Sky Welch Poems

I Fear the Rain!
The very sound of it is like nails to a chalk board
It has no mercy on people like me
when it rains I do not hear the soothing pitter patter, I hear screams
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Words of the heart I cannot speak, voices in my head they never leave. Pain felt deep in my soul does not escape, darkness penetrates, seeps through my cape.
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The limit to your existence.
Noone knows how long or short it is.
Noone can predict when you'll reach your end of the rope.
If you waste your life on dwelling on the past,
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Black is conciquence of evil
Black is punishment to horrors
Red is chaos through out eternity
Death comes with red
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A time of joy, a time of pain.
I time for laughter, a time for rain.
What we know as life has nothing for us to gain.
But strive little bunny.
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Heavy burdens weigh the mind, bind the heart chained inside. The salty sea of tears rise and form the clad of iron bars. A wont wit sadness overruns the body and darkens the soul.
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The strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack. The Alpha wolf houls at the moon, 'What shall you call me? ' The moon houls back, 'Timberwolf shall be your name. Timberwolf the strong and sturdy. Timberwolf the brave and mighty. Timberwolf whose mane shimmers in my light. Timberwolf shall I call you.' The newly named wolf speaks in his mind, 'What kind of a name is Timberwolf? '
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Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
Little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
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Joy is not the smile you see or the laughter in the air. It is not found in the birth of a child or the face of someone fair. Eyes do not see joy and ears do not hear. Nor hands that touch the skin of a virgin once in fear. Not taste or smell matches soft the true nature of joy.
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