Rain showering down; Through my being. My heart in the mist to drown; Bone prisin ceiling. Purifying my soul, Present yourself to the rain. Cleaning out the hellhole In my bodies domain There it goes, Trickling through the bones. There is shows, Stiffled between the moans. Heart pregnant With the colorless spray of skys tears, Cool wistful current, All dryness clears.
It's cool, here are some suggestions, so anyways, I write music, and sometimes poetry, so maybe my ideas will be unique, you can take it or leave it... "Just A Thought" "Noontime" Thats all I could thin of for now, if I think of anything else I'll hit this back up. Peace, Chazz http://nodeal00.tripod.com
"The Vehement Expulsion By The Force Of The Will Of The Spirit Of Those Things Which It Deems Unnecessary" This, of course, could be the title of every poem. But it especially fits this piece, which will glow all the more when you correct the spelling errors, and tighten up the punctuation. But far be it from me to give anyone "constructive criticism". *pops the cork* paradox anyone? much love
"Gray Storm".. but it's not the color of bone... Maybe "Death Storm" to suggest that the knowledge of death brought the storm in the first place. Death in the title's almost a cliche now.. but I've used it. Heh.