Rain clouds

Threaten to pour down on me

So you position yourself

To keep me dry

Strong winds

Threaten to blow you away

So I pull you close

To keep you safe...

Here I go again,

I wandered away for too long.

I find myself in this peaceful yet scary world .

Left to myself, left to my thoughts.

This black umbrella keeping me insane ,

Keeping me to the ground,

While the thoughts fly around me,

Trying to get into my head.

But it won’t happen again.

It can’t happen again.

I try to blink,

To remember how I got here.

Quickly find my way home,

The wind rattled on...

Do the stars

Feel this lonely

In the dark perch of the sky

To glow like them,

A dream

But I will try...

“Noise noise noise!!”

That was what she said before killing her entire family

She Boil them and eat some

She felt the peace she was seeking, the umbrella is her mom bone…...

She carried around an umbrella by her side every time she stepped outside. Where this habit originated from is unknown, yet the fact still stays — obvious and out of the ordinary. It was black — her umbrella. Any other stranger who would see her out in public would think nothing of it. She would be carrying it around when there was not a single water droplet to be felt falling down from the gray a...

A fall

From feathers light,

Golden Fields of feeling

Forever trapped in feverish blight.

Though the day is warm

Always in preparation for the mightiest of storm.

Not one of simple rain,

But that which from the mind

Attacks in vain.

So now

How in need are we,

For the feelings of freedom

To be truly free....

A young and beautiful girl waiting for rain in a drought...

What’s wrong without a partner well I can tell you something love is compassion like love from your family love is from your friends. Love is everywhere auntie frame that special person Beware you will never think of your friends family being your love ever again. Well, you might love them, and you might see them occasionally to show them their grandchildren. You will never visit frequently anymor...

A lone figure in the meadow stands,

With shattered skies and trembling hands.

The wind, a thief with reckless grace,

Steals her umbrella without a trace.

The flowers bow, the grasses sway,

As clouds devour the golden day.

Her dress, a shadow in the light,

Dances softly with the fading night.

What did she lose, this wandering soul?

A dream, a love, a fractured whole?

The feathers fall, the storm ...

As she runs through the meadow of flowers she picks up speed as the wind rushes under her umbrella. The flower petals whisper and flurry all around her as she passes by. Feeling free as a bird she keeps running. Letting all her cares, secrets, and worries escape her mind and soul. She’s light as a feather for the first time in forever. The hours feel like minutes, the rest of the world disappears....