#cloudy
and
My sister, Delores Marie, she & I
a we share domatia memories, we
disneyifieddementiasprecognosis us,
gaseous we both laugh at thunder words
as make ourselves agree with happy times,
I found a negative,
from Gallup Studio, on Beale,
The Rose Garden, and a wall to sit on,
once was a Florist, too, maybe, both, probably
----- yes, I remember and she adds mattering facts
she remembers the pose, in a dress our mother made,
and we both remember momma, but she sooner than me,
we both think she did her best to keep us happy as could be.
We may think we know, best believing boin' in d'bosums be
some holygnosishitscary as well, hello poet et al re al wisers
desires wished was tested, is it so, or do we just imagine better
and be better used as single points perceptible in jello time slow,
pinch a shimmering spider kit held perceivably tied to my porch,
since so long ago I cannot say for sure, but I love that strand of
mere baby spider flyaway silk shimmering in sunny days, remembered
Childhood memories go last, they keep one smiling, as recalled, what
was it we called, or you called,
or maybe it was just me, once
that Sunday Bright White Shirt beneath the pomegranate tree,
as ripe as it could be, ah, did that not happen every time?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
I watch the grass as it sways
In winds stronger than I’ve er’ seen.
Branches rip from the trees.
The clouds roil like the seas.
Lightning streaks cross’ the skies.
All of it in my mind.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
Sometimes when I look outside,
And see the Sun drowned by dark clouds,
I can’t help,
But feel my mood being dragged down.
Some days are shrouded in a,
Monochromatic shade of grey,
And at times, while it might not be ideal,
It’s okay.
The Sun will find its time to shine someday.
However,
When that melancholy grey takes over,
I can feel my heart take a dive,
Darker thoughts creep into my mind.
“Are you being proficient at life?
Or are you wasting your time?
Your accomplishments mean slim to none,
In the grand scheme.
It won’t help you run,
From the inevitably closing gap between,
You and responsibility.”
It comes fast,
It lasts,
It doesn’t just come to pass,
One lap.
It stays,
And it won’t ever go away.
Oh, what thoughts can be stirred from a monochromatic shade of grey.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Even through the overcast,
the Sun Shines Through,
to me, this is a depiction
that you will shine too.
Don't let the Cloudy Skies,
shade out your delight,
let the Sunrays break through and
let the Sun Shine Bright.
The Sun will break out, and
clear the Gray clouds away, and
Leaving you with blue skies, and
a sunshiny filled day.
So, on your Gloomy Days,
of dark clouds up on high,
just be assured that through it all,
The Sun breaks through dark skies
B.R.
Date: 4/1/2025
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
Clouds blanket the sky.
The wind toussles beneath them
and splashes my face.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
Within the depths of our minds, clouds may form,
Blocking the sun, causing a mental storm.
But remember, dear soul, after every storm,
A rainbow appears, bringing colors warm.
Through the darkness and the rain,
We find strength to ease the pain.
The clouds may linger, but they will pass,
Leaving behind a rainbow at last.
So hold on tight through the cloudy days,
For the rainbow shines in mysterious ways.
Mental health is a journey, not a race,
Embrace the storms, for they will be replaced..
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
A cloudy sky is a terrifying one.
See it’s subtle ripples
Through the brisk autumn wind.
See how close they come to suffocate,
As they trap the light within.
Ebb and flow,
They shrink and grow,
Patched, attached, detached,
Never-ending.
A cloudy sky is terrifying.
See the colours dull.
Everything washed over with a grey hue.
Don’t get me wrong,
I still find it beautiful.
Heads are lowered and humbled.
Travellers move faster with direction.
Chats are shortened.
Thinking “get out of the way of a rainy day.”
Like a cloudy sky is an affliction,
Strengthening the addiction to the sun.
A cloudy sky is a terrifying one.
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 6:34 PM UTC
this gloomy,
sunshine.
these cloudy,
rays.
the softness in,
these Fall days.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Breathtakingly beautiful
your ink it chills to my spine.
How lucky and fortunate
the one queen of hearts
who reigns yours presence
shares your meals, longest
sitting at your footstand lotus
watching the moon dissapear
AM and sun settings views PM
joy peace your bending blues
And will her presence suffice
to forget strenuous promises
to stars in eye glued
to your cloudy thunderous
lightening sky above
heir to all?
~~~~~~~
By;Karijinbba
at Mr. and Mrs. Andrews.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Long, weary day
Drained my energy away
What am I to say,
On a long, gloomy day?
