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Hunter Mar 2020
I’m always missing something, but I never care to look
I always have a fish, but I never set the hook
I lay awake at night in a deep unease
From my life I greatly displease
I’m puzzled if my life is heading for cold cloudy winter
The weather of the past is something that would hinder
I know my life is not some easy task
I was born never knowing what to ask
You could cumulate that I’m my own rain
When all I want is not to be in pain
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
you move like rain,
you move like the storm.
Sometimes soft,
sometimes heavy.
You end my droughts,
leaving a rainbow,
to clear my doubts,
in sun or in snow.
Stxlle Apr 2020
I fell into a whirlwind of emotions
You flooded my mind
Drowned me in thoughts
You made the storms seem like sunshine
and now,
I can't tell the difference
Emily Mitchell Mar 2020
Possible titles:
happenstance
storm colors
Concrete chameleon

Original:

I watched the sidewalk
Go from light to spotted grey
Sudden rain shower.

A different version:

Watching the sidewalk
grey spots growing together
Stone chameleon.
I like the idea of this one it's been rattling around in my head for a while and I've written it down in various forms can't quite settle on the finished version though maybe I should ask for some input ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really like the comparison of the changing colors to the chameleon but chameleons have no place on a rainy sidewalk so it's kind of a weird connection and it also reminds me of painting so yeah rain painted chameleon sidewalk mess hahaha...
Isabella Mar 2020
Thunderstorms rage outside my window.
Lightning blinks as it watches me cry.
It's strange to have the weather know
What I feel inside.
no
no, the weather is cold
the time is so old
and she wanted one word
life

the hero appeared
carrying a sword
wearing a strong shield
may give

it was penetrated
by the weakest
bad and lowest
must dive

help the older
smile to the younger
said every morning

help us our highness
God
go to your GOD AND OBEY HIM WELL
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
It's hard to live
But easy to die.
It's hard to love
But still we try.
It's hard to believe
That things can get better.
But life can change
As quick as the weather.
pearl Mar 2020
oh, the wind
           it knocks now on
         my sliding glass door
     the same door that causes me to lay awake at night
         the knocking, i don't like it
                                     no, not one bit

is it the wind?
           or is he back?                               has he found me?
                                          is he going to hurt me again?

          i                  the
                 fear        
                                        wind
please stop please stop please don't come in
don't hurt me again
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