Old Poetry

“Cloud”
Her tears fall down on us,
Sometimes like liquid
Other times like specks
Sometimes she hides
Other times she fills the sky
She is cloud, she is wispy
(Subpar? I think so.)


“Twilight’s gain”
The ethereal light
shines down from above
and then fades away, like a dove
it must come from Heaven’s might
We try and try
But by and by
We cannot explain
The special, light in twilight’s gain
(used to know what this one meant. But not anymore. haha.)


“Forgotten”
The rain fell
like forgotten crystals
in the melancholy streetlights
cold and alone, the two figures came
Whispering their inadequacies
In each others ear
When finally they parted
With a slow passionate kiss
The lovers both shed a tear
And departed from the scene.
Forgotten and alone
They still roam the streets
Looking for lost pity
And stolen love
Like saddened ghosts they roam
And will roam, forevermore.
(This one is my absolute favorite. Ever.)