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Caroline K May 2013
I'm just as inconsistent as the weather men are for New England,
From a sunny day that suddenly turn to rain,
From a rainy week to snow and sleet,
You can only rely on how unreliable they will be
for telling the future forecast of this up coming week.
soul in torment Nov 2013
Today
love will eventually give way
to pain
and depression.
TD Rucker Aug 2012
How does a man express his dreams?
hopes and aspirations ripping at the seams.
Today we hope for tomorrow
for today is a time we borrow
the words I hear are violently violating
but they are just words
Words lack meaning so I've learned
and with time a promise is a lie
situations and circumstances dictate our lives
and control is as futile as scrating at hives
But we move forward in hopes of following through
and dreaming that tomorrow's forcast is bright and blue
Some of our moments send us into a depression
and we begin with the mental depredation
Raking ourselves over the coals
for being human and banking on our goals
Our goals move us forward and it's where I place my stock
but then I fail, and lie, and i hear a silent mock
from the sidelines of how I failed
but when I thought it, I saw how it sailed
high in the sky and success was a certainty
but failed I did, miserably.
Failure after failure I try to move on
only to stumble and wish today was gone.
Why can't life come with instructions?
Being born into this destruction.
It seems intuitive that someone would know
What this is for and where do we go.
I have a son almost here
and now it's for him I fear.
He is coming into a world of love and being poor
and odd combination and a spirit sore
I am losing my resolve
too many problems to solve
and the end is almost here
and the beginning of life is near
I must stand up and accept this fate
of poverty, and poverty I hate.
kategoldman Nov 2013
Pragmatic solutions to single minded topics
Winded trepidation too close to home
Storm forcast high shadows on winded plains
Fly high in white silk dripped moss

Stay below the cost line
Drip wet with anticipation

Home bodied depression text book models
Lovely
Matthew Rousseau Mar 2014
Achieve.

Progress.

Repeat.

Infinitely, this process must repeat.

You can't forcast your chances for success.

Maybe,

your break will come.

Maybe,

this just isn't for you.

But you can't give up,

you're a star.

Shuffle on, and play your cards well.

You might not get a second good hand.
Jesse RT Hacking Jun 2017
How am I meant to sleep hearing my own heart beat and unsure of what any of this means;
are these tears from whats in front of me, or am I broken from some distant memory?

My brain is so cluttered I can’t think
all I see is darkness
all I feel is agony
thoughts swimming in the roaring seas of my mind
pain
loss
suffering
where is joy and peace?
have those parts ceased, or merely been creased?
either way I can’t seem to flatten out the pages to see what lies between.

So I chose to lie with no sleep,
because lying is my means.
That's my drug of choice no sleep and a lethal dose of caffeine.
Maybe if I cloud my mind enough, I won’t disrupt the already torn seams.

I know to be broken is to begin to be made whole,
but I can’t go down that road.
No not alone.
I can’t take someone with me, they don’t deserve this toll.
Maybe I merely feel comfort in the pains of old.
The simple love of my difficult place.
The last line is inspired (almost an exact quote) by one of my favorite poems "Stain" by Naomi Shihab Nye
That Girl Dec 2014
This morning, it rains
immitating last night's emotional forcast

    how pathetic

This morning, the ground is wet
yet I can't shake this dry feeling I woke up to

isn't rain supposed to nourish life?

This morning my breakfast is a sugary Kelloggs cereal
but my mouth still tastes bitter from yesterday's words

This morning, I watch children's cartoons instead of the news
Because I'm done with grown ups, with their tragedy and bad weather

Reality destroys the good in the good morning show

This morning, I don't want to go out
Despite that, I sit on this almost empty bus that brings me out into the world

This morning, I wish that my umbrella sheilded me from the negative thoughts that rain down on my head,

and soak my scalp

I don't like isolation but I can't risk exposure
because when the photo is overexposed,
you lose the darkness as well as the photograph.
Which I don't think is a very fair trade...

But this morning, I come to realize peace in the rain,
a cleansing, calm, new beginning
I learn to listen to the pitter patter, which echos my heart beat
And though nothing feels fair, and I feel like I'm drowning
I know the rain will never consume me
So I'll dance in the showers,
and when the waters flood up all around me I will swim
  like I'm back in my favourite version of summer

Rain, rain, don't go away
*somebody needed you
A while ago
a little all over the place
I like rain
Star BG Sep 2017
Forecast cloudy with rain
I carried through me
for too long.
I was trapped
in the mine pattern
of second-guessing.

But then the sun shined
  rays of wisdom,
teaching me the power
of my own thoughts.