Friends, they bring cheer
Friends are always near
To the heart, and before me
Giving as much support as need be
Even literally
Carry me away
On this cloudy
Cloudy day
Carry me away
Away like the wind
Up into the air
Down unto the grass
Time so short, it almost isn’t fair
Yet the moment comes only to pass
Thrill of the unknown
Rise into steady arms
Spin and see the day gone by
Away like yesterday
The cheer of friends,
The joy that they bring
Into my step a spring
Into their caring arms
Away, away, carry me away
On this cloudy, perfect day
Once looked upon with dismay
Now this is what I say;
“This has truly been fun,
Even without the shining sun
You all brighten up my day
In my mind this day shall forever stay.”
- Jay M
September 24th, 2021
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC
You were a drug to me, babe.
You weren't the medicinal kind either.
You weren't just a painkiller.
You weren't an antidepressant.
You weren't a Xanax.
You weren't ******
You weren't even the good kind of drug.
You weren't ****** or **** or ecstasy.
You were the kind of drug that
messed around with my heart and left my brain feeling clouded.
You were the kind of drug that left me confused and
feeling worse than before I took you.
But I did.
Again and
again.
I told myself I would
break this vicious cycle of unscrewing your cap and
hating myself for it afterwards.
That I wouldn't draw back the plunger and
force you into my veins anymore.
But I didn't.
Again and
again.
I told myself you
would be the death of me.
Every high you gave me left me feeling
lost in the clouds.
I might as well have been
six feet deep.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
grey misty haze
why pray for better days?
silver hues
lick moist air
in the beautiful world we share
puddles painted on the floor
revealing your unfocused stare
grey misty haze
tickling noses blue
should be enough
for you
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
My joints ache inside my body
Heart is pounding like a hammer in my chest
Veins are itching with emptiness
It is lonely without the company of chemicals to converse with my cloudy thoughts
Come home
Need you now more than ever
I am waiting for you to make me feel alright
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
Daydreaming at night is a paradox of a strange usualness
My antemeridian thoughts left me in a state of pure dire
Yet the patronage of the serene cloudy sky removed all desire
To surrender forever, instead I'll ascertain to progress
💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
Even on cloudy days, she is beautiful.
Full of life and color
Always moving forward,
Never letting anything get in her way.
She is more beautiful on the bad days.
When the sky is dark and looming,
She can still bring light and life.
She can make you feel safe.
With her songs in the trees, in the water, and in the wind that brushes against your cheeks
She is beautiful.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
She looked outside
where it was
gray and dreary
cloudy and
about to rain
what a fitting day
for a girl
who was lost
in her own storm
and couldn't find her way
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
converging clouds create
a celestial ceiling
a disappearing of the sun's rays
an ominous feeling of the revealing
of the truth:
the world's been packed
into an intergalactic burlap sack,
taken—
and we are not coming back
world-napped—
never to be awakened.
kiss us, but
the prince is not handsome,
we are alone, so
no one will pay our ransom.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
Her long neck filled with tiny torquiose feathers
In the light , they glare as aurora flares
The flock it herds in the wild
In her is the judge to keep them live
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
One of the beautiful creatures to witness
She upholds her survival in wilderness
Her flock she guards by her own breath
Feast their full on her watch in wild
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
In a perfect ambience to view
The image of her symbol reminds a proud guardian
Chest high , head tall , eyes wide
She holds the stare of lion in hunt
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
just trying to deal with some things
sitting here at 3am
hunched by the sink
lost in my thoughts
tossing, turning all night long
my head, my heart, it's all a mess
something's wrong...
my body is aching
my heart is drowning
my stomach is churning
head spinning
an emotional fever
spreading like wildfire
longhand, short
so indecisive
spelling abhorrent
i am a mess
i need the moon
but it has been cloudy
lately
not an ounce of moonlight
seeping through...
i miss the silver shine
i need a dose, soon
i can't breathe...
i should sleep.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
Oh, if I could I sleep forever on a daydream's cloudy cushion,
I'm cowering again from the thrilling thunder of life's perpetual percussion,
Oh, if I could rest of an evening by the warmth of your dear smile,
No need to feel the terror of time, time would go out for a while.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
sun-kissed white clouds blossom in the blue, free to fly with the wind. in the long horizon they take on silver hues, those deeper graphite tones that promises good rain. the cloudy day is my joy, for those passing white blossoms of the sky bring the transitory shade i love. upon the sidewalk i am as a happy butterfly beneath a tree canopy. passing from bright sun to mellow hues.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC