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.