Sunlight Falls Like Rain
- Reads 165
- Votes 3
- Parts 32
The older I get, the more I try to forget.
The more my hands get dirty, because the world is not pretty.
The more the clouds sew tighter their hems, the more I take to pens.
I close my eyes and shutter and my heart begins to flutter.
But just when all I see is pain, the clouds open and sunlight falls like rain.
All Rights Reserved
#695
itsokay
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Penny for a Poem
I just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme knowComplete
My Poems
Inspiration sources at random times From dawn to dusk My mind whirls with thoughts Ideas embedded onto paper and screens Memories captured within words As time progresses So does my talent Words form into poesies Poesies form into poetry And poetry fuels my flickering light These are My Poems If you want more poetry, I started another book called "My Words". Don't forget to vote! Thank you :) -SteveHenryHaroldComplete
Yours Truly, Mooncalf
This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022Complete
Just Kill Me Now...
You know that feeling when you feel like you want to kill yourself? Not out of sadness, but out of hatred? That's the feeling that I've felt my entire life. Everyday, when you look at the clock and you just see the seconds hand slowly move around the clock. When it'd just stop raining and you see the raindrops fall slowly off the wall. Sometimes when you're just sitting in class and you blur the whole world out and think. The life of every high schooler. Sometimes the world is just so terrible and annoying, you have no other idea than just to commit suicide.Complete
Weight of Words
Poetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.Complete
An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |
Just a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my emotions anymore for them <3Complete
Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Complete
existential crisis: wellness and health
-> for the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: -> for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: -> for the ones who are self serving, self loving, and are seeking pleasure all the same... "I hope you find the comfort you are looking for"
Pieces of Moonbeams
Pieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am relieved that my pieces now have a home. (They aren't in order and published randomly, though.) It's my dream to atleast publish a book before I turn 18. If you like it, please smash that little star. Thank you.Complete
Ceasefire Of The Blues
Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!Complete
I just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
More detailsContent Guidelines