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I have a frozen rain in a glass jar. A regiment of raindrops. Carefully synchronized. The droplets are always in the state of falling. So that the rain goes on forever.
I often step into the glass. I look for you, dear girl. Behind one of those raindrops. I walk carefully through the rough, uneven passage between two raindrops or three. Sometimes, it’s too dense. I take extra care to keep myself dry. You’d need my warmth when I’d find you in the rain. Too wet. Drenched.
Do you remember how you had hidden yourself behind a tear once? Said you can’t waste more fountains than this.
“Weeping is sacrilege,” you had said “if you can’t drink your tears.”
I’ve drank it all now. I’ve drank my own tears. I’ve drank the tears of all who’ve wept in our town. I’ve drank up some of their blood too. And I think I’ve drank up all the rain before it could sprinkle on their palms. And their closed eyelids.
When some of it froze in front of my own eyes, I put it in a glass jar. I brought it home. For you, dear girl. See, the rain goes on forever in the jar.
See, I’m home.
See, I’ve forgotten nothing.
See, I still remember you and me sitting on the verandah in some humid, moonlit night. Your head resting on my shoulder as your voice, moist, melts deep into the night –
“One of these days, I’ll make you call the plumber. One of our taps shall be broken and our bathroom shall be overflowing in water.”
And we laugh. Together.
I often step into the glass. I look for you, dear girl. Behind one of those raindrops. I walk carefully through the rough, uneven passage between two raindrops or three. Sometimes, it’s too dense. I take extra care to keep myself dry. You’d need my warmth when I’d find you in the rain. Too wet. Drenched.
Do you remember how you had hidden yourself behind a tear once? Said you can’t waste more fountains than this.
“Weeping is sacrilege,” you had said “if you can’t drink your tears.”
I’ve drank it all now. I’ve drank my own tears. I’ve drank the tears of all who’ve wept in our town. I’ve drank up some of their blood too. And I think I’ve drank up all the rain before it could sprinkle on their palms. And their closed eyelids.
When some of it froze in front of my own eyes, I put it in a glass jar. I brought it home. For you, dear girl. See, the rain goes on forever in the jar.
See, I’m home.
See, I’ve forgotten nothing.
See, I still remember you and me sitting on the verandah in some humid, moonlit night. Your head resting on my shoulder as your voice, moist, melts deep into the night –
“One of these days, I’ll make you call the plumber. One of our taps shall be broken and our bathroom shall be overflowing in water.”
And we laugh. Together.
Literature
Titles of my poems, prose, and philosophies
Titles of my poems, prose, and philosophies
1. GREEN: Club Envy
2. GREEN: The Emerald Lady
3. Love and Loyalty
4. Knowledge
5. More To A Woman
6. Evil Levi
7. Lust and Greed
8. Greed and Lust
9. The Locklears
10. Our Father
11. Corrupt Avenue (was originally named Scum City)
12. Chocolate Swirl
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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five people who mean a lot
a: thanks for teaching me how to laughsometimes it is nice to get lost in rolling laughter and hysterical giggles. around you i'm unconscious of worldly things as our jubilance brings me to greater heights and it becomes easier, and also desirable, to live in our moments.
c: your passion can ignite my sometimes dry-stick souland you know better than most that i'm not the kind that sits around the bonfire, but with you i'm reminded that there's more to life than the to-do list and i can relegate it to kindling as we roast marshmallows on its remains.
a: you've always had my back, my darling, and it can't be easy. i'm fairly heavy
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I love your short sentences; they just work so well.