The Rain Got Me Thinkin--*

Penny For Your Thoughts--*

"I love words. Words are the whores of everything beautiful"-- Dustin Stonecipher.

man he's so dope. and his name is sooo cool!! =]

--Rainy day today... and I got mad inspiration from it and other sources as well.

Enjoy.

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These dark clouds hang low on damp streets,
Reminding me of how insignificant my existence really is

And I begin to miss

Everything

The breeze feels “beautiful” and I feel as though I am not worthy

To be standing in the essence of its grace,

Blocking a space that it could effortlessly fill,

Interrupting a symphony sung my nature’s choir.

I can’t tell the difference between the rain and tears anymore.

The salt burns as it hits my moist skin silently,

Giving me an electric shock of reality

I miss my youth.

Standing in the middle of the street,

My arms held down on both my sides,

Hands clenched in fists,

Eye’s closed tight and,

My tongue outstretched,

Begging for a taste of inspiration

Somehow the rain misses my tongue,

Catching onto my cheeks,

Creating pathways down my neck

-Eyes kept closed

My mind wonders back to

Six years old.

When the rain was just an excuse to run around

In soaked clothes, waiting for rainbows and

Expecting pots of gold to be hidden behind,

Willow trees

Laughter falling among sidewalks, where our brilliant

Chalk artworks are washed away,

Painting new masterpieces

The simplicity of being six years old felt so good.

-Eyes open.

I am caught in a web of r e a l i t y, forced down

By the heavy weight of raindrops caressing my shoulders

I cannot tell the difference anymore and when I look down,

I don’t know if I am standing in a puddle of rain,

Or a puddle of tears,

And in the distance I hear your name echo

In a faint thunder.

--tianamonique*