As the Rain Falls

Tick-tock tick-tock,

you’re running out of time.

The more you think the more

the rain falls.

Tick—tock tick—tock,

the rain isn’t giving up.

You’re still thinking as

the rain falls.

Tick . . . tock . . . tick . . . tock

time seems to pass slower

as you worry. You begin

to lose track of your

life’s time.

Tick . . . tock . . .

you’ve lost your meaning.

All you have is despair, and

now you’ve lost.

Tick-tock tick-tock,

you stare at the rain as

it falls. You stare at the

falling rain as you fall to

the ground where your body

meets the falling rain.

Tick . . . tock . . .

the sound of the clock

is your heart slowing to

a stop. Even if you die,

the falling rain will continue

to fall.

 

Author's comment: This was inspired by the video game Heavy Rain.

Hates

I hate the way you

put your hands on my

face and mash my cheeks

together. I’m 18, I

may be short, but I

require respect.

When you walk behind

me and step on my

shoes. I hate that too.

I actually love my shoes.

Remember that time you

undid my bra? That pissed

me off. Thanks to that I’m

paranoid about the people

behind me.

I hate it when you

talk about me like I’m

a “thing.” I’m a living person

with real feelings.

I especially hated it when

you kept touching my boobs.

Thanks to you, my future

boyfriends will wonder why

I don’t react to their touch.

I hate it when you say that

you could beat me in a fight.

Don’t judge based off of

height and intelligence. I have

true strength; I know not to

go throwing my weight around.

Shakespeare once said

that, “the pen is mightier

than the sword.”

So, here I am showing

my true strength.

No punches or blood

shown. Just pure guts.

Here I am, not crying;

or yelling. Just simply

writing.

I question myself why

I have forgiven you.

You should be counting

your lucky stars, I

rarely give second chances.

Christianity at it's Finest

I stare at the stained-

glass window. The picture

depicts Jesus Christ, well

what most people believe.

I may not be the most

religious person out there,

but I don’t change someone’s

race.

I’m talking about

Jesus Christ.

In my eyes Jesus isn’t

white. He’s either Middle

Easter, or African.

I have yet to see a

stained-glass window of

Jesus, that is either of those.

In December, I celebrate the

Winter Solstice, not Christmas.

Just was born in some other

season.

I do believe in God

and in Jesus Christ.

I don’t think that he’s

the son of God. Just a

prophet of God.

To me, the Bible is

a collection of short

stories that contain morals.

I believe that God

loves us all indiscriminately.

God doesn’t care about your

religion or your sexual orientation.

Why can’t religion and science

be friends?  Why don’t we all

agree with Darwin, knowing

that God made him?

I believe in a world where

everyone of all races are

holding hands, despite their

religion.

I stare at the stained-

glass window in front of

me, as I feel God’s Grace come

down onto me.

Motorcycle Terror

Driving to my favorite

bookstore, the light turns

green for me.

I begin my turn as a

motorcycle crashes into

me.

Flying out of my position

I tell myself it was just a

night terror.

After calming myself

down I remember the

three dead.

Contemplations

I watch as you slither towards me,

your moans and your biting declare

what you are. You’re a threat to

human kind, nobody knows how

you got here.

How can something move that’s

entrails are on the outside?

How can you move with one

arm broken and the other

slowly decaying?

Pure determination. Two words

that can describe

your determination—it could be

instincts that made you so.

Yet here you are, a monstrosity.

But, there’s something beautiful

about you. You’re like a walking—

no, slithering anatomy dummy

just waiting for some purpose.

Since my contemplations about you,

you have gotten closer to me. So close

you try to claw your way through

my jeans.

Enough of this pity.

You’re no longer human, yet—

yet, why am I feeling emotions

for you?

The truth hurts to know

that you were once like me.

Maybe you had a lover, a family;

maybe they’re still out there.

Trying to find you.

I feel you begin to clutch on

my pant leg. You start to move

faster. Mouth biting at the thin

air . . . and then—

bang!

You release my pants from

your clutches. My gun still

smoking from the shot.

You lay there finally at

rest.

I walk away from you

before I begin to contemplate

more about you. 

Mandible Love

As I trace my hand

against your scars. I

know what you have

been through.

I can see the pain

and the worry.

Even if we aren’t the

same race, it doesn’t

stop me. Nothing will

ever stop me from

loving you, Garrus.

So, don’t worry love,

we’ll fight together

until there are celebrations

for us.

Don’t worry, for I

will guide you when

you need it. I will

forever be your

Shepard.

Author's comment: This was inspired by Mass Effect . . . if you didn't notice. My love for Garrus has no end.

What Could Have Been

When I gaze back into my past,

Back to when we didn’t even know what

1+1 even was.

I think of the times that we shared, laughs and all.

These are the days that I cherish the most

But, we were separated by the schools

Separated, in a way where we couldn’t communicate.

Even when I was having fun with my other friends

I always thought about what you were doing

And if you were thinking the same.

I was counting down the years until we would meet again,

The school got in our way.

You were on the other team than me

The only time we had together was P.E.

Then she got in our way.

She was pulling strings

The strings of my social life.

I thought that Fate would

Maybe give me a chance

To be able to renew the friendship that we had.

Fate rolled her dice,

And I was doomed from the start with Snake Eyes.

I wouldn’t give up.

I couldn’t give up.

I felt like, you were the one who understood me

The best.

I tried again, and yet I heard no answer from you.

I saw you with her and I knew I was doomed.

Perhaps you see something in her that I don’t,

Or maybe it’s the same thing that I saw

Which turned out to maybe be a fraud.

So what if she sees this poem?

I don’t care.

Maybe now she’ll be able to understand

To be able to understand that I’ve had

An empty abyss in my heart, maybe due to her actions.

All I want to say is this;

Maybe I was arrogant

Maybe it was ignorance.

Or maybe just pure jealousy.

All I know is now that

You’re above average

I’m average

Human being.

Your voice was so perfect,

I couldn’t even listen to the words

All I could do was to fight

Fight back the tears that were

Inside of me.

My only hope is

Is that you see this poem.

You see it through my eyes

My passion.

And that you see that I’m in anguish.

I see you and I see our past.

I see our pre-school days.

And that,

That tears me apart from the inside out.

And I can’t bear it anymore.

You’re voice has awoken my inner feelings.

Feelings that I’m sick of hiding.

I only hope that this poem reaches to your heart.

You find a way to be able to become a friend

To me

Not just to heal my soul, or my entire being

But because you understand the fact that

People change, or grow into themselves.

They are who they are,

And it may be hard for them to change.

I’m sick and tired of this grudge

That I’ve held onto

I want redemption.

My only wish is to make new memories with you,

Not just as some other classmate,

But as a friend.

Trapped

You want to fly,

fly out of here,

but you can’t.

You’re trapped,

trapped by an invisible wall.

You know this,

you’re sitting on it’s ledge.

Beyond the wall are cars,

but what you want is the sky,

you don’t belong in here.

You belong in the sky.

Looking beyond the wall,

you see your kind,

soaring in the sky.

You call to them, they cannot hear you.

It’s all because you’re trapped

where you don’t belong.