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It was the raindrops, that were tapping on my window pane
that night you left
packed your bags, calling the yellow cab
and driving away into the Red Sun.
I prayed you'd come back, but never did you return.
Nothing but a simple picture with us together,
covered with my tears
and the raindrops that tap at my window pane
now all keep me company in my time of sorrow and darkness.
The raindrops, along with a peaceful Chopin masterpiece
sing to me and ask me why I'm crying.
The metaphors I sprung out with curious thoughts of us
are no more around, and I shead tears, every minute or so.
I close my eyes and see you.
A flash of light, a crack in the sky and a bomb exploding
in my ears wake me from paradise
and I get scared, for I lose your face.
But the raindrops tapping on my window pane sooth me
and cry with me.
For the raindrops want to come into my room
and hug me and talk, but if they do, they with ruin the carpet.
Raindrops on lone nights without you, can be the closest thing
to a friend.
The raindrops stopped tapping for a moment and I was sad.
"Where are you going rain?" I asked with a lump of sorrow in my windpipe.
"I have to go, for others like you need me." The rain said.
"Don't leave me alone in the darkness." I said.
"I'm sorry, but I shall return to see you another night."
Soon the raindrops stopped tapping away on my window pane.
I heard silence. I looked at the picture of my love, who left
and I created my own raindrops and sombered away in sorrow.
Soon the pain was gone till the rain returned and asked to see how I was doing.
The raindrops tapped away at my window pane.
I sat in my red, pattened chair and asked a question.
"Sweet raindrops, have you ever been in love?"
The raindrops did not answer, just tapped away at my window pane.
I soon fell in love with the rain, that came down from the dark and gloomy skies
and I felt loved for a moment, when the raindrops came back to love me once again.
And we sat there for an hour
Enjoying each other's presents.
The raindrops soon spoke, with the tap upon my window pane,
the rain said, "I love you."
I smiled and opened the window, and the rain came in
and ruined the carpet.
As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.
As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.
I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.
I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.
And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.
And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.
He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.
And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.
Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.
She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.
I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.
I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.
The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.
Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;
But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave
crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
Church on Sunday She spreads her legs on Monday My girl drives the
car No bills to pay No worries for me She spreads her legs My girl
drives the car Up and down this busy highway Nobody walking
Nobody talking She spreads her legs MY girl drives the car Full speed
ahead Fifth gear always Up and down this busy highway My girl drives
the car Her mother died before she could see No cries from this baby
She never looks back Full speed ahead Up and down this busy
highway She spreads her legs My girl drives the car The angels spread
their wings to cover her eyes No tears of joy No tears of sorrow From
this baby that never cries She never looks back Full speed shead Fifth
gear always Up and down this busy highway She spreads her legs
My girl drives the car The clouds are sobbing The wind is screaming
Tears pour from the sky The angels lift their wings Off unseeing eyes
This baby that never cries Full speed ahead Up and down this busy
highway She spreads her legs My girl drives the car The clouds have
parted The sun is beeming Rays of joy light up the sky A voice cries
from the heavens Time for you to open your eyes She never looks
back Full speed ahead Up and down this busy highway She spreads
her legs My girl drives the car The sun is down The sky black with the
night No moon, No stars, No guiding light From the heavens can be
heard A woman`s sighs For this baby that never cries She never
looks back Full speed ahead Fifth gear always Up and down this busy
highway Nobody walking Nobody talking She spreads her legs My girl
drives the car
I went for a walk
One evening in the suburbs.
I become lost easy in the beauty,
Of nature.
The air was cool and the wind blew soft and melow,
through the trees the wind made music.
The tree tops blew from left to right,
I stopped and fell in love with the trees.
The Trees looked down upon me,
they smiled down at me.
I looked up and saw the trees,
the large, green trees,
beautiful and full of life.
The birds living in the trees,
flying high over the tree tops,
I've seen beauty in nature,
but nothing matched the beauty of the trees.
The trees were my life.
I went to the park,
like the trees, the park was full of life,
and more trees stood there, high and proud.
The trees were beautiful and reminded me of peace.
I walked and took in the beauty.
I continued to walk down the avenues,
and on the sides were lines of tall barked, oak trees.
I had passed a tree, and had noticed a strage marking.
I heart shaped box, with initals of loved ones.
"Love you forever." was carved into the trunk of the beautiful tree.
I looked at those initials carved in the trunk,
and I shead a tear.
Envy and Wrath grew in my heart,
for I had no one to love.
But I thought to myself. Just then,
I found myself in love with the nature of the trees.
The trees were there,
The trees making sweet music with the swerling winds,
and I fell in love.
Soon after I found a tree, that had been cut down.
The emotions had boiled my blood and I fell to my knees,
and I cried, for my fallen love.
I looked at the cracked branches and the dying leaves,
I quickly wiped the tears away and took in a deep breath,
and I looked over to my right and left and saw the trees.
The trees all around me, sorrowful and crying with me
for the fallen tree.
The trees were always there for me.
Too Good to be true
I was told once that everything is too good to be true,
I never believed this,
Everything happens for a reason,
If the blackness in my soul is too good to be true,
Then why does it hurt me so,
It's supposed to be too good,
I don't understand why I'm used like a rag doll,
For other people's enjoyment,
Is it entertaining to play with my emotions?
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I've been in Love before,
I know how it feels,
Is Love always to good to be true,
I don't know what I'm feeling right now,
Every tear I shead over this situation,
Is just another raindrop into the puddle that is my life,
I realize new things everyday,
Is it too good to be true?
