she took the painkillerand drank a bottle of waterthought all the screams that stuck on her headwould go away as she laid on bedher eyes were so blackand her soul was pale blueshe was there, alone in the darkbut not a single body knewshe smiled, but rippedshe kept all the wounds, and not ever lived
And in the street people stop and take shelterI like it when it rains hardAnd I watch it through my windowI like it when it rains hardAnd I can stand beneath dark skies pouring rainsAnd I cryAnd no one will noticeI like it when it rains hardAnd my insecurities fade awayI like it when it rains hardI will run outside and walk for an hour or twoAway from homeTo look for rainbowI like it when it rains hardAnd it is so coldLike I feel
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --Gravitates within --Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --Bit it stir -- alone --Each -- its difficult IdealMust achieve -- Itself --Through the solitary prowessOf a Silent Life --Effort -- is the sole condition --Patience of Itself --Patience of opposing forces --And intact Belief --Looking on -- is the DepartmentOf its Audience --But Transaction -- is assisted
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the waterLike dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air:Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.