Chains of rain

Chains of rain

The skies have a crazy look tonight.
Smitten by the cavort of the thunders,
luscious blue sheering into ferocious purple.
Why do the hearts bleed looking at the crying clouds?

A requiem dedicated to the silk spread.
No star in heaven can carry the bitter tunes,
only the winds, those beats of empyrean souls.
Why did the rainbows have to fail, dismally or otherwise?

The  games with lions in my dreams and
the sun laughing: ” Poor you, I told you so!”
Forbidden line is crossed, chains of rain- unleashed.
Why can’t I hide in the ocean of your eyes?

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“No Escape” by IrisMommy2007 on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Where the shadows will never glow again

Rocks and ocean

Early Friday morning,
ordinary sunrise, but not for long.
The level of humiliation on the globe
was beyond acceptable and nature
couldn’t take the pressure any longer.

The old lady took an underground breath,
tried to convince her soil they’ll survive,
but helplessly, an anxiety attack came.

Before and aftershock collided,
plate tectonics moved past each other,
primary waves, turned into secondary,
reached the surface and became love shears,
to end with a crush on the harbor.

Concrete and glass, cool molten rocks
and muddy ocean swept every convicted soul,
no imagery, no tribute will ever ease the lost.

Another day to seek for survivors,
to rescue the colors of  human tissues left.
Another “why?” and no candy for the crying child,
tons of strength in the nuclear air, but no hope for
the place where the shadows will never glow again.

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Dedicated to the people in Japan.

"For Japan" by Xileohp

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Rain again

It’s raining out, again, wet and sticky rain. I don’t like it, all I want to do is stay at home near the heater and do nothing, talk to no one, see nobody. Maybe just him, but he is so faraway that I don’t believe he can come just in time to save me from the sadness I feel right now, to come just in time before the million drops of rain to touch the ground.

I really wish he was here, then maybe I won’t think about all the reasons why I don’t like the rain at night, why rain doesn’t really look like rain when I’m alone. Sometimes it looks like people saying goodbye to each other, one of them is crying, but who could notice it, if the tears are mixed with the cold drops?

Other times it looks like a child sitting near the window with his bothered face, wanting to go out and play “hide and seek” with his friends, but with the storm outside who is the mom to let him out?

Once it looked like a car driving fast on a small, slippery, wet road somewhere up in the mountain, it looked like an accident and no one there to help. And most of the times it looks like a man who has lost his house in an earthquake,
staying out there covered with blanket, but how much that blanket can protect the man if  it’s soaking wet and unpleasant from the rain?

This is what rain makes me think of, sad songs and unhappy things possible to happen. But when he is here everything is different. His calm voice talking to me is always louder than the drops that fall so fast and make everything wet. With him I don’t hear the rain, I don’t even notice that outside is cold.

With him the rain it’s like a nice movie we watch on the couch, cuddled in each others arms. It’s like a kiss under the hot water in the shower. It’s like a peaceful weekend away from everything, a calm living in a world with no pain.

With him rain it’s like a love and a dream that came true.

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Image by Hannah Schooler on ursula-snoot.deviantart.com

                          

© 2010 Broken Sparkles

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