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What I know is that every tear lost,
Is never returned in the same state,
It's returned from regret or sorrow for wht I feel,
Never the same one,
Is it too good to be true that I'm in love again,
Or is it Love at all?
Maybe I'm just too stressed to realize,
That what I'm feeling isn't real,
Or Not caring if it's real just yet,
Just pondering whether my feelings are his feelings.
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I think this is all too good to be true,
My puddle of life is growing with all the tears I shed,
I will soon become an ocean of pain and torture,
The black cloud of smoke that hangs over me will get thicker,
More tears will shower down upon my life,
I will drown with the silence,
The silence that he gives,
What he doesn't tell me is what really makes it all too good to be true.
-Shane Bennett
Form:
One minute im standing on this road
Not knowing where to go
Im breaking the rules and running from
law
Ignoring my dad and dissin my ma
I tired so many times to make things right
To shead some light
On my personal fight
To find a reason to want to live
But every time i did
I never win
Till i woke up one day
With a choice to make
You make success
Or end up dead
So i chose success
Though i failed so many times
I still got up just to try
To find my peace
And pave my path
Even though i may not be that great at
math
I see a bigger equation
That i should follow
And if i dont find the answer
I will start again
Cuz i know i can
Be anything i say i am
With a few years down
Im better now
Im waking up
And its funny how
Im living a life
With a fiance, a kid, and car
I guess this how its suppose to be
Happy or not im doing me
And if you feel the need to criticize me
Just look at my life
How far I've come
And you'll never believe
This beautiful girl
Who was lost in the world
But brought herself back
With not more to say
As im on my way
Im saying goodbye to yesterday
SHE CAME INTO MY LIFE
BY A KNOCK AT MY DOOR
A STRANGER WHO’S INTEREST IN ME
MADE ME FEEL FEELING’S FOR ANOTHER
I HAD NEVER FELT BEFORE
SHE WAS THE FIRST TRUE LOVE
THAT I EVER NEW
I DID’NT KNOW HOW TO REACT
OR QUITE WHAT TO DO
SHE MADE ME FEEL SO SPECIAL
AND SO ALIVE
I WISH I COULD HAVE THOSE DAY’S BACK
I WOULD’NT HAVE LET THAT LOVE DIE
THERE WHERE SO MANY TIMES
I PRAY’ED AND CRIED
THAT YOU MY LOVE
WOULD GIVE ME ANOTHER TRY
THEN WHEN YOU DID
I DID’NT EVEN KNOW
BECAUSE I WAS KILL’ING THE PAIN WITH DRUGS
SO THAT IT WOULD’NT SHOW
YES I SCREWED IT ALL UP
WHEN I STARTED CHANGING
I SHOULD’VE JUST BEEN MYSELF
THE ONE YOU HAD FELT
WAS SENT FROM UP ABOVE
AND MAYBE TODAY
WE’DE STILL BE IN LOVE
BUT INEVITABLY TIME CONTINUED TO PASS
AND THE DISTANCE BETTWEN US
BECAME SO VAST
DAY’S TURNED TO MONTH’S
AND MONTH’S TO YEAR’S
THE MORE I REALIZED
THE MORE I SHEAD TEAR’S
ITS GOTEN TO A POINT NOW
THAT EVEN TODAY
I STILL REGRET
LETING YOU GET AWAY
YOU WERE THE LOVE OF MY YOUTH
YOU WERE SOMETHING BRAND NEW
THAT’S WHY WHEN I’M ROAMING THE STREET’S
I’M LOOKING FOR YOU.
Cry Me a River
(To) wash away the blood and sweat
I've sheaden for thee
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
so that I may rest for a while
Kuz I've been bluer then any known sea
And felt lower than the oceans is deep
Shead such blood life felt it owed me
And gotten so dark death thought he owned me
So cry me a river
To wash the dirt from my feet
from starting these roads
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
So you say I've failed thee
I didn't catch every tear
Say I didn't take risks
Say I lived life in Fear
But Truth fears not, when faced with dispair
So your young false words does fall on deaf ears.
You cry me a river
And clear my mind off the past
That still haunt my nights
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
I do it for you
And I'll do it again
I'll do it forever
Says the parents to child.
Cry Me a River
(To) wash away the blood and sweat
I've sheaden for thee
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
so that I may rest for a while
Kuz I've been bluer then any known sea
And felt lower than the oceans is deep
Shead such blood life felt it owed me
And gotten so dark death thought he owned me
So cry me a river
To wash the dirt from my feet
from starting these roads
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
So you say I've failed thee
I didn't catch every tear
Say I didn't take risks
Say I lived life in Fear
But Truth fears not, when faced with dispair
So your young false words does fall on deaf ears.
You cry me a river
And clear my mind off the past
That still haunt my nights
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
I do it for you
And I'll do it again
I'll do it forever
Says the parents to child.
Storms Inside
It's not easy to cry, to shead a single tear
To allow such vulnerability to appear
But once you start you cant seem to stop
You've just unlocked your emotional block.
A storm suddenly erupts,
Darkness interrupts your blue skies,
No more luminous light on the horizon,
Emotion explodes compromising.
Rainstorms of sobs can pour down,
Like fine rain that soaks and drowns,
Thoughts whirl through your mind,
Like the crashing winds whin,
Making it impossible to construe,
The eye of the storm,
That is now consuming you.
We have no control over mother nature,
Nor her storms she inflicts with such danger.
Emotional storms internal conflicts,
That we try to block with walls of bricks
Can also be uncontrollable without a fix,
All it takes is a single tear to prick.
Crying can help it can relieve stress,
Like a storm cloud once pressed,
Finally clearing the pained dark air,
Leaving a fresh clear atmosphere.