Blue Eyes

The rain falling, making windows cry
i draw a heart in the fog, with one finger,
warm against the glass
i color it in, and peek through the hole,
i have made to the outside world
i close my eyes, soft lashes brushing my skin
--and the rain, is sliding down my cheek
-it dies on my lips
a burst of colorful memory explodes
leaving my mind a thousand shattered pieces
glimmering ice with jagged edge
shinning swords pierce my heart again
damp lips remincising -- the taste of salt
from another source of warm life
my eyes open -- deep pools of pain
filled to the edge, with dieing rain
once filled with light, this picture is bleak
deaths lullaby to sorrowful sleep -- less nights
heartless, lovefull plights
once happy -- sad missing memories
a nightmare could be born from the many
twisted -- throwing faith into a panic 
dont panic -- though i suffer weakness from it
--raiin falling from the sky
it just so happens, that this sky
is my sad blue eyes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Bordner Avatar
March 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM
Emotions with a real, palpable pulse Jay - there is so much genuineness, not only in the message, alot of originality in these warm and sad lines - I love it - ' The taste of salt from another source of warm life...' - thats talented expression - I can feel it, see it, understand it - J.A.B. %
Smith Avatar
October 23, 2009 at 2:13 PM
My heart is doing back-flips while my eyes are watering... Cesar is right. Your Love, .::James::.
Cantu Avatar
October 18, 2009 at 9:37 PM
That was sad...and yet somehow produced some sort of relief; I love rain, it makes me happy, produces a sensation of numb perception of standard reality @.@ jojojojo thanks a lot for the experience, I hope there's no more rain around the corner of your eyes =) wiii bye bye PS: I sent you the translated poem by soup mail =D
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