The sky gift's me, ever so often, with something I've loved for as long as my memory serves me. As a child, having climbed chairs that now reach barely reach my thighs, I would pray as soon as the sky lost its bright blue to golden," Oh God, I hope it rains tomorrow."

Then my mother would chime, "It's mid-July sweetheart, it wont be raining anytime soon."

Yet, the very next day, I would find myself seated in front of the grilled metal window of our third story apartment like clockwork, praying with every inch of my soul for rain once more.

Over time my affection towards this natural phenomenon only grew, I romanticize its existence; how it falls from heights my arms can never reach, with grace strong enough to shame ballet- within its small structure; to merge with the Earth it soo dearly loves. Traveling from the heavens to leave its imprints on it.

Sometimes Destructive, sometimes Fruitful.

It's blue electric webs of light, branching as far as it can grasp, its desperation to initiate its intimacy with its pair. It's voice forcing the sky tremble and tear.

It's peace, its fury, its glory, its bitter salute- cold against my bare skin as I sit under its umbrella.

How its perfection resonates with something soo deep in my core, it leave me comatose.

Paralysingly Beautiful

Absolutely Smitten

Terribly Addicting

If I were to describe a perfect day, it would resemble something like so:

A cloudy, grey afternoon- the ones where you can't tell weather its day or night

Sitting on a warm bed, surrounded by dimly lit lights, a soft Sonata to compliment the hitting of raindrops against the window shade

My back arched over my journal, my hair pulled back as I describe my love for it: the Rain

My face towards it as it blows cold kisses through the ajar glass of my aperture.

Telling me how it loves me, just as much as it loves the brown and green of this sphere I inhabit.

Give me strength

To keep soldiering on

Against the grain

Against it all

Give me strength

I look around

The power of power

How loud it sounds

Give me strength

The power of love

The power of Revolution

On sacred ground

Give me strength

The prophecy unfolds

And I wish I knew my part

Within it all

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I was flailing in the ocean, drowning

Looking for anything to hold on to

I was flailing in my mind and memories

Hoping to prove that my bruises were true

All I needed was to love and be loved

All I needed was to know what love was

But I found the strength in secret cobwebs

We drown in the world’s blood, we will help us ———

I was a fool, a rebellious teen

Now I’m woman and all that I’ve been

It still belongs to the proletariat

Everything I can I still will give them

I’m not a fool, though rebellious still

Everything I am is guided by their will

So if the nobles wanna bloody it

All of my blood will fucking drown them

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I know I’ll be crucified for these words

Jesus didn’t help me love my neighbour

The only way that I can show true love

Is by making my life fight the power

I’ve tried to force myself to get married

And to have children and all those warm things

But I’ve never wanted that kind of life

I feel in love when I’m writing something

———

I was a fool, a rebellious teen

Now I’m woman and all that I’ve been

It still belongs to the proletariat

Everything I can I still will give them

I’m not a fool, though rebellious still

Everything I am is guided by their will

So if the nobles wanna bloody it

All of my blood will fucking drown them

———

I will find out what the spark of life is, one day

I will find out how to heal a heart that’s broken

I will find out how to burn oppression away

I will find out how to win the revolution

All I can learn is in the children who can’t play

All I can learn is in the broken smile you make

All I can learn is in the way that the trees sway

All I can learn is in the resounding earthquake

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I was a fool, a rebellious teen

Now I’m woman and all that I’ve been

It still belongs to the proletariat

Everything I can I still will give them

I’m not a fool, though rebellious still

Everything I am is guided by their will

So if the nobles wanna bloody it

All of my blood will fucking drown them

———

There are secrets people have sacrificed all to keep

These are secrets all the people carry, buried deep

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I want you to keep teaching things they’ve forbidden

I can’t help but hate the love I’ve been given

I know you want me in your home

But my heart it just has to roam

But I still wanna learn the secrets they’ve hidden

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I know there is something, made from joy and from pain

I know that that something is full of hate and the rain

I know it is made of love, made from justice, beneath, above

I know there is something, made from joy and from pain

———

I want you to keep teaching things they’ve forbidden

I can’t help but hate the love I’ve been given

I know you want me in your home

But my heart it just has to roam

But I still wanna learn the secrets they’ve hidden

———

I know there is something, that flows through both of our hearts

And even if it kills me, I’ll bring to life all our parts

I know it is full of life, full of justice, within all strife

I know there is something, that flows through both of our hearts

———

I want you to keep teaching things they’ve forbidden

I can’t help but hate the love I’ve been given

I know you want me in your home

But my heart it just has to roam

But I still wanna learn the secrets they’ve hidden

———

They love individualism

They love power, their constitution

They love hiding the blood they’ve spilled

I love seeing the monarchs killed

They love blaming the heartbroken

They love all of the hate they’ve spoken

They love keeping our heads bowed

They can hurt me, I won’t be cowed

They can fill my lungs with blood

They can rain down a fire flood

But I’ll respond with a hundred times more force

More brutality, more infinity, more coarse

I’ll respond with a hundred times more force

More brutality, more infinity, more coarse

———

I want you to keep teaching things they’ve forbidden

I can’t help but hate the love I’ve been given

I know you want me in your home

But my heart it just has to roam

But I still wanna learn the secrets they’ve hidden

———

I will find that something, hiding somewhere away

I will keep the secret, away from the light of day

I will make the whole world change, make it love, unrestrained

I will find that something, hiding somewhere away

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I’m trying to think of ways to say

You look pretty today

Not a word, not even a sound

Oh god you’re not even around