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Bethany Apr 2
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.
Mei May 2020
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.
Kennedy Dec 2019
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.
TheKatIsDead Nov 2019
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
Rose K Dec 2018
No more temporary highs,
to hide away the hurt.
No more lies,
No more β€œgood-byes”.
No more temporary fills,
to fill the voids,
or making homes of
what we should avoid.
val Apr 2018
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
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