CloudierThunder

Hair twists like a wisteria Spirit and academia Smiles like malaria Contagious hysteria Clean and focused A lense who's hope is To capture freedom's rapture See life, not still life Shine bright, not steal light Over the years of smiles, shed tears and worth whiles Pictures and frames become fixtures and names And in decade's come let not your mind run Do not be sad when you've had The best times Are always ahead

I love the sounds of the rain... It's when the stars cry when I cant... The only problem is... Only the outside gets washed clean...

 Drifting for days on a raft without direction in a sea of lights. Drinking all there is to drink around me. Lost in a lazy euphoria from what seemed like endless time, but none at all in retrospect, i let what ever thoughts that would have simply stayed inside of me go. They slowly drift away and then disappear like the stars. Being swallowed like my first happiness moments ago, light becomes all around me. A flash of black is then my being. Fading back into grey, then light and colors soon melting in there is a figure standing above me. A creature very similar looking to myself. It had a flat abdomen and broad shoulders. As my vision cont

i'm never happy with just being happy why does it go like this? drinking tears that aren't mine just don't seem to work any more so its time to cry some more of my own but in the morning it still hurts like a cigarette burn on the inside of my lung i guess its just how the cookie crumbles then crumbles some more and dust is whats left of me its time to let the wind blow

Looking into the black above i let myself sink into the pool. Striking my feet first the cold does not hesitate to make its self at home inside of me. Slowly moving up towards my face as i sink into the unknown. The last thing to touch my home are my open hands. On the other side my reflection looks into my eyes with sorrow. Arms extended trying to reach back at what was his. Though he never fought this decision there is a battle being waged in my chest. I hope you made use of your life in the light. I'm not sure if i will ever be back for you. Turning away i leave the sounds of sobbing behind me.

        I'm not sure how much time passed or if it was passing at all. Opening my eyes was no good. There seemed to be no ground, wall or ceiling of any kind. I tried to make light, but none came of my greatest efforts. Unsure if i was moving or how to move at all, i tried to push myself in a direction by kicking and thrashing my hands and feet. On the edge giving up and accepting the void, i realise that i can see the outline of my hands. With a new rush of energy i struggle to turn and see what could cause the light. Before me sat a flat rounded shape with shifting borders. The source of the light emanated from the razor edges. When i loo

At first i was met with a sensation of puzzlement. Then after a few seconds caught in purgatory, my mind reached a new beginning. Reborn into a world of creation, the discovery of choice led the way. I was only seven years old when it happened. Before that I had no say in what i thought. I had no desires to take action of my own. I only thought to live and repeat what i was told. Life was a grey dusk. A day already ending before it began. No color to brighten the eye as it went out. Once this discovery was made the sun finally set when i instantly realised this world was dark. With no sun there is no warmth to keep me alive. So i had to lear

why did no one tell me time slips by so slowly but as all is victim the fall hurts the worst every minute every second every hour is a mistake i already made i don't know why no one told me the ground will break bones but never your heart tick tick ticking away in the wrong direction the pressure is slowly building still my heart continues beating i look at the world spinning like a top this place is only a game i don't know how we keep on sleeping when this place is so great i don't know when the things that i learned came crashing down i fell in an empty space at no point in time nothing to hear or see as the tumb

why do i feel the same look around and you'll see people trying not to feel the rain looking up at the sky is it wrong to be free all i want to know is why the clouds sweetly whisper your name no matter what i say i will always and forever feel the same long ago i felt your hand the last moving on i never cared for one day now i'm stuck living in the past why do i still feel the same when the rest were drenched outside i never felt a single drop of that pain scarred by the past i told them that i was ok  but they knew i lied but i am finally at last feeling all the pain by myself its all too real standing in the