Rain and Tears

Rain and Tears

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I love the feeling whenever water runs in my pinkish cheeks turning it red. I love the taste of saltiness and bluntness whenever it touches my poisonous tongue. I love the stares of people, making me feel that I am worthless. ----- This is a collection of my poems and the poems made by my friends. It's practically random and you will eventually see most of what's happening in my life. Hope that you will get the fragments of me up until you finish it. *Rain symbolizes tears; and according to my own hypothesis, it's God's pain that touches your overall being* All rights reserved © 2016 by psalms_23
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Completed Rain paints anger and fear; dressing desire and the temptation to distinguish the faintest of lights, the brightest of suns, and the most innocent of insolence; Rain paints distress; an unwilling jeopardy that killed the most burning desires, flushed the greatest of loves and shut the somber love songs away, graceful chaos that authors hoax. Oh, but Rain paints hope; a yielding feeling in one's chest, a fleeting lullaby that once set innocence to sleep will now ponder to wake the light it once ousted, it burns the faith of hope alive, the hope that the rain too shall past, this too shall wither with the wind. Rain paints memories; each seed trickling, lingering on porcelain skins, a fleeting flash of images that cost a life. So I call the heavens, the ones that sent the pouring grace of rain among mortals; I question, is this the faintest pain we are to suffer from, or is this the greatest glory you have blessed the masses? If it was a blessing, set this mind at peace, aid this soul to rest... just as the memories we made flatter rotten, of the ones forgotten.

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