Stay here, in the rain

Tears without sadness 

Gloom without night

Why say 'not nice weather'

There is no beauty in rain

They say 

I see it, I say

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

If someone, anyone

Decides, says there is beauty

There is

Stay here, in the rain

Nowhere to go yet

Nothing to do

Don't leave

Experience all of it

First 

See the new life

Created because of

The rain

Young leaves, new flowers

Stay here, in the rain 

Halcyon aura

No rush like sunny days

Water appears from above

As if by a miracle 

Do you see the miracle?

Do you see the peace?

I do

Remain with me 

Stay here, in the rain 

Bittersweet

You, the crazy cat lady

Me, the girl with too many dreams

Bittersweet

memories

Holding your hand

Parading down the promenade

Heads held high

For the last time

Bittersweet

promises 

Taking your cats

Back to my house

Watching their pitiful mews

Lost, without you 

Bittersweet

treasures

The lolly stick you told me

Was a key to a faerie world

When I was but a wee lass.

I would follow you to my death

Bittersweet

freedoms

Your light blinded everything

You were always in the spotlight

I'm not your little shadow anymore

Not sure who I am 

Bittersweet

poetry

The words that tear at the heartstrings

And sharpen the pain in your soul

Cleanse you of your agony

Bend and shift the perspectives

of light 

(Sorry this is so long.)

i disappear into the song

i let its highs

and upbeats

overshadow my lows 

swallow me whole

dissolve my very being

like im nothing more than a mint

falling into a sea of songs

and falling apart like a crumbling leaf

devoured and writhing to a tormenting fire 

and just like that my warmth and energy goes

somewhere 

to a place where there is only a song

into a place where my lows are gone

and all there is is lively happy music

thrumming thrumming thrumming away

at a not-broken-anymore-heart

not here because

my lows are deeper than the grand canyon

and my heart is just as broken as ever 

and i am glad i am invisible

for if they saw me id be crying 

regret

i regret

everything 

i never should have said

anything

ever

it would have saved so much trouble

but now its said

and i hate it

but theres nothing i can do

im helpless

no one sees the me i want me to be

maybe becuase im not what i want to be

and so i give up

and i hate it 

but theres nothing i can do

cause im helpless 

and hopeless

in a world like this 

and i hate it 

Before the sun can rise

The moon must fly

to the top of the sky

Then fall to the earth.

Before the sun can shine,

The rain must fall in its own time

Then be carried away

To its next stop.

Before you can get better,

You must get worse however,

For without being worse then you are

You cannot get better.

Before accidents happen

You must imagine

What will happen

At that time.

Before you can smile

You must be a child

For you can not smile

Unless you were a kid. 

To see future

Could be great

But then again

Would it?

We would see our deaths

We would see the wars

That only exist in the future

And all the fails of the world.

I would rather see the past,

What has already been done

Because I would not see my friends

Die the way they will.

Instead I will see

The time that has past

The mistakes that we fixed

The wars that have past.

I will not dread my death

I will be happy that I did not die

In the past that has happened

Many years ago.

To be immortal would not be a dream

Just a Nightmare it would seem.

To live forever, watch everyone die

Would be a type of torture.

Instead I would take long life

And see the world.

I would be content

And eventually meet them all again.

Some say they wish to live forever,

but happens when this world ends?

Will you survive or die?

I do not wish to know,

So I took long life. 

I shall grow up

And meet my friends again.

You shall be trapped forever. 

I have been forced to admit that I have a crush :,D

if you were my muse

if you were my muse then i’d write volumes

about your laugh, and the way your face crinkles up every time you do it, only i can’t quite find the words

i would tell you why i always look at you from across the table maybe just a little bit strangely and why

i, the one who will always call the least amount of attention to herself in every situation, 

i stare from the other side of the room just to see if you’ll smile,

or laugh if i’m lucky.

if you were my muse then i’d write epics

about every moment we ever shared, even the one in which we just compared foot sizes

even the ones in which i embarrassed myself completely

because somehow i remember them all—and maybe that’s just because there

haven’t been many of them—maybe it’s just because i’m

always smiling.

if you were my muse then i’d call you achilles

which might seem strange because he was a man & he was petty & he died at the unworthy hand of paris

but achilles died for someone he loved (at least that’s how i

would like to think about it) and you were the first to tell me to read the book

in which he fell in love with patroclus

and they were reunited at the end of all ends, were they not?

if you were my muse i’d immortalize you in words

let you go down in the histories of the world, of poetry & art & all the lovers who were doomed to die

let them remember the girl who would laugh so quickly

and the girl who’d try so hard to let her. if you were my muse,

i might love you forever and i might even be brave enough tell you so

and maybe it wouldn’t be doom to die, if we died happy.