…Too sensitive?

I get sad when there are animals in the road

And when birds can’t fly

I’m too sensitive

I cry over sunsets

And while looking at the night sky

I’m too sensitive

I get overjoyed when seeing a bumblebee

Or a pretty dragonfly

I’m too sensitive

I get overwhelmed with nature

And how our souls always wander too high

Maybe I’m too sensitive

Or maybe I’m just the right...

(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me once after we had decided to go our separate ways. The title is now tattooed on my shoulder.)

Alone in my own nostalgia

Did it ever rain at all?

The sun beating down

It’s fading from me

As it dries

It fades again

Picking a single blade ...

I’m sick 😞

Common cold

Hurts the soul

Breathing sounds nice

But not for me

Sneezing hurts more then coughing

Scratchy throat sliced open with daggers

Massive headache wish I could write

But this cold had already taken flight...

In the hush of dawn, when the first light gleams,

A train rolls forth, whispering dreams,

With iron wheels that sing a tune,

It's bound for the skies, 'neath the crescent moon.

Papaw’s laughter, like a gentle breeze,

Rides on the wind through the rustling trees,

He loved the engines that thundered and roared,

Each whistle a story, each journey adored.

Now as the conductor calls, ...

From sorrow to hurt

You changed me

Scared of rejection

Scared of being you

From hurt to anger

You left without saying bye

You never saw my sleepless nights

You weren’t there to see me cry

From anger to hate

It all just boiled

The memories toiled

Of the love you spoiled

I hate myself for loving you

I hate you for pretending to care

From hate to rage

I feel like an animal in a ca...

The magnolia sighs a mournful tune,

As twilight drapes the Spanish moss in gloom.

Mockingbird's melody, once sweet and high,

Now whispers low, a lonesome, sobbing cry.

The honeysuckles’ scent, once playful on the breeze,

Holds sorrow's weight ‘neath heavy, drooping trees.

The sun descends, a fiery, lonely sphere,

Reflecting pain in waters dark and clear.

A shadowed path, where laughter used t...

The water’s warm, but I’m still cold.

I’m still thinking, under this boiling pressure.

I want you to be infatuated with me, like I am.

You’re aware of my mind, of how I view your people.

You think I’m bad, you haven’t met the right people yet.

I might be blind, but I’ve seen the maze your home is.

The water’s turned cold, but I’m boiling.

I don’t love you, but I want you.

And,

I n...

_Hatred_: intense dislike or ill will

I tend to have lots of hatred.

Hatred for the world

Hatred for injustice

Hatred for disrespect

Hatred for the way I am

_Why am I so short?_

_ Why do I never feel joy?_

_ Why am I so negative?_

_ Why do I look like this?_

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I always remind myself I’m the way I’m supposed to be

But is that the case? Am I missing something?

When I write and read,...

Just a stranger with a face I used to know

I can still feel the warmth of your embrace

You always had voice of an Angel

Now all I hear are echos of love that ran dry

You had a laughter that could light up the room. I let my stupid heart fall for you too soon

You were my lover, though I could never find the words to express that. Every day I saw you I gave into my heart every day I thought ...

I would look at the days forecast to plan everything accordingly,

All to avoid getting soaked.

If that happened my internal response,

“Just my luck”

Who am I to deprive myself of something so natural?

Rain.

No judgement.

It doesn’t care what Im wearing

Where I am going

Where I am coming from.

It doesn’t point out the mistake I made the day before.

It’s willing to cover me.

It’s not avoiding m...