Rain

He: "well, i can’t stop the pain
when it calls
i’m a man
and i can’t stop the rain
when it falls, my darling
who can?"

Me: My darling, hold an umbrella.

Mine

Suddenly, Time stopped mattering and so did people.
You and me
And Music.
Need I say more?

Quench

You wanted water, I hope your thirst is quenched. Bye
The last message you wanted it to be. How could that happen? It's us after all.
I see you running, towards her and away from me. And you tell me you're standing right there, only trying to build her world again. And what about mine? Are you okay with crushing it with your foot?
I've always been possessive of love. Since I was little, if anyone touched my mom, I would make angry faces at them and bang my own head against the floor. Maybe you're right, I haven't grown up. And maybe when I grow up, I'll kill. Well you also never know who I am talking about here.
So busy trying to build her world that those 3 words just slipped out did they? So easily, when all my trust and insecurities were in those 3 words, how could you just go give them away? Add another word to that and it would still be true. 4 words. 4, my lucky number. Ha.
And then you say I didn't mean it, does she know that? I am tempted to run to her, and tell her myself, stay away, you're only a season. Don't take away the rest of the seasons of his love and his life.
If this means I'm insecure, maybe I am, maybe I always will be. Was Acceptance the part you missed out?
I've cut and pasted parts of life for you and this last thread I'm hanging on after the terrible way it was severed. For you. For you being six, divided by the two of us, making it 3, your lucky number
I do understand math.
And I do love you,
But I'm still thirsty.

Edging to the End

When people used to say things have just begun, I used to believe them. Believe them with all I had. I liked beginnings. But then, I was a dreamer. I believed in happy endings and a knight in shining armour, among other innocent things. Now, it feels like things only begin to end sometime. That's the first thought that enters into my head 'Shit, now that it's begun, when's it gonna end?'
This is what you've turned me into. I'm taking my liberties in blaming and criticizing you, because not in a million years are you going to read this. Finally letting go and breaking open. You've got a hardcore romantic believing in bitter endings instead of happily ever afters. How could you have the heart to do that? Kill the child within a person and develop a hard bitter person. Bitter. That's what I am.
But for some reason you love this person? I question your mere existence. What the hell are you? You love the dark and dirty side of me, and not the innocent squeaky clean side which everyone does. Is that what makes you different?
Is that what makes me love you?
'You're Dependent', you say. Dependent for the plain fact that I love you? HOW?
I'm questioning so many things to the open universe, waiting with my mouth and arms wide open for answers. I'm screaming, wailing. But to no freaking avail. I'm still thirsty. If this means the end, just give it to me. I'd rather just grieve than feel nothing at all.
And for all that you've done, in turning me into this person, The one thing you haven't done is, how what happens in between?
I'm trying to close my eyes and get through this. Help me out

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"  Sylvia Plath

What's in a name? Shakespeare's sonnet..

Juliet

 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;--
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title:--Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Angel set free..

For Jaymala Ma'am,

You left too soon, before we could say goodbye. 

We miss you Ma'am.. :(

A life of physical existence comes to an end,

We're left to ourselves, to fend,

Because you're here nomore,

But you've left a legacy behind to show,

that we are your students Ma'am, we will stand tall,

through it all, we will not fall.

You are alive within each one of us,

and You will be forever,

when things get tough,

and people say 'never',

You are the reason,

we'd stand up again,

through every season,

through sun or rain.

The confidence You gave us,

to solve every problem,

will remain etched in our minds,

like every logarithm.

Your smile,

it made us smile too.

Photographed in our hearts forever,

So divine, so true.

Your Open laugh,

still echoes in our ears,

And when you're looking from above,

You'll know we are fighting back tears..

If we, could come there too,

I know we would,

Back to learning physics,

Just for you, I wish we could.

This isn't only a dedication,

from us to you Ma'am,

It is also a compilation,

of every feeling we cram,

Into our little hearts,

of which you are a huge peice,

Yes, We miss you..

That is to say the least.

And when we are feeling down and low,

wondering why you had to go,

You'll still be here, 

shining, with your eternal glow

That light above the darkened seas,

the Star shining through the trees,

You are our angel, finally set free...