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Curse the Rain
I opened my eyes to the sound of rain
torn from a dream of happiness without you;
a smile quickly soaked in pain
as a storm drenches my bright and blue
The memories come relentlessly rushing,
a slideshow of how much we've lost.
The weight on my heart is cruel and crushing,
I wasn't prepared for what it would cost.
There isn't a single tear left for me to cry
so I've decided to bleed and scream.
I only want to forget us, embrace the goodbye
and to live in these beautiful dreams.
A song, a place, a sound or smell
and suddenly I'm surrounded by you,
now you come with the rain as well
I can't escape to embrace a life renewed.
I don't want to waste my thoughts on you,
I want to set every single memory on fire
smiling at the flames and the brilliant hue
as our years vanish in this funeral pyre.
I'm doing my best to wash you away
but I can't control what triggers the pain.
I woke up this morning with our memories at bay.
I woke up this morning, cursing the rain.
Poem used in "Lost Love" competition
torn from a dream of happiness without you;
a smile quickly soaked in pain
as a storm drenches my bright and blue
The memories come relentlessly rushing,
a slideshow of how much we've lost.
The weight on my heart is cruel and crushing,
I wasn't prepared for what it would cost.
There isn't a single tear left for me to cry
so I've decided to bleed and scream.
I only want to forget us, embrace the goodbye
and to live in these beautiful dreams.
A song, a place, a sound or smell
and suddenly I'm surrounded by you,
now you come with the rain as well
I can't escape to embrace a life renewed.
I don't want to waste my thoughts on you,
I want to set every single memory on fire
smiling at the flames and the brilliant hue
as our years vanish in this funeral pyre.
I'm doing my best to wash you away
but I can't control what triggers the pain.
I woke up this morning with our memories at bay.
I woke up this morning, cursing the rain.
Poem used in "Lost Love" competition
Published 28th Jun 2011
| Edited 6th Mar 2012
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29th Jun 2011 3:42am
Your words entice a split feeling, like walking on the blade between anger and sadness. All pain is based in sadness and when dealing with sadness you reach a point where the pain becomes anger.
"...There isn't a single tear left for me to cry so I've decided to bleed and scream..."
When I reached this point I saw myself presented with two paths. One of anger and one of sadness. Sadness is softly sobbing everything after because they don't want to heal, they're not ready to forget they only want to return. Anger is shouting everything after as though it wants you gone because they've started to heal. They're angry because everytime they start to get over the pain it comes back.
To me that makes the decision to scream as a beginning point for anger and an ending point for sadness. If you read it as sadness then the subject seems to be begging, pleading with their words. Whereas with anger it's more like expressing irritation that they're not being allowed to move on.
Just a personal reaction but either way you've done a phenomenal job. Especially being able to pull two such contrasting feelings from the same set of words.
It really is just a gorgeous piece.
"...There isn't a single tear left for me to cry so I've decided to bleed and scream..."
When I reached this point I saw myself presented with two paths. One of anger and one of sadness. Sadness is softly sobbing everything after because they don't want to heal, they're not ready to forget they only want to return. Anger is shouting everything after as though it wants you gone because they've started to heal. They're angry because everytime they start to get over the pain it comes back.
To me that makes the decision to scream as a beginning point for anger and an ending point for sadness. If you read it as sadness then the subject seems to be begging, pleading with their words. Whereas with anger it's more like expressing irritation that they're not being allowed to move on.
Just a personal reaction but either way you've done a phenomenal job. Especially being able to pull two such contrasting feelings from the same set of words.
It really is just a gorgeous piece.
30th Jun 2011 8:06pm
Thank you so much for understanding the conflicting emotion that I'm portraying. It's rare sometimes for people to "get it." Your work is absolutely astounding to me...your romanticism is absolutely beautiful, even in sadness.
2nd Jul 2011 5:41am
It's always nice to know that someone "gets it" as you say. And as always, thank you.
