Thursday, February 5, 2009

Rain

The smell of the rain
brings back my memories
shut away in the darkness
far away from the reach
of insanity

The sound of the rain
loses me in its entity
and drowns away the world
leaving me to dwell
in sulleness

The song of the run-off
fills the heart
with empty dreams
and souless hearts
darent turn away

The whispers of the leaves
asks us to trust
their solemn words
though we cannot
and will never again

The feel of the water
washes away these tears
smoothes out the wrinkles
in my fabric
of karma

And there was that one pause
where the whole world was complete
My mind was at ease
Their smiles faded out
and our lives were the same

And the rain continued.

________


Cold it was.
The story to be told the truth.
A tale of eternal resonance
and the brilliance that lay within

Reflected, our darkest secrets
and the wrongs undone
onto those harmless selves
unto which we have no pity

Damp it was.
Our setting to be true.
In mind's eye it was desparate
and in reality it was false

Reached out to our fellow companions
who shrugged away our pains
Our mistakes impervious
to those who do not listen

Quiet it was.
A world soundlessly awaiting.
The key to opening the door
resting in their still palms

The password danced on their tongues
A world of another being
was lain to waste
Through simple tricks of words

Simple it was.
The dead corpse told them.
One that should have been buried
had risen from the dead

It told her that she would have to
one day she had to face it
But her eloquence did not allow
her guard to be broken

Sorrowful it is.
Forever running after unrequited things
Unsolved mysteries enclosed
Within her frail tears

The rain running down her face
She stopped.
And everything caught up with her in a second.
In that second, she screamed.

Fallen, the angel.
Fallen, the sinner.
Never to arise,
hidden forever in her shame
and hidden forever in her ignorance.

Captured by her memories
and the pitter-patter
of the neverending rain
Existing only
in her prison of a heart.

______


I felt poetic today
so

DEAL WITH IT.
-Juliet
Btw. I was brain dead while i was writing this.
So my writing kinda sucks.
XD
<3

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