Rain boy

Rain boy

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Where Silence Grows

The air is thick with frozen sighs,

where breath dissolves but never dies.

A lonely hush, a hollow space,

where time forgets a fleeting face.


The ice drips slow like grieving tears,

each drop a whisper no one hears.

They trace the cracks along the stone,

where solitude has made its throne.


A shadow lingers, draped in grey,

too faint to leave, too lost to stay.

The world moves on in bitter grace,...

Too Hot

Heed my warning: those who tempt the flames get burnt

Those who attempt to outshine the sun will soon learn their worth

Those who fly too high will often meet the earth

For a wingless bird is no more than nutrients for humble worms


You, my Icarus, my gift, I took you under my wing

But the time has come, where you must soar and sing

We shall be free to discover all sorts of things

Free to discover...

Whispers On The Wind

Who to trust?

Who to trust?

Who’s to say that you’re to trust?

Who to trust?


Who distrusts?

Who convinced me it was you to shun?

Convinced me you’re the useless one

Who to trust?


Who to thrust

Out of my life amongst the bunch?

Whose lust have I confused for love?


Who is truly faithful?

Who’s abused by fake fools?

Who, to lose, does fate choose?


Who’ll rebuke the hateful

Tools to fuel a great m...

The Birds And The Bees

Birds, creatures of majesty donning a feathery cloak

Free spirits, their reach spans as far as their scope

Creatures of insight—a bird’s-eye view

Soaring through skies, discovering all the world’s hues


Creatures of harmony, birds of humming and singing

Intelligent, spontaneous, coiners of the act of “winging”


Symbols of love and life—the birds and the bees

Winged beauties exposed to you and me


...

Chains

This is the chain of command, respect it

Disasters you weren’t told were possible? Expect it

The values we preach but dont practice? Reflect it

See someone threatening order? Confess it


You have a duty to your people!

You will work with us against evils!

You will remember to treat us as regal!

You will l now the road to utopia is not peaceful!


You are branded by your chains

You will make it so y...

Caution To The wind

Be tempted by the promise of immersion

Ignore those alleged warnings

They’re only placed as diversions

Come get lost in a world without mourning


Don’t you want to be free from pain?

Free to live out the dreams in your brain?

Free to do you with minimal restraints?

Forever free to play my little game?


It’s not a prison because you’ll not want to leave

Surely there’s no danger here, none of it’s r...

Lost To The Forest

Will you go to the forest with me?

We can sit and watch the animals mingle

Guess which critter rattles the bushes

I know a spot where the sun hits the lake just right


Hey, let’s go to the forest again!

The auburn leaves litter our path

The song of birds welcomes us back

I found a better view of the lake


Are you calling me to the forest again?

I can’t stand the mockery hiding under the wind

I was...

Dead Rose

Decay, decay

Roses in my room

You gave them to me because of how you saw me

It withered because of how you treated me


Bloom, bloom

You made me feel I’ve lost my beauty

Because of that I lost my thorns

No need to protect what won’t be picked


Rot, rot

I spend my days in this room

Deprived of sunlight

Why did you cut me down?...

Red

Red—the color that unites us, those born with anger and those born through love

The connection, beyond family, yet found in blood


Red is much like a person’s true form

Some can recognize it at a glance, as if it were the norm

While for others, it’s like traversing a storm

Of misdirection they’ve managed to tackle since they were born


Red flags—seemingly a bad sign, by all means

“Everyone has a r...

Nothing Personal

I do not hate, I do not love,

I do not answer skies above.

No prayers, no pleas can make me wait—

I simply am. I simply take.


I walk unseen, a fleeting breath,

a whisper soft, a brush of death.

A child laughs, a mother sings,

a lover dreams of wedding rings—

I pass them by. Not yet. Not yet.


But he who runs with frantic feet,

she who sleeps where highways meet,

the one who sways on aching knees—...