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I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

Falling Rain

By: letmeusethisname
Written on December 16th, 2010
Falling rain

Thunder crashes and winds howl
in the falling rain of my eyes
Storms sent astray by your vindictive evil grip
Nothing was what i intended to do
but everything had been done in return
What a stain now left of what was my bleeding heart
A spot to be buried alive
No more will i dream of the lust
or of grandeurs twisted design
Only now do I see, that evil you present in love
Was the knife you dug deep inside
So of futures fate and gods design
I hold no wish or dream
Heart dead
pulse now faded
I slump over and resign
Your game.....check mate
By: letmeusethisname
Age: 41-45 , Male
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5 responses
  • letmeusethisname
    letmeusethisname

    I enjoy rebellion though.

    Jan 13, 2011
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  • blackforest4u
    blackforest4u

    Nice phrases but too many pains are kept inside...Releasing it through words can somehow give a calming effect. Writing is an antidote for rebellion.

    Jan 11, 2011
    1 like
  • girlmcgirly
    girlmcgirly

    Sure, I get it. I get it completely. I'd have done myself in long ago if not for the power of the pen....err, keyboard.

    *hugs*

    Dec 16, 2010
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  • letmeusethisname
    letmeusethisname

    Thanks, gmg. you know the drill though. have to write it down or kill your self one brain cell at a time. :(

    Dec 16, 2010
    1 like
  • girlmcgirly
    girlmcgirly

    I know we use our words to cope with our worlds. Just remember to use it for that and to write out the feelings so you can let them go, sometimes.

    Dec 16, 2010
    1 like