Waiting for the rain

under the rain
i close my eyes
hiding a tear that want to rise
making my life fall apart
i wished to cry alone
i want to let the pain left my heart
i prayed that the rain will take away the tear
that it will mix it with the drops that start
i wished that no one will know
how much i have been weak, how much i want to let that out
i wanted to cry loud, i want to my voice to leave my throat
i want to share my sadness with the sky, to just stand beside me
my tears keept falling, the rain soon will stop
and then my face will be smiling
to see the light again
till the rain drops once more, inside of me i’ll keep the pain
wating for the rain

words of hope

Like a butterfly that born from the heart of a cocoon
the soul of my hope and every thing start there
my heart travel away
Breaking the wall of silence
Drawing a happy day
passing every path shaking every way
like a light extended what in front of me
rising of Festival’s sun ray
it was all once a dream that i saw
but it’s bloom inside of me growing to high place
it’s not a sand mirage it’s meant to be real
if i bileve in my light
nothing will stand infront of me

Night visit..

yesterday i waited to see the moon 

as it raise close to my eye view i couldn’t stop my heart beat

it was as expected, soo bright, soo full, soo beautiful

it took my breath away

yesterday was like every thing is preparing to it show

the wind was soft, the sky was clear

the only thing was at that dark sky was my beautiful moon

it shines like a piece of diamond reflecting the sun light

nah.. more beautiful than that

nothing can compare to it bright

i stare at it for hours and didn’t get bored, i didn’t want to leave it side

I know that every day i look at the sky seeking the moon, every time it looks soo beautiful

but today it was as i can reach it, like if i stretch a little bit i can hold it with my fingers.

staring back at me i felt like no one there but us.

slowly our time come to end

bit by bit disapeared like it saying bye

yesterday, the moon visit my sky

i was honored by it visit

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johncoyote

Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.

ann johnson-murphree

Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction

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