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rain, rain, don’t go away

i’ve written

a billion words

for the rain

one for each

raindrop that

falls down again

.

drenched in

poetry, chilled

to the bone

neutral weather

in rhythmic

diamond tones

.

hole in quaint

heart, and rest

for the weak

and solace and

comfort is all

my skin seeks

.

i’ve written

a billion words

for the rain

hoping that each

one makes it

fall down again.

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sticks and stones

oh, if only

those sharp

and acidic

words can

physically

hurt or inflict

then i would

have been

injured long

ago, and you

wouldn’t live

to see a minute.

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Illicit Infestations

“And about forgiveness, we’re both supposed to have exchanged…I’m sorry honey, but I’m passing up, now look this way!”

~*~

That dead song of the past is singing louder

The earphones that I lost don’t give a damn

Fractured feet and journeys on tepid water

But in the end, infestations devour humans

Blithe risks taken of two intertwining voices

Against apathy and arcade lights and noises

Unraveled guts on parasitic worry, nervous haste

I deigned for a replay, but we failed…what a waste.

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i wish to stay in daydream.

it’s always

the finer moments

of your life

that feel like

a daydream, hazy

and surreal as

it rushes past you

like a cloud,

all before the dark

tendrils of

reality unfold

to swoop you back

into a palpable

drudgery.

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Pluviophile

And if the skies be full of gloom
Let the rain then touch your feet
Let it soak and make you cool
Let the flowers have their feast…

~*~

Heroes sometimes

Come in trickles of

Soft soothing water

Celestial teardrops

On the windowpane

My calming mentor

Saving me from my

Demons, teaches of

Tranquility’s power

Taut nerves unravel

My heartbeat going

Softer, even slower

As a wind whistles

Its merry melodies

Synesthetic colour

And chilly puddles

Bloom rainbows in

Grey skies fervour

I taste the reveries

Petrichor comforts

And my eyes flutter

My soul transcends

I rest my tired bones

On this rainy weather.

~*~

Oh, oh, oh
Little raindrop
Listen to the rain…

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