the sky is pitch black
the bloodless moon stares us down
it glows of midnight
~
Saturday, April 18
Friday, April 17
Poem - Rainy Day
its a dark and dreary day,
the sun cant see with the clouds in the way.
puddles on the ground,
such subtle sound;
that subtle sound, of which the rain is renoun.
up above in a cloudy violet gray,
black silhouette birds away.
smells of water sturate the air,
little round drops float along my hair.
water drips off the drips off the tips of my lashes
then crashes onto the ground creating small splashes.
i look to the skies,
rain blurs my eyes,
the wind replies,
then the rain dies.
i now see the sun.
all the clouds run.
and the streets; i roam
now, to find my way home
the sun cant see with the clouds in the way.
puddles on the ground,
such subtle sound;
that subtle sound, of which the rain is renoun.
up above in a cloudy violet gray,
black silhouette birds away.
smells of water sturate the air,
little round drops float along my hair.
water drips off the drips off the tips of my lashes
then crashes onto the ground creating small splashes.
i look to the skies,
rain blurs my eyes,
the wind replies,
then the rain dies.
i now see the sun.
all the clouds run.
and the streets; i roam
now, to find my way home
Thursday, April 16
Poem - Compton Road
Down this road
so bleak, so slow
so bleak, so slow
this long road
is familiar to know
in the warm
and in the cold
every week
its compton road
it leads to church
and a waterfall
some wood, my friends
and thats not all
i drive down this road
every weekend
i've been on this road
even at my wit's end
its like universal information
a road with curves but no complication
my favorite road in the whole nation
this road even has a Mobil gas station
in the warm
and in the cold
every week
its compton road
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