, much like the look on your face.
The maintenance fees are high, they come with stress and quarrel; no goodbyes after a call. I am love's employee, both sore and sigh, I might go bald, and gladly; if our love might survive. I took our love to the bank, and left it there. My father was frank but no doubt sincere, when he warned me: "Do prepare for the rainy days."
on rainy days
i like to pretend that i am sinking into the water so i can drown in something other than my thoughts.
While the sun was idle
It rested beneath the inky cumulus As thunder clad the still morn A tiny ant with a bread crumb load Perhaps on its way home Stopped for a rest on the tip Of my marmalade coated toast Then off he went As wind tousled leaves made a clapping sound As if, the long wait is over I held up my coffee And breathed in, I smelled rain.
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.
A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window. The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the Stark, midnight concrete. Inlaid with the tears: Of college students, Business professionals, Homeless wanderers. The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water. A man driving We are always in a rush He hits the puddle who hits The little old lady Our destinations become blurred As the torrential downpour ensues. People, including me, COMPLAIN GRUMBLE No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street. But sometimes, maybe, the clouds in a storm bring Peace, maybe Clarity, maybe Presence. It may be. Sometimes there’s a rainbow Look for that.
I told someone
that I like sunny days that I like the sun and clouds above me That I like the summer breeze in the hot and humid weather and the cloudy skies above me I like sunny days Like the person I told about sunny days to Days that never end, never waver Never there There is always going to be rainy days As in the darkest clouds and hardest rain, the coldest wind in the chilling weather But the skies The skies remind me of summer Like the person I told about sunny days to And I've always told him that I liked the weather, hot or cold and the rain that never seem to waver above me
No more temporary highs,
to hide away the hurt. No more lies, No more “good-byes”. No more temporary fills, to fill the voids, or making homes of what we should avoid.
I love reading because it makes my mind pacify at list for an hour
It leaves darkness and goes to a more peaceful place where nothing is really affecting me I haven’t read for a long time now and that’s cause my mind can’t leave this dark state and it’s sofocating I don’t have the escape I used to and now what do I have to do to feel what reading made me feel