Rain poem illustration
I drew a magical illustration to accompany the rain poem. Thank you Microsoft Paint.
Sarah
Rain poem
What is it about the rain.
Maybe because it is the only thing left that man cannot touch.
Its anger may kill us
and there is nothing we can do.
It makes one feel small
to know the rain,
the lightning, the thunder.
The largeness of it all
envelops the sun
until even the tallest building
casts no shadow.
Everybody runs from the rain.
Everybody hides.
The ones who embrace the rain are anomalies.
To stand in the rain
is to stand alone.
There is a stereotype that these are the ones who know how to live.
No. These are the ones who turn to embrace
their own destruction.
And in doing so,
they live more brightly.
Under the flickering lightning
only they
cast shadows.
Poem #45263562
How to Blog
First you go through a lot of work to make a website
Then you realize you have no idea who you are
And it takes a sense of self
To blog
Whoops
All that working on being Tao
All that losing the ego
Is strangely detrimental to blogging
Blogging is about throwing your opinions around
Blogging is about knowing
Blogging is about showing off
Blogging is about trying to change the world
Well
Fuck that shit
This blog means nothing
And maybe that way
It’ll be a little bit nicer than most
That’s my hope
Oops I accidentally hoped.
A Day of Days Indeed
First post.
I’m writing a blog because my family and friends told me I should write a blog. What a fool I am.
This will be a place for me to post poetry, art, and thought. It’s not going to be any fun if it isn’t honest. Brace yourself for a lot of swearing and a LOT of penises.
Here’s what’s been on my mind this week:
Ooh, I’m drawing a blank. This is very Tao. Nothing to be ashamed of.
This is indeed a day among other days. My favorite part of today was the way it happened.
