#watercycle
The water cycle
Of my soul
Goes something like this
Pain collects,
Joy evaporates
Hopelessness condensates
And sadness preciptitates
On and on and on
This is the water cycle
Of my soul
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
R~, a name so vibrant,
Teeming with endless vitality,
She was named to flow through the ripples of the stream.
Lacing within the folds of clear liquid,
Weaving through the movement,
Breathing in, out.
Unconstrained, forever free, traveling with currents.
Spilling, gushing out from the motion,
Rising above to disappear,
Breathing in, out.
Formulating in little crystal droplets,
Swirling into cotton candy in the sky.
Transforming into birds, fish, happy things.
Breathing in, out.
Shapes churning into sudden wisps of thick gray,
Consuming brightness, leaving darkness.
Deafening booms of anger, bursting streaks of blinding white.
Pouring from the sky, endless invisible beads,
Heavy, weighing the petals of flowers down,
Collecting in pools of reflection.
The soft pitter-patter, a lullaby to the ear,
Falling once again upon the stream,
Merging with the currents of energy,
then slowing to a calm,
Breathing in, out.
Oh so vibrant,
Teeming with endless vitality,
Flowing through the ripples of the stream.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
I was the water
And you were the sky,
we blended and sang
rebirth in a sigh
I was the water
and you were a boat,
When you were unsure
I would just let you float
I was the water and you were a jar
I cleaned you and kept you
and couldn’t go far
I was the water
and you couldn’t see
so i bathed your sweet eyes
and let you be free
I was the water
and you were in pain
the scratches and blood
were all that remained
So i cleaned off the blood
and the venom and hate
And you danced to a new fire
while I pondered my fate
I was the water
and you were the flame
and I boiled and I sparked till you said my name
then I was mist and fog in the air
And you remembered the off switch
but I was no longer there
I was the water
and you were the shore
Until I deserted you
when I could stand it no more
Now i am salt and pain and pieces of you mixed in
but you are arid and thirsty,
dehydrated again.
I was the water
and you were the horse
I came inside to quench your thirst
and there I remained till you died in the street
and i left you little carbonite to dust at my feet.
I was the water
and you were the sea
The moon and the stars
and eternity
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC