#rainyday
we are flowers,
we start of as seeds and grow to sprouts
then flowers that smile and grow
without a doubt, let our colors show!
but eventually flowers wither
petals start to fall.. still beautiful but not as strong.
eventually go away without saying hey goodbye its time to say my time is done I say.
so if you see life and its kinda bad.
just know your doing the best you can.
we are flowers meant to grow never truly forever meant to stay.
at least that's what they say.
so if you feel down right now, comment a "!!"and I'll give you a joke to make you smile, everyone deserves that chance.. even if its a glace.. everyone deserves
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
My coffee sings a morning lie
I greet the room and get no reply
Still, I talk to myself—at least I try
The walls never say hello or goodbye
Maybe the silence is just being shy...
but we usually see eye to eye
Now it’s time for ham and egg pie
The bookshelf waits. Dust comes to stay.
Unread for weeks. This is the way.
My pile of clothes begins to sway—
A soft rebellion, mild decay.
Necklaces lounge in proud display,
Bright lollipop earrings steal the day,
I dress like I’ve outrun dismay.
Otonoke in my ears, pocketed hands
I don’t need a reason. I don’t need a plan
The clouds clap with a flash and a BANG
I walk like I'm lit by streetlamp spite—
just me and the echo of maybe-I-might
One step, two step, three step, four
I giggle in the face of thunderstorms
Rain, rain, please don't abate
Let me linger in this state
Wet socks squish, but they carry their weight
Wish I had nowhere to be, that'd be great
The clouds and I are late for our date
My umbrella dozes – dry, ignored
Drip-dry dreams on the hallway floor
I hang up my coat and set my plea:
Oh woe is not me
I refuse to droop, to wither, to mope
Not all the time, at least, I hope
Let joy arrive on tiptoe
A spark that only I bestow
A tiny smile for what I miss the most
Because what is the opposite of woe?
If not a blink that dares to glow
Wrapped in fleece, the evening mine
Slow sips of golden honey wine
Just me, and this quiet offering
Where everything small becomes everything
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
Rain patters on the skin,
Saint of many good deeds
Wind makes it soft,
So it fly
Leaving its shell of emotions on the petrichor
Oh my my,
It's love at first sight
The rain is just an excuse,
likewise
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
A cool breeze in the early morning
Pastel blue sky, with light rain humming
Songs of birds and insects rise
Nature greets with whispered sighs.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
The huzzling sound of rain,
reminded me of your promises.
The roaring of the clouds,
echoed your passionate love.
The splash of water at my feet,
carried the memory of your presence.
But then the rain stopped!!
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
My sister has curly hair
From day one
She has cut and burned it at every chance
Her hair is dark and thick
Like our fathers
I wish I had his hair instead
I wish the follicles on my head
Wernt thin and brittle
And quick to fall
Would that make me a man?
My sister has a flat chest,
My ******* have been called the best
My family and friends alike
She calls her own chest, childlike
If we traded, and my breath was unstressed
If they fell from my body
Would that make me a man?
What an unjust God
Who would give us bodies
That did not fit our souls
What cruel diety
Would leave us feeling
So cramped
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
Pitter patter raindrops gently sprinkle my windows,
Thunder rumbles again.
Sky’s are dark, darker, glooming happily,
The day meanders, hiding and seeking,
and the sky starts pouring its heart out .
Pale silver threads, navigating their way down against a backdrop of green-black trees.
It is June.
And my day of revival, birth and reckoning.
Only a day away from the solstice.
Here in leafy, caressing, sleepy Goa,
the dusk will soon begin its slow, steady, inevitable drawing in.
In my secluded, fragrant, verdant labyrinth,
I sip coffee,
I notice the lone squirrel scurrying away to find shelter,
and listen to birds chirping, bees buzzing, the gurgle of water,
and to an insistent song in my head that just doesn’t stop playing but too spellbound to put pen to paper right now.
And now, as I go for a drive on this quiet, directionless, mellow afternoon,
I cannot remember the word I want to write,
I think I have no words.
The thunder is closer now.
It sounds like drumbeats , the rearranging of celestial furniture, like our transit to this beautiful abode we call home now.
Unexpectedly a bird is singing in the midst of it all unabashedly.
I think about the past.
Not in any structured way. Just people who have come and gone, who linger, who stay and who have left their indelible fragrance around me.
For a few moments, my mind wanders down the past and I sigh at my own predictability.
The thunder is passing. Grumbling and groaning in the distant now.
Each leaf looks freshly washed, scrubbed sparkling clean and shades of green hold my gaze.
The paddy fields look abundant and satiated.
The single bird has become a small chorus, a full roaring celebration on.
I stare at my page. I have still written nothing.
But, sweetness,
I just experienced divinity,
I feel blessed and just absorb the present.
I am the road and the paddy field,
I am the bird, the squirrel and the bee,
I am the thunder, and the rain,
I am the song and the quiet,
In the abundance ,
I am me, what I want to be❤️
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
Now that I feel elated, I can be who I am.
Now that I have taken all the heat, I can rise up leaving back,
All the residue that I had collected.
Now that I am pure enough,
I can be whatever I want enough
I can coalesce and be a drop
And rain over acres of prop.
