I run through the dark,
How deceitful is rain?
like on a hot summers evening
when the drizzle looks ice cold
but upon walking outside
you find it hotter than the air.
Or when the droplets look like satin
falling gently to the earth
but when they touch your skin
it feels like you'll be left with bruises.
My favorite is when a storm rocks you to sleep
then jolts you awake with a crash of thunder!
Rain tempts my deceitfulness as well
because even though a nighttime storm is my favorite lullaby,
I pretened it scares me to death so that I can cuddle up in your arms
and curl against your warm body, that protects me from my "fears."
Maybe that's all the rain really wants,
to be cuddled up and protected…
but then again, how can you trust rain?
paper plates fill the trashcan
and an orangie glow lights up the fire pit
in the distance i hear the faint sounds
of neighbors saying their goodbyes
and car doors slamming.
one last dried up hamburger sits upon the grill
and as i wash the mustard stained spot from the table
i notice the note you left underneath the candle
my heart skips a beat as i freeze and wonder
should i just throw it in the trash?
after the coals grow cold and a cup of coffee
i reach for the blue paper that is
carefully inscripted with a heart next to my name
reminding me of another note you left me years ago
about your plans to leave for Japan
my heart racing i held it for a moment in utter panic
but pleasantly surprised to read the words
nothing wordy or sappy,
just an i love you,
which made me very happy!
11:28 PM 7/3/2013 ©
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mystical magical words
of love,
bring me the child in all.
mystical magical child within,
remind me,
unblind me
to my essence
again.
mystical magical
moonlit night,
let blankets of
moonbeams
restore my sight.
mystics in poetry,
angels of rhyme,
shower me,
empower me,
twirl love
to infinity,
your gentleness is
grace so sublime!
Inspired by Allets
©
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/961824]
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Just be awesome,
It's so easy,
Fall into the bliss,
Of breeeeeezzzy!!
I love the wind I love the wind!
And tonight I have the wind and the moon,
I'm going to light a fire,
And swooooon,
Come on night, you can't come to me too soon!
4:51 PM 6/23/2013
I'll pretend just for tonight
That instead of my bed, I lay on the
Fresh, green grass
That instead of the ceiling,
I can see the most beautiful white dots
Adorning the sky
I can see each one of the stunning
Diamonds sparkling around the lonesome moon.
The solitary moon the serves to
People who want to love.
I extend my hands and I can touch
Every star with just my thumb
I can pretend all night
I can be happy with my sky
I can talk to my moon
Because she understands uniqueness
I can relate to my stars
Because they are the most beautiful creations
From God
The wind blew furiously that night
As though it knew what was coming
As though it were trying to escape.
They were all casted out
From their heavenly home
The angels began to descend
Flying down simultaneously
And their enormous feathery wings
Embodied in merciless flames
Burned off of them.
All over the world
Every single one of them collapsed
Now defeated and torn
They have taken over the planet
Unwillingly
They've become powerless humans
And they must learn to survive
Amongst everyone else
With the diseases, pain
And disaster
Until the day they fix it all
Or die trying
Nights spent standing over you.
I caressed your cheek after every tremble.
Though your eyes were closed,
I can tell you were frightened.
You stare your restless eyes upon me when I'm here.
When I am away, you sleep like a baby.
I come home in the midst of the night,
To find you clutching the sheets
And squinting your eyes.
Wrestling the adversity in your sleep.
You suffer, my love.
I pressed the knife into your heart.
Your suffers shall subside.
On a stony cold night,
The sun long since set,
Pitch-black skies calcify.
All natural light surrendered,
To a cloak of enigmatic cloud,
Guarding the silver white moon.
Hark, a startling hoot is heard,
Above, the beat of a feathered wing.
As the night hunters prowl,
Shrouded by the opaque night,
An unforeseen breeze bows in,
Forcing the clouds to advance,
Sanctioning the moon’s splendour.
Obscurities shrouded in mystery,
Silhouetted branches arise.
Like skeletal elongated limbs,
Reaching to claw at the sky.
Now the night hunters hasten to hide,
Depths of the shadows a safe lair,
While the moon beams are pure.