The End of The Beginning
It should be raining. The world should stop. Every being on this earth should stop what he or she is doing and join everyone in a planet-wide moment of…
Fire Rain
The fire rained so hard it hurt everyone’s eyes. Everyone could not stop crying for days. Wow. It amazed me.
Picnic
The first drop fell just as I took the first bite into my bologna sandwich. More drops followed quickly behind it. The air around me exploded with shrieks and…
The Bridge, Pt. 2
I awoke to distant screaming. Within a minute, I was in the main room with five of the other adults. None of us spoke. All of us carried our weapons. The night…
The Bridge, Pt. 1
“There’s a woman out there.” Josy wiped fog off the window and pointed between the rain drops. “On the bridge. What is she doing?” I peered out over Josy’s…
They Say The Grass Is Always Greener
Rain. Why does it always rain, always pouring, always wet, always drip drip dripping right outside my window. My tired feet drag me through puddles with the…
Winter; Rainstick
With his back to the wind He watches the snow rise, Fall, swirl, accumulate at His feet firmly cushioned To the beach, sternly sunk By the boatyard brambles…
hold on
Rain splashes over the muddy park, like someone dumping dirty bathwater over the entire city. I see a lone figure sitting on a park bench, watching the…
When The Rain Came
We splashed about in a fit of nonsense, our shoes soaking up the puddles we jumped in, merrily. Drenched, we ran about campus, laughing maniacally at each…
Whether the Weather of Either
Sam struggled to stand upright, slipping once or twice in the mud. Jesse could hardly breathe, let alone speak. Light from the windows rippled through the…
Untitled Poem #5
Come on, get out of the rain. There’s fires in the street that even this downpour won’t extinguish. You look so cold, so wet, so elusive as you wait under the…
A Simple Haiku
The gray cloudy sky, swollen with crystal tear drops, rids of its sorrows.
The Funeral
nhcfjdhjvmzj vfdiv ndjvjmzhvkdujvnsivn sk... My feelings exactly on that tragic day. The tiny, rock tumbstone read: ~Noodles~ ~January 7, 2012- June 20, 2012~…
dancing
dancing in the rain, as the wind made the trees bow, dancing
Chalk is the best medium
I lie on the pavement, not caring about the chalk on my black clothes, and stare sideways at my fantasy expanse. After three days, the drawing is done. Swirls…
Things Change
The rain poured. The rain thundered and pounded and seeped into everything. The little boy next to me frowned as he looked up at the roiling gray sky. “It only…
Paper
We stand outside in the pouring rain, I can feel the frigid water pouring down my shaved head and I have to supress the urge to shiver. I watch the floating…
Dancing in the Rain
Steven pulls his collar higher around his neck and tries to hide his smile sheepishly. A couple of men huddle underneath a nearby awning, passing a cigarette…
Rain and Fire
The flames jump, iridescent forms leaping from their metal prison. They burn bright greens and blues, consuming the paint inside of the dumpster. Bits of ash…
Bumper To Bumper On A Logging Road During A Storm
Rain falls on pine trees, gathering among the needles becoming fat drops that fall with a thunk, thunk, thunk on my roof Between the swishing blades of my…