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Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-13-2005
By me
Feb 10, 2004
Rain..
This night is caped in blackness intensively reflecting silence, glued to the sky, barely touching horizon. Lost clouds embrace each other like a scattered existence trying to find a clue.Thunder mislead by light finds it's way into my soul. It will be a short while before raindrops dance onto earth, shivering, waking her up, until I feel.. until I hear..
Rain..
Rain's heart beats faster!Can't keep up with the rainbeat, my hair sticks to my face and my thoughts to my mind.I run to hide under an old oak tree that has been sleeping in my garden for a hundred years, but then comes the prince to kiss her leaves.. it trembles then leads the dance, but I can see nothing, I can hear nothing but rain.I can't take it, my tears colored with rain paint joy on my face..
Rain..
Time has passed with passion and too many new life experiences, but nothing lasts forever. clouds are not holding hands anymore killing rain drops. The night yawns then surrenders to dreams.
Rain..
and I surrender to the smell of wet grass..
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-13-2005
By me
Dec 27, 2003
It was the coldest day
And every dream was painted gray
As a child who's mourning may
I had no other words to say
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-14-2005
By me
Feb 01, 2004
it's clear
all is clear
repressed pieces of jigsaw
scatter you into megalomania
with nothing left
but angry words
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-14-2005
By me
Jan 12, 2004
a rabbit hole
and Shattered dreams
caught in the air
chasing a mist
I find myself
on my way down
on my way down
I have lost identity
a chain of lies
lasted until eternity
on my way down
faces lost their features
what was hope?
what is fear?
what will be sanity?
so confused,
what will become of me
on my way down I read
"eat me" .. and I did
so what?
the door's still small
I'm still as ugly as before
and I'm on my way down
I read "drink me"
and I did
too many doors
I have no key
and that small door
would never change
because
my burning soul
derange..
On my way down
a queen of hearts
a deck of cards
some lousy freak has disappeared
looks like a cat..gone mad
"time for tea"
on my way down
I'll hear it 'til eternity
talking eggs
painted flowers
spinning in my head
I look I see no bottom
how much longer will I be
on my way down?
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-16-2005
By me
Jan 09, 2005
She moves in waves
in circles
she moves
Gardenia
black hair
my festival is red
Stunned
and time is up
fight or flight
music
I'll fight
I'll grab her now
we'll spin
our breath is sore
The heat is burning
her fingertips
making sounds
burning
Her inner self
her intuition
scanning faces
and she knows
a face in the scene
not just a face
my face
was her way out
Fading
all the sounds
are numb
loud
yet numb
This night
already dead
giving birth
to a day
giving birth
to us
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-18-2005
By me
Jan 20, 2004
I look around the room
meaningless..
here you used to smoke
your shoe under the bed
and the book you used to read
is still on page 18
many details
but I can't get the point
I hear a woman weeping
but why?
I know I'm not supposed to laugh
and I am not
am I supposed to cry?
but why?
pointless I just know
she's crying
but you're still not here
and your same old book
is still on page 18
they talk alot
maybe they talk to me
who knows
who gives a shit what they say
their everlasting noise
doesn't even get to me
"sorry you had to face it"
I smile it's just because
I can never get the point
and there's a shoe under your bed
they go away
they take all their "sorry"s away
but I don't care
what the hell they thought of me
because I feel there's nothing changed
I inhale whatever left of your smoke
you didn't even make your bed
but what's the point
if I will use it anyway
and the shoe will still be there
anyway
I lay my head
I can not think of anything
for some reason I can see
my fingers move to turn the page
but what's the point?
your shoe will be under the bed
and the book on page 19
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 04-24-2005
By me
Jan 19, 2004
these golden rays
caress your skin
as I caress your cheek
wake up it's 6 o'clock
grass is crying perfectly
lets gather some teardrops
I'll watch you opening your eyes
don't say a word..
birds on the tree have said it all
the fireplace still needs some wood
and I'll prepare some morning tea
don't fix the roof
I like it..
when rain sneaks in
and gives us some company
later the evening breeze
would carry us a mile away
to a castle of pure gold
that we created yesterday
to a pile of memories
stolen back into the sea
sand would rub between our toes
and we'll escape into a wave
inhaling whispers of the air
and laughing like a six year old
sun is sinking into sleep
bleeding peace upon your face
I cry like a six year old
too much joy for me to take
time doesn't stop..
there is no time
eaten away by seagulls
sunlight is fading into gray
sand on your hair
don't say a word
waves have said it all
just coat me with your arms
into a wooden cottage
where long long time ago
there was a child named you
who fell in love with me
Sleeping beauty and the rain - ابن الشام - 05-02-2005
Hello Suzzana,
I don't have much experience in English poems and literatures but I really liked what I read here ...
Keep on going please (f)
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 05-09-2005
Thank you for supporting me.. it's good to know that someone likes to read this..
No , I'm not a writer.. I'm not good with words.. I'm good with feelings
(f)
Sleeping beauty and the rain - suzanna - 05-09-2005
my head is heading into Apocalypse
as I think of nothing at all
visions come to me
of nothing at all
am I dying?
do my broken pieces mean nothing?
as I gather them
in no particular order
I tell myself I will be fine
fine..
yes I will be fine..