This is a segment of a poem I'm working on. Hopefully the finished product will be revealed soon.

Last night, I cried in hopes that God would
Carry my tears and allow then to shower
On you expectantly
But I know it doesn't work like that.
I hoped that thunder would rumble loud enough
To overshadow my emptiness.
Nowadays, that's all I ever seem to hear.
I wanted lightening to strike in a way that
You'd lose your memories and come back to me
And clear these dark skies.
I long to feel the sunshine caress my face again.

Hopeless

A lover’s lies do not let me live, 

I’d rather die than thrive through that pain this love does give.

Although my heart does bleed upon that of my sleeve, it sheds no hurt. 

I stand. 

What is love but another strong lashing on my soul, 

That of which I do not wish to no longer endure. 

I need a cure for my lovesickness, 

A love’s sickness because his eyes poisoned my insides, 

With laugther and glee, 

Overwhelmed to the symptoms love gives off no immunity. 

What is it to love and seek none in return. 

Love is suppose to conquer all, 

But love itself is conquered, does the passion begin to burn. 

Yet and still I guess it is better to love 

And always lost than to have not loved at all 

Or to have not lost at all. 

Love, you do call but I do not seek, 

Rather not the games just a lonely lover’s life a bleek.

The rain falls with the tears of thoses who cry, of those who sare troubled.

And so I  hate the rain.

I hate hearing the cries rumble in thunder clouds,

When I hear, I can feel the cries, feel the pain.

Thump, thump, thump,

The cries of every dying child

Of every battered woman of every innocent man locked up

Of all the hurt

It seems that God scoops up the world’s hurt and lifts it high above our heads

He knows we can’t handle the weight

So he trys to shield us from the hurt

But even clouds get too heavy

And the pain falls yet again

Seeming to have no end in sight

So as logn as the rain falls, as long as

The thunder rumbles,

I hear the cries

I feel the pain

CAN YOU HEAR THAT?

IT'S THE SOUND OF STAGNATION SETTLING IN.

THAT PLACE WHERE GOING BACK IS TOO EASY AND

MOVING FORWARD IS JUST TOO HARD

SO YOU PULL IN MIDWAY DOWN

STAY A LITTLE WHILE

HMP. SILENT ASSASSIN THIS ONE.

Piece of the Week: Daddy's Girl

New Piece! I think I'm going to start doing these like once a week, for practice and whatnot. As always comments and advice are always welcome.

MAN...... Where did time go? When you find him, can you tell him to stop taking my youth with him??