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The clouds darken closing in to steal the light away
while the pain blossoms as i lose what means so much to me
The CRASH of the thunder so booming and proud
masks the sounds of my heart as it shatters into a million shards
The flash of lightening putting on a show for all
so beautiful to behold but merely a prelude of the tears to come
Soon the rain begins to fall
leaving my tears to be just a few more drops in the downpour
The rain's path down my window
mimics the one my tears etch upon my cheeks
When the clouds part and the sun breaks through
will its light be able to pierce the gloom
Will I once again see the colors of the rainbow
or will all remain a dreary gray mimicking an overcast day
~phoxy~
while the pain blossoms as i lose what means so much to me
The CRASH of the thunder so booming and proud
masks the sounds of my heart as it shatters into a million shards
The flash of lightening putting on a show for all
so beautiful to behold but merely a prelude of the tears to come
Soon the rain begins to fall
leaving my tears to be just a few more drops in the downpour
The rain's path down my window
mimics the one my tears etch upon my cheeks
When the clouds part and the sun breaks through
will its light be able to pierce the gloom
Will I once again see the colors of the rainbow
or will all remain a dreary gray mimicking an overcast day
~phoxy~
Literature
We Are, and We are Not
We are cast in amber
dark-winged things
only dreaming
There amid the sorcery of illusion
We pull at heartstrings
Singing as sirens
Alarmed, oh how we raise our voices
Gleefully, these days flash by
Right before our eyes
Seeing, hoping it’s not too late
To find ourselves as lucid dreamers
Taking back what is ours
From those forces
Darker than our wings
Steal all sense of Is
While silver strings vibrate
Sending shivers to our core
Awakening our understanding
We are dark-winged beings
Literature
Sacrifices
"It's good to hear your voice, Juliana."
"Feeling isn't quite mutual."
I could feel him shift uncomfortably, but he didn't face me. My shadow loomed over him as I walked towards the dresser. I was glad I had hacked into the sensors and lights before even coming inside. He wouldn't have wanted to see my face, or what was left of it.
"He looks nice in this vid, if a bit scruffy," I paused as the soft hum of the electronics inside the vid-frame lit up the screen, playing a video of Richard and his husband someplace warm.
"You both look happy," it felt heavy in my hand as I turned it over, "Recent?"
"Uh, yeah? Month or so ago?" his voice tra
Literature
for Mids
your photos told stories
of the adventures you've
had - oh the places you
went!
your poems, more like
rants, had your voice
boom inside my mind,
echoing.
soon after you deleted your account,
I swore I would write to you...
but I never did, not as often as
I would have liked to, anyway.
next time I go out,
I'll take pictures
of flowers and 'scapes,
just for you, my friend.
next time I write a
poem, I will remember
how your words always
were full of volume.
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In my experience, I find that there is beauty and pain under the cloak of darkness. When all is well, and the rainbow shines around me, there is distance from the source of that light. Loss and gain have their positives and negatives, so I try to ask myself what I'm supposed to be learning while grieving in darkness or shining in the prismatic light of happiness. Your poem is very well written, and very visual! Thanks for sharing.