Rain's Stories

love is everything/where

2007-05-20T21:41:33Z

there is
passion to be found
in other things,
in writing
or drawing,
or discovering,
love doesn’t come from a counterpart,.
many different loves can be in your heart,
i misspoke when i said a life without love
is a life that is fine
however,
some love
will hold it together.

romeo and juliet

2007-05-20T18:10:53Z

Romeo and Juliet,
are idiots,
life without love,
is still worth living.

he is nothing

2007-05-20T18:08:20Z

It was dark
winter,
but warmth outside
like sumeer,
a misdirected
season.
I thought of him,
and nothing,
but nothing mattered much more.
What was he?
compared to the world?
Nothing
is nothing,

everything in a puzzle
can be fit
even if it’s
out of place
jammed roughly where another piece should go.
train of thought,
in the moondark night,
shining,
travelling,
through cities and landscapes
rhythmic
clacking,
destinationunknown,
but we’re damn well
going to enjoy
life.

blanket of stars

2007-05-20T18:04:14Z

one night,
alone outside,
the unnatural,
warm air
holding up the dark sky.
stars glistening
like tears
or dew upon the grass.
longing to pull the crutain of sky down,
and wrap it around my shoulders,
wings,
to take me places,
see people,
hear the music of life,
the pavement was dry,
cool,
rough,
my firm hold on
reality,
do we dream it?
quiet trees
solemnly turning
arms up,
welcoming
the sliver of
moon.

built

2007-05-20T17:55:58Z

in this time,
am I so made,
built again, from the trembling marrows of my bones,
to quivering fingertips,
grasping for the moment,
as it flits away,
there is no need to speak,
in this opressing silence,
and as I am built,
so today is written in every cell,
every heart beat,
preserving this,
in every…..