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ohjamie Sep 2014
Cosmopolitan:

Up against the shower walls.
We were both naive.
Encounters with Temporaries:
A HAIKU SERIES
exciting ideas blaze through
a shower, a moment,
a life, with you
R Sep 2014
Periodically
You find yourself
Standing alone in the shower
With nothing on your mind,
but water cascading  
down the curve of your spine
Victoria Ruth Aug 2014
I used to sing in the shower
Dance like I was in the rain
Watch all of my worries
Be washed down the drain

I’d use all the hot water up
The mirror covered in steam
So the bathroom was foggy
Like on a cloud, in a dream

I’d wash my body with soap
That smelled just of a daisy
So I was clean and sweet
Then I’d shampoo like crazy

I used to sing in the shower
But that was when I had him
When he left I was drowning
And he knew I can’t swim

So now I sit in the shower
No dancing like in the rain
Because each time I cry
And I remember the *pain
"Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies, or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won't even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped."
Omar Kawash Aug 2014
I wonder what I am to do with my life.
Then, I see meteors.
RIJUL CHAUHAN Jul 2014
The day gets dark,
Thunderous monsters chants the arrival;
The gust forces you to hide.
Soon the nature starts crying with relief.
Cracked Earth celebrates giving a soothing fragrance,
The green angles starts dancing;
The peasants smiles at the heaven.
Nestlings starts wandering with their paper boats,
While the feathered friends rushes to their nest;
The droplets falling on the pond wakes up to dance on the surface.
Frogs wakes from eternal sleep,
Little mushrooms sprouts in the logs.
The heaven showers the blessing on the Earth.
Let the rain drain away your sorrows,
Stretch your arms and feel it right on your brow.
Blessed are we to glimpse this nature's euphoria!
Brielle Byrne Jul 2014
Streams run in rivulets
into the moist crevices
of her blemished skin
trickleling through the
curvasious channels
down her naked sides
while tiny droplets
of clarity continue to flow
through the valleys as she
sit quietly under the heavy
rain from silver springs
cleansing her past anxieties
drenching her in bliss
showers after a long day
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