Old Poetry

Now and then the mood strikes to write something...pretty.  These are a few of my pretty writings from the past:


It rained tonight

washed streets
glistening leaves
splashing as cars drive by

to walk in the rain, to feel the droplets on my face and hands
to have my hair soaked through, my wet shirt pressed against my skin

it doesn't ask permission, doesn't arrange a time, falls when it wants
flows where it wants to, explores corners, cracks, dips

my shoes sound different, the air tastes different, the streets look different
I'm cold, but I'm warm, I want to run and jump in puddles, I want to stand perfectly still

each droplet that explores the curve of my face, across my eyelids, down my nose
resting on my lips, a kiss

I catch drops on my tongue, in my hands, on my clothes
my hair curls and plays with the water as it meets it

I take the rain home with me, back to my street, back to my apartment
who knew one walk in the rain could give a person so much happiness.

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And I smiled

It snowed tonight.

I stood on my balcony and watched it fall, and I smiled.

So peaceful and serene, floating to the ground,

I watched my Breath as I exhaled, and I smiled.

I watched the trees grasp onto the falling flakes, and I smiled.

No cars, no people, no talking, no lies, just... silence.

And I Smiled.