Finally, Rain´s Poems...

Ok, so, this is one I made a long long time ago..

The Vampire

I walked down the streets with your hand holding mine
I felt safe
Happy and
Alive

Your smile was bright
and shining like the sun
The sky was pale blue
With no clouds swiming on the land

It was a cold day, thought
It was spring
Some leaves were growing on the trees
but they were black...
I meditate that for some minutes as you kissed my head saying
'everything is ok...'

I hadnt say a word
how did you knew I was worried about that strange fact?
I keep walking and suddenly it was night
'what the...' I started to say. But you didnt let me finish
you bited my neck

I opened my eyes realizing it had been just a dream
you are out of the window waiting for me
and I ask myself this question:
'are you what I think you are?'

And another, that was on the other forum, but I wanted to bring it here....

When Their soul was born
it was separate in two equeal parts
One was a woman
the other a man
One was taken to London
The other one to Spain
He grew saying 'Hola'
The girl saying 'Hey'
They both had a bad childhood
and so was their teenages
One day he turned 21
The same day as the girl
He traveled to London
He had to work.
They saw each other one day
He had green eyes, she had greys
That puszzled him, he had never seen that before
He smiled and went to the hall
the music was playing,
she was sitting on the floor
'Hi' she said
'Hola' he said
He helped her to stand up
and gave her his hand
she accepted it and they started to dance
they understood each other perfectly
they were finally together
the two twin souls

Rose

the toy maker is happy
he finished another toy
its a doll
its called Rose

Rose its a brunnet doll
big brown eyes
white pail skin
the toy maker speaks to he doll
"everything will be allright at your new home"

the doll smiles
her face smiles
her heart smiles too.

first day on her new home
she is presented to the kids as "Rose, The new doll"
but, guess what?
Rose isnt as the rest of the dolls
Rose is different.

Nobody wants to play with Rose
Rose is on the corner, Watching
with her brown plastic eyes,
and her red plastic heart
and her invisible plastic doll feelings

guess what?
dolls have feelings too.

and finally
somehow
some kids notice her
a blond kid takes her from the heart...
and throws her to the mud.
plastic tears fall down her plastic cheeks for the first time.
a brunete kid takes her from the hand
and push her to the wall
plastic tears fall down her plastic cheeks for the second time
and so on
and so on

so, one night, while waching the moon
she remembers the toy makers words
and the times when she was a happy new doll.
she cryes all night long
will her plastic heart support another day
with those boys?

the sun comes up
a new day has come

her plastic hands tremble
her plastic heart trembles
but on her lips a smile is show
so she is a happy doll

the doll smiles
her face smiles
her heart cryes.
and falls apart
when she sees the kids enter the class

the end of this is very simple

one day the toy maker entered the class
Rose was deaf and blind
she couldnt hear hope words
she couldnt see love has entered the door
she only could see the white walls, the mudd, and the floor.

the toy maker saw her in such state
he took her to another place
hoping
her little plastic heart
wasnt too broken to start over again

Window View

I see the moon,
through my window
it brings me hopes
it brings me winsdom

at night she keeps all the atention
I like her more than the sun
she gives everyone light
but she doesent burn your eyes

the moon is like a mirror
she shows you light
because you must shine
she gives me strengh
even when you cant find your way

last night I felt alone
and no one could give me confort
but when she came out on the sky
I felt she was trying to make me feel alive

Dead
my eyes opened
my lips separete a bit
I look around
Im in a bed

everything is brown
there is a bonne
and there is a worm
I ask myself
where am I?

I look up,
all I can see is brown
a fish skeleton is there
and some gold coins too

Im holding a dead rose
on my white hands
Im wearing my best clothes
a black dress
and a perl necklase

now I understand
I am dead
Im under earth
Im in my grave

good night little clown

there was once a clown
a young and cute clown
who made everyone laught

his face was white as snow
his eyes were gray as the clouds
and his hair was red as blood

he never knew his family
he was alone in this big world
during night he smiled to his teddy bear
and maid him said: good night little clown

tears were born in his eyes
wishing the family he never had
even when he was asleep
the fear grew inside of him

then one day
blood came out of his little mouth
he couldnt scream for help
he couldnt do anything
and so that day
he was dead

now when I go to the cementery
and I sit down near his grave
I give him roses
I smile at him
and say one thing he had always wish me to say
good night little clown

This was inspired from this Victoria frances picture...

Wind
I had been air as long as I can remember
I had trabelled through london and paris
I had seen all a wind can see

I had made the flowers move
I had made the leaves fall
I had been here and there
but never in your heart

I had been quiet when the sun asked me to
I had been silent when the rain asked me to
but when the clouds apear
I have to be a fighter
to do what a wind does
cause when you apear
is like beeing in a war

I thought I would never die
I thought I would live forever
but one day you came
and shut me like never

you are the sun
you are the rain
and you are the clouds
so please
just let me be

The Moon

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I thought the world was my house
and that I would always be welcome to it
but it turned to be
Home is where I feel I want to be

sometimes the clouds feel the sky
then I feel the earth wants me to come
othertimes the sun is out
and I dont have another choise
than be inside

when the moon comes out
and the sun finally hides
I feel the world is waiting
to me to come

the night is my house
my house is my shelter
my shelter is my heart
and the heart belongs to the world
cause, the world awaits.

You're poems are amazing!

Thanks a lot! You are so nice