#writersandsaints

[chuckakot]

You stay shut and close your door to the world. But the world wasn’t everything that brought you down. You had someone else who did it. You kept loving him, and at night your eyes were wide awake waiting for tears to fall in your lovely face. You don’t deserve a man who make salty tears. You deserve to love a man who gives you the tears of joy.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

Why does the clouds stay closer to the sky? Is it because the clouds became the handkerchief and filter the sky’s tears to become the rain? Or is it the clouds cry only for nothing?

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

Don’t say you’re not ready. I can feel you’re almost ready. Love is always reserved to the coming of a new one. You were born to make love, and that love will take you to the heights your feet can't tread. Love is there to bridge the oceans to step on a new horizon. I tell you, be moved as soon as you are loved, and let the motion of the wind continue to shower you with the guidance to go on.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

This rain won’t stop falling, as if it will make the world bereave for good, soaked in sadness, bathed in blood for the love spilled over to sweet nothings. The loud outcry of the sky, on such thunderous evening will never allow the sun to shine. The sun will weep, and its tears devoured by its own flame. No one ever saw how the sun cried. But wait, go outside and wander to the shelves of the night, thereupon, and way up ahead, in the nativity of the polar skies, northern lights beamed with colors of green and opaque red, tandems of yellow and indigo which I thought and could've known the tears of the sun.

Chuck Akot