Rain

~~~~~

Rain, the building block of life;

Rain, reviving plants and animals alike;

Rain, the metaphor of dispair,

When it should be the hope,

that puts out the lethal fire. 

Rain, soft and gentle as it is

Criticized for the son(sun) it is not; 

Cool and refreshing,

like a innocent little girl

Trying to find her way in the world;

Rejected by all, 

But leaving a beautiful streak,

A gift, in her wake,

to those who hate her,

That is what she gives us

in return for our rejection, 

A gift, a rainbow, forgiveness,

Washing away malice and

turning over a new slate 

Is Rain. 

SUNSHINE-a sad poem

we waved goodnight 

as the sunshine

fell behind the trees

for we did not want it to leave

until we were tightly under our covers

we soon learned that we gave each other sunshine

we gave eachother the hope that there will be light

we soon did not want to leave each other

so we waved goodnight when the sun had fallen 

and was tucked tightly under it's covers

we left eachother everyday with a feeling of sunshine

we left eachother everyday knowing we would see each other again

that's why when you left me I crumbled

you alone gave me sunshine

and when you left you took it with you

I no longer believed in sunshine

for you were in the universe of death all alone

and I was in the universe of life all alone

we felt no sunshine-no hope-no happiness

until I joined you in the universe of death

we waved goodnight 

as the sun fell

for we no longer wanted to live without sunshine

for we had found our sunshine 

sorry it was so long, I hope you like it!! 

Rainbow-Studded Sky

Honey-filled cotton candy clouds, lined in

dispersing, far-flung rows,

acid music dissolved into this scene that's

tucked into the corner of the sky, indignant, never seen-

Sunset Forgotten 

Parakeet:

~~~~~

Longingly gazing

Through the bars

of your cage;

Protection, withholding

Your beautiful sky-blue wings

and catching you song

Before you sing;

Gingerly placed,

never again to fly

Free;

Yet all hope is not lost

As you need not fret 

over what was once yours,

the sun warm

and rain wet;

I don't mind the protection

for which my freedom has traded;

No predators, no harsh weather,

Yet, no spread wings or singing,

Though my wings are not clipped,

and my tongue un-split; 

For me, change is okay,

since everything else has;

Life is good,

so must I be.

some nights the sea

——

the great beyond lives in my bathroom

balanced on the tub’s porcelain edge.

suspended, on tip-toe, i press my hand

flat against the wall

and my palm cups an ancient globe.

it is easy to love this headless figure

a blurry mirror belladonna.

arm to thigh to graceful back, reflected in

a steam-smoked shard of glass

thoughtless, unbreathing.

the cracked shutters send light

slivering across nightshade hips

as the shower head spits and cries

its saliva scattering across hexagonal tile

my picture-show stays picture-sure:

there is no courage

in loving the fatale.

braver, though,

is adoring the prefix, is kissing the femme, is

loving the girl in the mirror,

when she steps down from the ledge

braver still, to smile and mean it, at her

head and shoulders and

heart

and all.