Revelation Rides The Wind

October Rain

I slam the screen door

And listen to the sound

Of the raindrops falling

On the tin roof.

The crisp air

Sends me chills

But the cider

Warms my heart

Oh how i miss

With all my soul

The sweet sound

Of October rain

Thoughts of Love #1

I want to be the one that you think about before you fall asleep. I want to be the reason behind that smile, the one you can't wipe away. I want you to see me everywhere, and get butterflies when I'm around. I want you to miss me when I'm gone, and to hold me when I'm there. I want you to look at my face and see me.

There's so much that I want to say to you, but I'm too cowardly to. Above everything, more than I want the sun to shine, or the wind to blow, I want for you to love me.

Thoughts on Beauty #4

It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.

Bum Bum

At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.

Bum Bum

It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.

BUM BUM

It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.

That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.

Vulnerable for You

There is more to me

Then you are willing to know

But if you decide to care

I guess i can show

You the parts of myself

That i hide

Beneath my skin

Deep down inside

I guess i am trying to say

I love you

If it takes me falling

For you to fly

Then I would plummet

A thousand miles

For you to soar

Again

Im a bit too prideful to admit

That im afraid to say im wrong

But you already knew that, babe

And you have for far too long

Thoughts on Love #11

You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself

I look tenderly at the bluebells

For the first time in a while

I hope they know how well they are doing

How fast they are growing

And how beautiful they've become.

I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?

It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)

Kindergarten (The Lie)

No mercy or kindness to be found

A horrible life to live

He asked for an extra cookie

Yet no cookie would they give

  The boy wanted to color

The warden said, “Not today”

He wanted to leave, to escape

Just to go home and play

  The inmates there were never kind

They stole snacks from him

And in the yard they played hide-n-seek

But he never seemed to win

  Then after that, came naptime

A torture fit for hell

They forced him into unconsciousness

With music like a spell

  He eagerly awaited the deafening ring

That called for his release

Then he would be at home again

Finally, at peace