Posts Tagged ‘rain’

goodnight, drip, drip

sleep tight

blurry rhythm all grey sound

silver highlights smooth as gold

silhouettes of halted life

scattered drops soft splashing words

the rain, tap, tap

sweet dreams

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Cold rain tapping the dry earth
Rain drops splashing up
Small pools disperse and sink
Sun rays touch the sand
All is glistening
And a part of you ascends
Beneath the sand no space no more
You meet the water level
Drops becoming liquid ice
Locked up in your rocky cage
Still obeying physic`s law
Your lofty head up in the air

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lost in streets with stores

those cold raindrops rattling down

on top of a broken umbrella

blend myself in cosy chattering

feeling sick and nearly fainting

by those terrifying words

clutching at my heart, uneasy

gulping down harsh reality

and still holding on to

my last evening in childhood

sailing on the wind


living up in heaven


while dragged between their lifes

the screams fight their way out

your hand on my cheek is fine

but don’t want your hand any nearer

let alone the gentlemen

idle, empty hollowness

blank memory?

fake fear?

hugging my stuffed bunny Bun

’cause there still isn’t someone to blame

ending up with fancy pumps

I like to wear, but afraid to show

me and my remote dreams

waking up with twittering

the world still is, hello sunlight

will you melt my hurting heart

and help me stay alive?

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the seducing scent

little patches of semi-love

scratches become scars

memories that never fade

the moon cries

soothing raindrops made of light

the eyes meet again

and bring her down

the angels linger

call out for the crimson lips

small destination

weakened excuse

the moaning cuts

mixed up fake and truth

shameless disguise

rarely ever heard

the solitary words

losing sight on her faith

the breathing gagged

the cunning revealed

the infinity whispers

liscencious slave

leave the innocence

the coreless divine

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Rain. Down on me. Hail. Cold drops. Cutting through weakened resistance. It hurts. Inside. In my head, behind my eyes, in my stomach. I wish. A lot of things. If I just did not do that. I am angry with myself. Bad situation. Hell of a situation, as there’s no one to blame, no one to shout at, no one who will understand. I only get wrong advice: ‘You shouldn’t do that.’, ‘You should do this.’ and ‘You’re just being stupid.’ As if I did not know yet.

Outside the rain has stopped. Inside there is a hurricane, a blizzard, with sharp edges  releasing more pain arbitrarily. No one could help. And I don’t want help. I just want it to be fixed. Next Thursday is so far away, like a century from now. And all will start next week. Me getting one of the flu’s is not helping. It only gets worse. And worse.

The worst changes with time. By now, there are at least five things that make me faint. Seemingly normal things I can’t stand somehow. Just added another cause. Hate it. I don’t want to faint while seeing, feeling, imagining certain things. It’s stupid, weaked, crushed truth.

Rain will wash it all away. Rain is like time, but with time the fear grows. In my imagination. It has something to do with touching, I know it for sure. Hands and cheeks are fine, the rest is no-go-area. Shaking my head: future is unclear. Can you feel scared by thinking of the future? Because some things that cause me fainting will pass by someday, unavoidable.

And asking for peace is far from curing it.

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