your skin is like sand paper
rubbing me raw
you're words are like knives
piercing my soul
your eyes are like fire
burning straight through me
your love is like a rainy day
in a drought

I am a gray-sky afternoon.
I am all shades of wet asphalt.
The fierce battle between the droplets
of cool water and the warmth of the ground.
I am the white noise that envelops everything.
I live in a world of blurry reflections and subdued colors.
I look for feelings and thoughts.
I am inspired by anything that surrenders to whatever I sprinkle over them.
I live on a rainy day.

Tilt past the uncertain
I replied with the molten
form of my disillusion
that I want to leave a precaution
for a manner speaking,
I work like there's no beginning
nor end to what I offer
and the rest of my co-worker.
We'd trudge to get home
and the wanting to go alone.
Will the drizzle ever stop
or will the week gets tough?

i heard the gods,
they got angry again.
all of the passion
in the world in gone.
i live on top of bricks
and lay on a bed of sorrow.

forever i'm weeping
with the lonely.
all of the people, lonely.

how can i grow?
how can i get better?
out of the dark pit
that i once called my friend.

It's raining
and I see Yiska
in the assembly hall
after lunch

other kids are there
in groups or walking
utterly bored
a few prefects

wander about
on the look out
I go stand beside her
I hate the rain

she says
means we're stuck in
all break then
more boring lessons

the corridors
are packed too
kids passing
back and forth

teachers on
their way places
I say
she stares out

at the rain falling
can see you and talk
but that's it
too many eyes

to do anything else
she says
and the gym's
got kids in it

doing things on the ropes
and mats
keeping fit freaks
I see channels

of rain running
down the window pane
so close yet
so far

I say
meaning?
she says
both here close

but far from doing
anything
I say
she looks around her

at the kids passing
at the groups of girls
talking by the stage
a few boys

swapping cards
by the far off wall
I could have gone
home to lunch

but I didn't want
to get soaked
going home
so I stayed

she says
I recall the time
she took me home
to her place

and her mother
was in a mood
and said little
but I did get to see

Yiska's room
but that was all
just the bed there empty
and her mother calling

where are you
and I want to kiss
her beside me
but can't

what can
a 14 year old boy do?

Sometimes winter is warm,
Jumpers and coats bundle.

The whitewashed cottages,
Smoke in a blanket of sleet,

You could say most anytime,
Island weather is ghastly fine,

Windy rain comes and goes,
Summer can be awfully cold.

Sunny day
Cloudy day
Layabout in the house all day
Windy day
Rainy day
Woke up in a haze today
Happy day
Sad day
Back to work after a holiday