The Poetry Farm

I can't stand the rain! Why does it hit louder and harder against my window pane? Why has it come in my intense discomfort and solitude? It's rhymes and rhythms distort the rhythm of my heart beat, 'cause all I do is miss you. Can you stand the rain? Does its splashes that tickle your skin remind you of my warm touch and wet kiss? Does its drumming bring you a reminiscence of me and you in bed and the sound of your skin clapping at my skin? Oh! The piercing wind drilling through our skin in the night, causes quakes in our bodies like the hurricane. We're a few hours apart, but the rains are a titanic that carries us farther apart. I'm just a call away, but the nuisance gets louder and oh the frustration! Hearing your voice becomes so hard. Who can I blame? Is it your bad timing or that of the rain? You said you were leaving in the cloudy morning, and that you'd be back again. And you left before the rain. You left me in here to wait. Then came the...

Little by little, I live everyday Breathing hard and deep all the way. Everyday is a chance to live And a film to watch, and a song to sing A person to love, a road to sojourn A tussle to settle and a blood to bleed. My life is a story to write, a poem to recite A rhythm to dance to and a kite to fly. The many reasons there are to die Are the same reasons that I have to survive. The lies in my head that sentence me to death in the night Are the truths that kick me out of bed during sunrise To face the day, to face my fears To f**k the world and lick my tears. I live - and that means I see beyond debts And talk myself out of frets. I take risks and account for my shortcomings And slam the ones who judge my fallings. I gotta be strong for myself, Because the world also is probably doing same for themselves. I live because it is my charge to keep And my life wasn't made by me. So, who am I to...