master of puns.

my favorite poet, e.e. cummings

tears from the clearing

to the sky i look, with open arms and an open heart.
the clouds swirling in anticipation, the moist of it lingering on my skin.
i close my eyes, smiling as i await the trickles of tears from the sky.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

shivering, wearing nothing but my skin.
listening, as the thunder rumbles it's angry cries.
it yells for me to pay attention, but i stand there motionless.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

there it is, the pattering of the raindrops falling on the pavement.
the sky is getting darker and darker now and the howling is getting stronger.
i still stand there, with my arms outstretched, waiting.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

the clouds are begging me to move away, find shelter.
but i answer them as i spin around happily, wetting every inch of my skin.
the thunder is warning me to find someone, somewhere to run to.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

in all it's dark beauty i want to welcome it.
i want to basque in it's entity and embrace the cold.
nothing else seems so gorgeous, so endearing.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

i believe in dark skies, but i believe in the clearing.
i believe in teardrops from the clouds, but i believe in a hand to wipe them away.
i believe in the screaming from the thunder, but i believe in a comfort to calm me down.
i believe in this weather, but i am not afraid.

i, am not afraid. because i believe.

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shoot, i promised for a happy go lucky poem huh? hahaha. i guess my head isn't in that place right now. after rereading this poem though... it's quite empowering. yeah? hahah. there is some hope after all. lol=)

xoxo,
Kristine

Take A Bow

there goes the awaiting crowd,
you stand there looking so fcukin proud.
How stupid do you look though,
radiating there with a pathetic glow?
who would of thought a charming smile,
can end up with traces of poisonous vile.

they all watch as you put on your show,
feeling cocky as can be yet you really are low.
entertainment to the maximum,
but little did know your act was already done.
pulling out all the old tricks and licks,
what's funny is you were setting yourself up with a bad ass fix.

They laugh at all your disappointing reveries,
waiting until the day you fall to your knees.
you think you hear a round of applause,
but in reality it's all disapproving nods.
who are you at playing now?
a little believer that thinks you'll take a vow.

please, hurry, go back on stage.
stand there in your ugly phase.
go on, smile your sadistic smile.
talk in your ruthless condescending style.
award has gone to you, you've done the work.
round applause, for the Biggest Jerk.

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wow haven't written in a while. didn't know I had a Rant to offer. hahahaha! anyway, be back some other time with a nice poem and not a rant poem. yeah? yeah. think I'll write about stars then, I saw a tremendously beautiful falling star the other night, may be a gift of inspiration. good inspiration though, or something of the sort. goodnight!

xoxo,
Kristine