Here in the open my body I lay
gazing upon somber tumult of gray
clouds in spectacular ashen display

I pity them giants, they are likened with sadness
little do people know that they cry out of gladness

they dance out of mirth
tranquil downpour to the earth

I pity them giants, people only notice the stroke of sunlight
in their abate

they rejoice to know that thereafter a rainbow will follow
the end of their woe

I pity them giants, they are remembered for their might
not for the serenity and vivacity they provide

I pity them giants
for they are destined to fall
to fragment into droplets
to lose life to give life for all.

in the open they start to fall.

You who goes by "Lonely"
Yes you, who reads these rhymes
Please pause here for a moment
I won't take much of your time

You see my friend, I'm lonely too
In the dark with paper and pen
So I'm writing you this poem
and signing it "Your Friend"

Though I'll prob'ly never see you
nor ever know your name
I do not need to see your face
nor know your cash and fame

I do not care what color you are
how short or tall or fat
I'm weary of all these parties and creeds
So, for a moment, forget all of that

Yes you, dear friend, forget with me
Inhale this moment serene
where we are not opinions or castes
Just two humans with two glowing screens

Be human with me, simple and pure
For a moment breathe deep and feel free
then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme
Perhaps write a poem for me.

Signed,
Your Friend

He'd been running for days
trampling every flower he could

  He despised flowers you see,
they proved no purpose
no worth.
But they  loved flowers more than him
he had worth, at least more than flowers-
                                    didn't he?

It always started
with the sensation of
                      hands
they clawed at each other
enough to draw blood
till she lost sensation of all
                      but hands.

The rain fell,
from the storm no too high above
But little did she notice
because-    the sensation of
            hands.

Her soul was ripping
She was dying
Her eyes raining
Her body shattering
but-

         The Sensation of Hands.

I already have,
        I'll always be looking
You just have to let me find you