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I write some poetry at times when I get all emo.


Singing in the rain

tear drops fall into the dark
stop motioned by broken dreams
hovering pools of salty ambitions
cast shadows of insecurities
along the path of here and fro
walking in ignorance sooths the soul
calms the nerves and cools the heart
that flames in anticipation
of approaching showers of hope
so I walk with inverted umbrellas
to catch liquid rejuvenation
once subconscious doubts resume reality
my past will pour down
and weigh on my soul
till I strip away the mistakes
and reveal the raw intentions
that once ruled my life
I've dealt with the pain
and now I enjoy
when I walk in the rain



The truth

darkness holds me with a lovers embrace
at first to make me feel safe
and then to erase
to construct the air in my soul
to destroy me as a whole
it's my best friend
been with me from the start
and will show me the end



I shiver in the rain

Kicked out in the nude
into verbal storms
showered by pain
in many forms
I seek something to block the rain
perhaps some dignity
anything to keep me sane and dry
to maybe end this endless sigh
but i find myself empty handed
branded
a fool
by a campaign
that represents the majority
that left me with out a vote
or even a coat



If a man decides to crawl into his tomb, who better to keep him company than a warm-blooded woman? He dies more slowly that way, and as long as his flesh is joined to her flesh, he can live off the smell of his own corruption." - The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster

It's a man's obligation to stick his boneration in a woman's separation. This sort of penetration will increase the population of the younger generation.

Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character.