By midnight I just might reach Shang-Hai...
Dunno what has gotten into me these days but have been quite compelled to want to post my poetry crap online... aww well, something i wrote at work today... again.... have a nice day
With rain to guide the night:
The rain always looked best at night.
The droning pitter-patter on such a desolate highway.
Cars speeding faster in the downpour at times.
Uncaring drivers, weaving and turning, almost oblivious and impervious to climate.
The street howling from the cries of the gusts and sirens.
Reminded me of autumn, though in May, when the sun didn't beat so hard
and the rain ran on for days on in, for many... many days...
So tranquil those musky tears were tonight.
Wrought from some figment of hope or even God.
Weeping on the streets of the bible-belt town.
Be it of joy or suffering.
Those tears were cold, stining hard on my hands.
Maybe an overcast of what lays ahead.
Maybe a forecast of tommorrow.
But yet I felt none of the above.
As though those tears cleared me of thought.
An impassive train ride to a dreary asylum.
But I didn't feel dreadful, fearful, lonesome...
A calm came over me tonight.
A flickering strain of scattered light.
Flashing and tearing at the soil.
Violently gnashing, yet whispfully dancing along from field to field.
With drowning shadows behind me, I'm drawn to stratus light.
The cars seemed to gleem so radiantly, windows crackling under its weight.
With the cold wailing winds against my back,
The world came to a hault.
Not a sound, not a whisper.
Not a sound, not a whisper...