the sky is crying so hard
these tears feel like bullets
and sound just the same .

i have to ask
who is she trying to **** ?

if its humanity
i admit,
i do not blame her .

raining
pouring
from a sprinkle
to a splash

raining
pouring
like tea
into my glass

raining
pouring
fall down
upon the grass

although
it is boring
rain sometimes
does not last

elated
a flying feeling
soaring
soft and light
cottony

life is long
but you are forever
raining hope
upon the weary

fly high, clouds
and we'll fly with you

I can feel the light touch of rain on my skin and the dripping of old raindrops into a flower ***
my mind is void of the unpleasantness a smile is permanent on my face
I feel my brain fog up with the fog that used to frighten me but I understand it now and the swaying of the trees the gray of the sky
the birds that fly above me
it’s beautiful breathtaking and saddening all at once.

I realize that this is how the world is to begin with
a mix of all these feelings and pain and joy
when all we want is just to be held
to be loved
to know that were important
but under this endless sky all we feel is small.

Funny how it is.

A bright light, morphing through the clouds

The soft touch of droplets, melting into shingles

The only time you're really able to look.

Wandering along the roads and banding together, they are everywhere at once!

a political movement--libertines, belligerent against the rule of continuous airs

The princely stream that does not love them

Raised into fists, falling to bombard a defenseless floor, the poor baby of collateral

In it there is hope for the cloud

the ground does not mind being wetted again

Halfway around the world the deserts are still empty and warm, where the sands of oceans taste wind

On islands the land is a pinprick between a cloudy sea, it is green and bleeding and drinks in the light

All the baby birds of earth look up into the raining sky, asking for?

And given no answers with godly warmth.


I dream to show you this world of mine-- the one all too unreal and divine

You are a moment of rain, rapidly becoming Ingrained within the concrete
Lost in the forever of this place

I am greedy and wanting to leave my mark, I invent hydrocarbons to build smarter oxygen drops

they one day become us

They always become us

I am an early storm, violent and unkempt-- I seek immediate retribution,
I ravage the lands

With no further to go, I will dissipate

Precipitate

And give the light space to show.