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Rain...
I love it, everybody else hate it
The sound of raindrops scrambling against my window calm me down
In the rain
I can hide under a blanket
With Me, a pen and a notebook
And just write till my fingers hurt
I can hide from the world
Under a coat so no one can see me
But the best is
In the rain
I can cry
Without anybody noticing
Rain...
I love it, everybody else hate it
The sound of raindrops scrambling against my window calm me down
In the rain
I can hide under a blanket
With Me, a pen and a notebook
And just write till my fingers hurt
I can hide from the world
Under a coat so no one can see me
But the best is
In the rain
I can cry
Without anybody noticing
Rain...
Literature
Lost but Found?
Am I lost,
Or am I found?
You left me in that deep water,
Expecting me to swim my way out of its murky depths.
How am I to do that,
When the pain I suffer is taking over?
When the heartbreak shatters me?
When you beg for forgiveness,
And I stupidly forgive you?
I can't do everything,
But then again neither can you.
So who here is to blame?
Am I guilty,
Or am I innocent?
And lets not forget you,
With your petty web of lies.
You've never been lost,
So there's nothing to find.
You've never been guilty,
Except in my eyes.
In front of everyone,
I am the heart breaker.
I am the deceiver.
I am the spider who spun that web.
I
Literature
It Rains Everyday
Into every single life
A little rain must fall
but why, oh why is my life
the wettest of them all?
Drowned by strains of hurricanes
of poxes, plagues, and pests.
Or a certain missing pencil
for a certain vexing test
My assets all are squandered
My fortunes soon deprived
And when I think it's ending
It's only just arrived
My spirits bare are lonely
and I haven't any friends
Thank God for Revelations
or I'd think this was the end
Through all the tribulations
of trials, tests, and woe
One wonders if our very lives
Are nothing but a show
A play that is a comedy
For laughs they watch our pain
I know thi
Literature
Untitled Chapter 8
Matt ran on all fours throughout the wooded environment, scanning this way and that as he looked for his friend. During the day, Matt had failed to realize how big the place was. As he continued along at a steady pace, the effects of his coursing adrenaline began to wear off. The pain inflicted from his battle with Nathan was starting to ebb in his body. Feeling a bit tired, he leaned up against a near-by tree and proceeded to wipe away the blood that had dried on his upper lip.
He looked down at the scarce flakes of blood that scraped off, then looked up toward the sky. The view above him was that of an open abyss that was beginning to tu
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For me, the rain is...liberating. I feel so FREE. Oftentimes I'll even go outside during a storm and run around.