My consciousness shifted
sun in heart shined evermore
with wind carrying Birdsong.
And sweet dream melodies
playing strong.
Star BG Sep 2017
Strong breezes alert senses.
Waves galloping tall
penetrate noses with salty air.
Clouds puffy and grey
carrying rainswept mist begins.
The forecast calls
for a rainy night.
bulletcookie Jan 23
wind, sleet, waves of ice
urban snows white out sight, sound
winter's breaking breath

-cec
Mary Elizabeth Feb 2013
VII
Hating in defiance
Of the love that lingers there.
Smile sunny eyes
For the forcast is not fair,
And loath the day you met your rose,
For the thorns have gouged your skin.

Blood and roses
A new perfume
Bottled and ready for sale.

Sell the death in ads.
Pretty blond with protruding bones,
Tell me.
Tell me with your pearly whites.
Yes.
Tell me.
How I will be liked.
To smell of death.

All over you.

Let's save your tears
And drink to life.
Life ended and begun.
Time flies. but moves so slow
Playing catch up with the sun.

The moon so bright
Yes, let's take flight
To the stars and way beyond.
Let's leave this place
And go away
And venture out of sight.

Till time has passed
And blood is dried.
Old wounds will scar again.
The tears are gone.
Your mind is shut.
What feeling do I feel?

The feelings gone.
My throat is dry.
This practice overdone.
The air is numb.
The bed in pain.
Let's sleep and dream away.
We woke up in  1987   To felled. Trees  and hurricane winds ,
and a  weather forcast  that went down in the annals of infamy .

The spin a doctors. Went to war in the year two thousand and three  ,
as nature awoke from its coldest winter.
As storm clouds and war pigs gathered ,
a killing machines wheels started to turn.
War mungers at number 10 turned young family's  dreams of sunflower fields
Into sodden clumps of blood .
Man now a corpse of pleasure , Godless , unholy , rash ,
Filled with love of self , God haters , lovers of money , wealth and power .
Feasting under a new moon , gorging on raw meat , yet detestable to God ,
Yet flickers by the light of a fire .
Portals of blood flow from their open wounds
, iniquity  lies like a harlot beside them .
Pride is no more than a grizzly bear they have cought and chained to a log of wood .

A statue lies in a thousand pieces ,
Only for them to crawl back into the woodwork , finding nests  in Europe  and the new World .
They are like false teachers
Offering heaven for a song ,
The Christ plus charlatans  
Private jets , God will cure ,
prosperity and healing cures .
So when the wolf has fled ,
and your lying on your bed
And sickness draws takes a bow.
When atheists come a knocking ,
Keep your Bible open , never let it shut ,
Question every spoken word .
For at satans gate lions wait
To pick on the weak and the lame .
Dead meat to the hungry wolf , who smells blood in the heat of the night .
So run with the pack ,never looking back
Fix your eyes on Christ
On him alone .

God Bless X
Book of Jude
Based on 2 Timothy  ch 3,1-9. Olso thanks to paster keithsv talki based on  2 Timothy ch 3
Tøast Sep 2017
A disgusting group of goopy mess
A cluster of bandits in town to stay
A rain storm to cloud the sky,
The weathers never been nice, and the forcast looks bad.
Because the mind monsters are back
And they're here to stay.
A knock at my door of hope left a message meant for my heart...
A picture of the life I know with a forcast of a storm I seen slowly start....
"To whom it may concern the jurisdiction of your trials cannot be placed
Like the jury will deliberate a guilt contained in your face
Exhibit a thru z all have your marks and are known to the truth
A charge of negligence cannot be lessened because of ur youth
Prior records all will be weighed
But a bail plea is yours to be made
You can be placed at the scene of your crimes
The evidence is too strong to be wrong every time
May I suggest you settle this with a letter you should have sent from the start
So a restitution payment of pain dosent break your heart
I assume this notice will be enough to make it clear
That you will not be allowed near the ones you hold dear
So as a counsel to your cherised estate
Please don't tempt the supreme court of fate..."
Chalsey Wilder Jan 2015
People have storms that come and go
But I'm not everyone
My storm is it's own person
It promised to never leave me
And it's raining, thundering, blowing hard in my chest
Maybe even snowing too
We'll see it in the whether forcast tonight in my dreams
It always seems to hurt more at the worst time
My storm is getting worse. I'll never get through
Priya Patel Feb 2022
Yesterday was frozen waterfalls
and so many broken dreams,
tomorrow's forcast
is unexpected it seems
Perhaps a reminisce of time lost
and a tear or few I think
endless cups of brewed coffee
nerves and anticipation on the brink
I'll share with you my secret wish
of this meeting I needed for so long
for just a hug and to hold my hands
reunite memories that together belong
Simply human but special indeed
someone so very much always in need
Weaving dreams under waterfalls
then enduring pains from broken walls
So many things I have to say to you
So many times I wanted to call
Soon, now soon I can finally tell you
Two words however small
Two words I have lived with
have fought with, have cried with
Two words that sums it all
Words that have lived beneath my breath
these two words, my fallen stars
I'm sorry ...

~ Priya 🕉 2/3/22

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