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The rain woke me up today...

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The rain woke me up today...

Pounding at my window slanted sideways trying to get in through the seal.

The deep swelling of my anger building repulsed that I could not shut off this alarm clock.

This fucking wake up call, to a flooded parking lot.

All the rage inside me brimming to the rim like the nasty city water bubbling down the gutters.

Ripping the branches from the trees and lifting rocks out of their beds.

Fury echoing down in pounding hail, and head splitting thunder.

Wake up bitch!

I am bigger than you!

Stinging fat drops of rain say.

And so I fester in my hatred.

Swirling in my whirlpool of flood waters.

Of weather advisories.

As far as I can see the sky touches the ground with its smoky humid rain.

And the ground bounces back as if in rejection, repelling the water down the slopes of asphalt.

Clogging the concrete sewers and dirty creeks with rubbish.

Water backs up like the rage in my body.

Pounding my inner recesses with the foul apprehension, that has been growing whilst my pre-determined resolve has been playing in the sunshine.

And the lighting cracks open the sky, splintering the faith I have built in balance.

Revealing to me the dark tide that still rips away at any solidity within me.

The anger that resides deep in the core of my being.

I want to scream at the sky in response to its authority…

Fuck you!

To fling my bird high into the sky!

But I know that it is pointless.

That inane actions like that, could push me over the edge and into the depths of insanity.

Into the swirling currents that will wash me out to sea.

Dragging me down into the aquatic darkness where my voice will be drowned and the wrath that has taken my spirit will make me drinks gulps of brackish water.

Burning my lungs for eternity.

My vehemence turns sour…

Mocking the smell of pissed off rain.

I make no attempt to hide my lividity.

I steam just as the air does.

I go out and feel the nasty little ice barbs strike my bare skin.

Taunting me.

Reminding me I’m not in charge.

Surging my emotions forth with the roll of thunder,

I stand there until I can take no more.

My face is lined resentment and regret, my body aches with the knowledge that I arbor such animosity in the depths of my own inner ocean…

Waves crash over me as a retreat from the torrent of repugnant raindrops.

Confronted by this storm of truth I am silenced in my ferocity.

Sunk by the weight of my conscience.

I invite the tide to pull me out to the briny sea.

To pickle me with this look of condemnation on my face.

I watch the storm outside my window with foggy cataracts, and the cascade of rain seems to pour through my body.

Backing up and breaking dams.

Bursting through the barrages I have decorated with sand and flowers.

Removing the temporary foundation I have worked so hard to import.

The clouds darken while daylight hours are cut short, slaughtered by the storm's supremacy.

And I listen to the rain, take over everything.

I listen to it saturate my world.

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This poem was very intense. I enjoyed some of your word pictures, such as "As far as I can see the sky touches the ground with its smoky humid rain./And the ground bounces back as if in rejection, repelling the water down the slopes of asphalt."...

This poem was very intense. I enjoyed some of your word pictures, such as "As far as I can see the sky touches the ground with its smoky humid rain./And the ground bounces back as if in rejection, repelling the water down the slopes of asphalt." Very good.

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If I could say one thing though, maybe the emotions of rage were a bit overstated. Obviously, the rain was a metaphor but I couldn't really determine for what. Maybe you decided to leave it unsaid?

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P.S. I still haven't determined why this venom runs so deep in my veins either... there was no catalyst for my animosity...

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Thank God you have the rage- Remember Dylans words!!! but you don't have to just rage against the dying of the light, you can rage with the rain that brought you into this stormy life. I know you now -I can see you! The care (Clear)- The love...

Thank God you have the rage- Remember Dylans words!!! but you don't have to just rage against the dying of the light, you can rage with the rain that brought you into this stormy life. I know you now -I can see you! The care (Clear)- The love (The light)- The pain (The dark)-Life(The Rain). You know wicked what happens to the light without the dark- it's just to fucking bright. Nothing is perfect in this world "except" for these emotions within us, you want to be a "Great Writer" Then let the rain mix with the darkness and the light, mix the clear with a foggy night, and pray they never leave you! Especially the (Anger) the brewmaster within us, for this is what makes a writers life hotter and more exuberant, those emotional moments which gives us this obtruse slant on life. Just my opinion, yours truly; the igniter.

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Thanks for your feedback Joshua The anger in this piece is genuine and if I could've made it more intense I would've... it was one of those days where if I could've ripped the mountains out of their sockets I would have, just to laugh at the...

Thanks for your feedback Joshua The anger in this piece is genuine and if I could've made it more intense I would've... it was one of those days where if I could've ripped the mountains out of their sockets I would have, just to laugh at the bastards left to swim for it while the ocean filled the earth. I suppose the rain is a metaphor for the lack of control I have over this rage... I can't stop the rain... I can't determine when the storm will start, how long it will last, or what destruction it will leave in it's wake. It is a poem about surrender ultimately... and honesty... that these storms are still on my horizon.

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Thank-you Dan for your fire-starting words of wisdom Without my "rage" I am not me! I search for balance inside... but there are times when I need to just ride the rapids and see where I spill out. Water to me equals life- It affects me on...

Thank-you Dan for your fire-starting words of wisdom Without my "rage" I am not me! I search for balance inside... but there are times when I need to just ride the rapids and see where I spill out. Water to me equals life- It affects me on multiple levels and sometimes I'm sure that it is the pull of the planets that cause my tide to rise... I dream of water on almost daily basis and so when I awoke to this storm outside my window, it mirrored and then amplified the fury already growing inside me I wanted to ask you about doing a piece with me... lmk if you'd be interested... you can contact me via e-mail through this site if you might want to write with me...

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true story. friday morning where i live was a beautiful moment that is hard to duplicate for several reasons. here was the situation: the temperature was warm; the rain falling was just as warm. my yard...fenced in. and my roommate...dead asleep...

true story. friday morning where i live was a beautiful moment that is hard to duplicate for several reasons. here was the situation: the temperature was warm; the rain falling was just as warm. my yard...fenced in. and my roommate...dead asleep from a night of boozing. i proceeded to stand (w/o the constriction of garments), arms outstretched, staring up into the sky letting the rain run down my body. it was the perfect rainfall - not too hard, but hard enough it massaged the skin. i've only had the opportunity for this a few times in my life. every element was there to experience complete liberation of the soul. why i tell you this i don't know, other than to perhaps look at the rain from a different perpsective, to embrace it (even if it's only one time). embracing it may help you find some serenity when these powerful waves of anger overcome you. when all else fails, i encourage fighting back. do the same thing but yell as loud as you can that the rain doesn't control you, b/c eventually, the rain will cease, and you will be back in control...

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Yes, it's sound great, I'll be in touch.

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