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Rainy Sky Poem
Your crooked smile
A marionette with broken strings
So only one corner is pulled up
Save me from your eyes
Ruts in the road
Where all the good things pool that nobody sees
I’m drowning in the water
That’s only up to my ankles
I thought I was having fun on a rainy day
But I think I fell too hard
I can’t look away
From this strange mess I’m in
Ankle puddles on rainy days
I have wet socks but that’s ok
You make my cold feet…
Disappear
I don’t want to sing in the rain
No…
I want to scream
I want tears and rain to run into my mouth
A little salt brings out the sweetness
Rescue me because I’m drowning
Look at your reflection one last time
Until it breaks
And you’re gasping for air
Come into the deep
I’m waiting
Are you afraid of sharks?
Know that they will smell the blood on my hands
I’m not who you think
I hope that's okay
On a rainy day
Will you be my umbrella?
Will you be my broken marionette?
With your crooked smile
And eyes I have to look away from
I’m not shy…
I’m afraid of you
April 30th, 2018
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Rainy Sky Poem
We are made of adenine,
But my soul is made of kerosene,
And life is my amphetamine,
Death, where are you
My body is half H20,
But my soul burns in the adagio,
Of a forsaken maestro,
Death, where are you
Though, on the high of cigarettes,
My breathless lungs will bear regrets,
The echoes of my youth’s musette,
Death, where are you
If we’re talking chemically,
Then emotions were my ecstasy,
And death, it is my destiny,
Death, where are you
April 30th, 2018
Contest: Rhyme and Refrain
Sponsor: Broken Wings
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Rainy Sky Poem
Take me
Hold me
Love me
I am a leaf in your breeze
Paint me my colours
And I will fall from the sky
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Rainy Sky Poem
They complain about obesity,
And they complain about starvation,
They say that bigger’s always better!
So what's so bad about inflation?
Be who you are, you’re beautiful,
We want you to be seen!
Wait nevermind, we take that back,
You need some Maybelline!
Actually, we just don’t care,
It doesn’t matter how you look,
Because you hide behind the internet,
Your face is now facebook!
Every human has their rights,
Freedom of speech and thought,
But all prisons aren’t physical,
And well… your opinion can be bought.
To me, these so called morals,
Are really quite amusing,
But I want to understand it all…
So… I wish I was a human.
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Rainy Sky Poem
I put them down beside your grave,
A wreath of roses, scent they gave,
Alluring as the the water’s guile,
Obscuring as the sinner’s smile,
But nonetheless an earthly slave.
Blooming, now, and blushing rose,
False smile, wilt and decompose,
Waiting till’ you turn your back,
Colorblind to red and black,
Beautiful, to hide the lack,
Though that she saw and that she knows.
Wishing that she’d never seen,
Flower red as split between,
Alluring now, the shadowed gift,
Though grip the thorns and watch the rift,
Cry like a child when hope exists,
The gap bleeding to a steep ravine.
Watching, as the years went by,
Two strangers living the same lie,
Hating memories of a love long gone,
Both believing that they had moved on,
What causes love will not respond,
Their memories all in black and white.
Years went by, she didn’t know,
‘til walking in the softened snow,
Comes across the graves all lined here,
Listening, without her ears,
And at one she stops, and snow and tears,
A broken heart that slowly froze.
So she kneels beside the barren grave,
With wreath of roses, scent the gave,
Reminding her of lovely smile,
Snow in hair, laughing, while,
She sprinted love’s long, broken mile,
Shattered, bleeding, though unscathed.
April 29th, 2018
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Rainy Sky Poem
In the hazy mist of autumn's rest,
Cold drawing with the sun abreast,
Damp creeping like a shadow beast,
The night’s cruel and cold, yet fuming jest.
Footsteps, at the very least,
Now break the silence, fond release,
A shadowed figure, walking by,
A memory, not all complete.
You stop, and turn, not all sure why,
Waiting for divine reply?
The stranger, redolent of.. what?
Memory will not comply.
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Rainy Sky Poem
Take my mind and hold it,
It seems that someone sold it,
To a puppeteer of things,
Who has me dancing on his strings.
No price I wouldn’t pay,
So the master goes away,
Leaves the dolls to mind their tea,
And leaves my broken mind to me.
There is no inbox for complaints,
Only boxes of red paints,
That he takes onto his fingertips,
And draws a smile on my lips.
But when he takes us from his box,
And all the strings come up in knots,
He cuts all ties, so no more twirls,
For these complicated girls.
He likes only simple things,
With no scars to twist or catch his strings,
No sneaky fingers to pick the locks,
Of his tiny little puppet box.
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