It rains.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She’s away from me now, winds fall.
Inside is hunger until her return.
A cold wasteland, gray trees leafless.
Crisp walking ground, autumn air tired moon.
And she wonders why it rains.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • LindaLinda Posts: 1,656
    she is always there..
    i'm not happy yet.....
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Linda wrote:
    she is always there..

    yeah you're right..
    and thanks for reading..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    im pretty sure i shouldnt even try this

    walking alone
    the snow is golden
    its dostn feel like i have toes
    its one big frozen foot

    as i look up
    i feel the first drizzle
    of rain my face
    what a journey
    before the sticks lined
    all waiting to say goodbye
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • #X.#X. Posts: 142
    "There are only three
    things to be done with a
    woman. You can love her,
    suffer for her, or turn her
    into literature. "

    -Lawrence Durrell-
    "The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
    -Paul Verlaine-

    "With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
    -Edgar Poe-
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    #X. wrote:
    "There are only three
    things to be done with a
    woman. You can love her,
    suffer for her, or turn her
    into literature. "

    -Lawrence Durrell-

    Hey that's cool #X.
    Thanks big sister.
    Women, yeah they rock.
    That makes it four things rather than three.
    haha.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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