Kissing in the RainKissing In the Rain - 5/15/2007I check the forecastit's calling for rainI look outsideat the cloudy skyand simply drift awayAnd it falls slowly downAs it slowly kills the painAlone, just you and meYeah, we're kissing in the rainSlow dance beneath the lightsorange glows on the roadshimmering on the groundthe asphalt's the skyand we dance among the starsAnd it falls slowly downAs it slowly kills the painAlone, just you and meYeah, we're kissing in the rainLooking in your eyessuch deep browns and greenslost in your gazeas the space betweengets as small as it can beAnd it falls slowly downAs it slowly kills the painAlone, just you and meYeah, we're kissing in the rainI check the forecastit's calling for rainI look outsideat the cloudy skyand realize it was all a dream
Twilight ThoughtsTwilight ThoughtsThe sky is painted in pinks and purples. It fades from blue to lavender with clouds the color of peaches dotting across the heavens.Oh to be called there when my days are done, but alas, that day shall never come for I am a being of the earth. Shunned by both the Heavens and the Pits of Hell. I am to remain here on this floating piece of terra firma until it becomes no more. When then shall I go? Another planet? But which one? Or shall I remain separated and be cast adrift into the endless darkness that is space, that is my heart, that is my soul. Will I be able to breathe there? Or will I suffocate amid my own endless thoughts in the inky blackness. Will I burn if I meet the center of our solar system? Will I freeze if I meet the cold end of the same? Or will the great emptiness of space finally swallow me whole? What will it take to remove this tortured soul from this tormented vessel?What will it take to finish killing me?
MemoriesMemoriesAs I walk home, the wind blows against my face, familiar yet out of place. It reminds me of my grandmother's, sitting on the backyard steps or porch swing, or on the base of the front porch pillars. Or perhaps on a towel on the sand at the beach with nobody around.Alone.With just me, the ocean, and the sky.Nothing to disturb the calming crashes of the waves, mighty and powerful, as they lap against the shore, or the playful twitters of the sandpipers as they run through the surf, staying just out of reach of the crushing waves of the Pacific Ocean, a beautiful deep blue in the late afternoon sun. The air is warm, as is the sand, but not uncomfortably so. Lying down, back to the sun, feet to the water, toes in the warm sand, eyes closed.The breeze playing over your skin as it comes in from the sea as day turns to dusk, blowing wisps of hair across your face. It carries the scent of peace, of harmony. Of power and of strength. And yet brings to mind the gentle caress of a lo