Trade my Sunshine for Rain

Rain is isolation. Rain can never be truly loved. You can not hold the rain, it will slip through your fingers, and fade away.

Trade my sun for rain

Take my world away

I have the rightful shame to be myself

To be a fly on the wall, divided by the watchful eyes of humankind, like everyone else

To justify my judgement as righteous truth

To live my youth, a life like floating clouds

Before I drain down into the ground

Consumed by the sewers, soothing the earth

Anticipating the precipitation of hatred all around of human birth

Deciding what they’re worth

Drowning in the silence, the sky of hydrogen, the rhythmless sound like a stringless violin above the mirth

I feel like garbage regardless piled in the sky for men floating bloated, broken, birthed, falling down, soaked by them

They say, “Is it raining again?” “Do I have to stay inside again” If you don’t want me, wait until its dry my friend

You’re a human being, living socially, not captive to the winds and breeze

You do not understand how isolated I am, soaking ground with percipation

I'm a prisoner of the sky, the earth, a mausoleum captured by this world, the air you breathe in 

I am a calamity of earth and sea that’s bound to feed your mouths and never leave, never truly grieving, unwanted by the ones I'm breeding

 Slowly falling through your dreams, why can I not be a pleasant need?

When you too cold and damp inside, a part of me

The wind and sea wade in my feet, bathe in my bleed

Hydrating me, with sanity, commanding me, with gravity

The unexplainable is unobtainable

I’m afraid of the world outside my cranium

A stable firing gun that could never fathom love

From the people on the hunt

And I know my life is done

 I don’t what I did, know why I’m gone

I just deny the past and don

My mask, my problems, will move along

The coast until the storm is gone

Of silence’s songs beckoning cast

From my gaseous cavernous humid lungs

Between the captured person I’ve become

And the way the time still runs like spit

Through your fingers stunned to walk sift

Towards the next moment running by the docks

Or suffocating in the shifting sand

In the rivers, through your hands

Another someone, a queenless ant

Is it not hopeless to shelter man?

My fear is flowing blunt, sowing seeds upon your land

I just need a helping hand

So I can cope in all the tears

Of a madness ocean sunk beneath the piers

Below the surface, there is no love

Open the pages of my opus under the touch of a vibrant sun

Flavoured text cannot be noticed, will not be sung

Despite the fact, rain might have wrote it

My suffering made light of never noticed

For broken sunlight paves your way

No matter how devoted I've became

When I've done my work, I'm turned away

You venture through the bright, the light of the moonbeams through nighttime's faze

This sorrow, this loneliness cuts through my clouded form much like a blade, 

A ray, of sun, of stars, of hearts displayed

And the people say rain, rain, go away

But I’ll never be home, and I’ll never stay

Until my moistured tears, my works fade away

I cannot hope to have a place to stay

When the sky is clear, my world is grey

Tears in oceans, forgotten rain

All my poetry that evaporates

And if I’m the punchline then what a joke is

The lasted lifetime of, my soaking notebook

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

this is great. I love the flow (pun intended) ;) I really like the message because people really do curse the rain, forgetting that it grows flowers not to mention food, and it works with other things too. I also love the idea of being rain though, it seems like it would be so peaceful.

[Zhavy]

This great love the environment you were able to create. My only suggestion would be to play around with the formatting. To the casual reader the denseness of this piece might come off as overwhelming, and thus avoided. This a great poem that everyone should read, formatting (spacing, indentation, orientation) will contribute a lot to both comprehension and enticement to read.

[wordman]

a grey world every day gotta be tough jack