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Loud Rain

The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
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When is valentine's day?

 When is valentine's day?

I typed into the internet.

I know I'm not alone.

I know I'm not the only one hating myself for it.

It's Sunday that day

And maybe I should ask her out.

Or should I?

Like someone said in some movie,

This could be the end of a beautiful friendship.

My eyes well up

On seeing you glitter in diamond dust,

Like a bare tree after a winter storm.

And this winter storm

Creates a power outage in me,

And words don’t come,

And it stings me like a hornet.

We are players on a frozen lake

Playing ice hockey,

Passing the puck of love between us.

But the goal post is approaching

And someone should score.

But should we date at all?

Dating is like schooling;

With benches and desks and students and lunch.

Dating is like schooling;

Systematic and fake.

We police our inner demons

And show ourselves as people of perfection,

People of style.

We police our inner demons

And clap at bad acting in the play of life.

They send rockets into space,

They play violins for kings and presidents.

But all I wish to do

Is to put this puck where it belongs;

In the goal.

And I need your help.




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