Such is life with cycles to learn,
Descent in rounds from heaven in this earth.
Are you perfect? So much not,
But you always need to make your plot.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
torrential down pour
life giving water for plants
sad at the window
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
After the rain, the heat breaks and dissipates,
and the air sits lightly on my skin.
There is space for us to breathe.
For some time, our nostrils wistfully recall the
pavement's sweltering heat as fat droplets
hurled themselves to destruction.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
“Hey there! Ain’t got no bad dog, do you?”
“Oh no. Just a chicken.”
His nonchalant shuffle forward
suddenly shifted to backpedaling swiftly on our sudden puddles without delay
His throat kind of froze
As he garbled “A ROOSTER?!?“ in great alarm.
“Yeah, but he’s out back, probably still hiding from the storm.”
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
Light rain falls into my day
darkened skies hang low
inside dry suffused dismay
and a small nagging unease
reminds me a clear sunny day
is a gift in the murky malaise
to make this persistent haunt
bearable
until again light reigns.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
Want to invest my time
But it seems like a waste
People melt like cough drops
Gone, but I still got the taste
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
a certain chill across my skin,
it gives me goosebumps.
to look outside & see the skys all dark & gray.
to all the better days ahead of me,
with sadness as my remedy
it pays a homage to the storms
that passed my way.
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
i'm waiting for you
the hole rainy day
it's been a while
since it started to
catch feelings for you
you take my demons away
i call you church
because when you are near
all my demons flee
there are no devils here
you take care of me
in a way no one ever did
and i'm about to love you more
than myself
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
our relationship is like
you force the sun to stay on such a gloomy, rainy day
because you need her to warm your soul up
no, she couldn't shine as bright as usual
but you asked the sun to leave at night
because there is a moon
there is a constellation of stars
there are citylights
they brighten up your dark soul
and suddenly you like cold weather
and suddenly you miss a warm morning
and suddenly you don't wanna be interupted by her light
and suddenly you miss her flame
— and
all
of
the
sudden
become
a
bad
habit
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Dark sky, cold days
Beautiful thoughts I say
Feeling better in silence
Writing poems
Keeps me happy
And helps me escape
This **** reality
Everyday feels so endless
Secrets kepts
Distance hurts
Spring passed
Mind doubts
Cried in a corner for hours
Regret everything that has began
Our love fades
In a shadow grey
Suddenly, you fall asleep
Without knowing my condition
You didn't give me affection
You kissed a girl
I smiled bitterly
I hope the both of you were happy
Snap!
That is just an old sad memory
I spend a stupid time for love
Tears dried on my cheeks
Drowning in sadness
Questions left unanswered
Shattered thoughts
Played emotions
I hope I will be numb
To forgot all ghost memories of ours
Thousand of precious
moments were wasted
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
the fog emerges from the wood
like ****** spirits from their graves
reaching to join their brethren
aloft in the sky
blocking the sun
that beckons it ascend
the horizon is aglow
in the dappled sunlight
hazy with moisture
and heavy with the dead
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I clench my fist tight.
So dearly trying not to cave in and dial, but the device taunts me.
That Pandora's box full of the emotions, images, and echoes that drench me like rain.
It seems the pages have run out.
Every excuse, every apology, every sweet nothing drained like the battery on my phone due to the over use to distract me from you.
You, sitting there on your shelf.
With your legs dangling and hitting my face. Swelling my eyes and lips shut as you watch my greatest regrets play repeatedly in my mind.
Making me unrecognizable to those around me now.
This is who I've become.
A silent shell filled with the echoes of your laughs and smiles.
With only melancholy music to comfort me.
The world around me only now visible through rain soaked glasses.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
If your love is like rain
I will go outside
And catch every drop of it.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Rain drops round over a blade of grass, before falling and hitting this solid mass
The clouds deepen to a dark shade of grey
Oh how I've never liked this kind of day...
Heavier and heavier they seem to grow until a bolt of lighting Strikes down below
All at once the sky begins to pour as I run to the safety of your big red door
There you stand with arms open wide
I smile excitedly and prance inside
Come love and get out of the storm
I promise to keep you forever safe
and forever warm
Now I can with confidence say
That I do too enjoy a rainy day
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Discontent and boredom battle mightily
To see which owns my addled wit.
Rain streaks down the kitchen windows
Making worm-like shadows on the floor.
The need to move nips at my torpor
And reads my dictionary of excuses
As I stare at crumbs on the tablecloth
And wish I had another biscuit.
What’s gone wrong, I can’t make right.
I’m stuck here with no options
And I don’t care which way it goes;
I’m too busy being grumpy.
There’s a cricket hidden in the hallway
Nine days now and it just won’t die.
The muted chirping stops and starts,
Loud enough to be annoying
But not enough to be a mask and hide
The thunder of my disappointment
When clouds and rain refuse to leave
And I am left with only empty musings.
My hands aren’t pretty any more.
They used to pose so gracefully
But time has bruised and twisted them
And they no longer reach out to be seen.
That’s just another loss to ponder:
Take a number - stand in line.
Everything depresses me, and then...
There’s that ************* cricket!
ljm
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC