Singing in the rain (by Milamai)

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Singing in the rain (by Milamai)
confusing this soul
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Paradise
I dared to dream of paradise
of the ocean crashing against the soaring cliffs
and the brilliant blue of a clear sky
the fruits scattered within my hands
and how everything was a beautiful lie
I dared to dream of paradise
of a tiny room I would never have to leave
with books laid out beneath my feet
the sense of peace within the air
and every cycle I would always repeat
I dared to dream of paradise
of a full mouth and silver tongue
and a mother to warm me in her arms
the feeling of love and whole in my soul
despite having lost it to false alarms
I dared to dream of paradise
when I was broken to the ground
and I thought i could rise up
not realizing the silent sounds
I thought that if I just reached
I'd be able to finally fly
but now I realize it's bleak
and to paradise I say goodbye
Just putting this out there
Hope
Through all the waves and darkened days
Where we sat with eyes squeezed shut
Breaths fogging in the air, cold
And lips blue with broken dreams
We look up beneath the sun’s rays
with hands bruised and cut
Waiting for a saviour, bold
But we’re clutching rotten seams
And to our rescue there are only screams
Our bodies sway in shallow gusts
Reaching for what we used to know
Long lost to the mountains
But still, we wait
We stare out greedily with our many lusts
But we’re buried beneath piles of snow
Frozen, in the raging fountains
Of karma we cannot sate
Until we become a blank slate
YELLOWSTONE-“…the mist surrounding the bison was because they had just crossed a river. Their body heat in the cold air caused the water to turn to vapor.”
GHOST BISON
“There’s really a very simple scientific expla–”
“GHOST BISON”
Minds Blind
Across the ending cries of truth and lies
We wish to find the light of stars and skies
But we’re too wrapped up in our sinning minds
To see the lies in all these bolder signs
And it isn’t too late but yet it is
To find the peace dissolved into the mist
That we yearn for so much in all of this
This rocky road that takes us to death’s kiss
Avarice pulling back all that we seek
As we plod toward futures all too bleak
Whispers between our lips to harm and scar
When will we reach the day it goes too far
A final stare into the lasting night
Everyone acts as if it’s such a fright
Bodies aching as we ignore our hearts
Why are we surprised when the river starts
We close our eyes against the changing clouds
Ignoring the sound of our woven shroud
Our fragile breathing of violent words
And crushing guilt of everything that hurts
The Creatures in The Dark
Beneath the moon
The caged bird sings
And crow begins to caw
The owl will hoot into the dark
Of the gaping shadows maw
Beneath the moon
The witches dance
And chant their hymns and spells
They sacrifice the young man's blood
And attempt to call for hell
Beneath the moon
The cats will hiss
And so the snakes will too
The moles will run but not for fun
And maybe so will you
Beneath the moon
A werewolf sits
And ghosts begin to scream
The dryad cries and tries to hide
Within the broken beams
Beneath the moon
In blanket forts
And tents all drawn inside
You listen for the sounds and calls
Of the night in for a ride
Beneath the moon
Beneath the sun
And in the inbetween
We dance amongst the dawn and dusk
And make sure we’re never seen
reflecting.
These woods ring with a shrill, sad cry, fading in the foggy pines.
He smells petrichor