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Rain Covered Streets

By Patrick Rain | May 17, 2016 - 12:04 am |January 18, 2017 Poetry

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The sly sullen sky,
Raining, crying,
Spoiled with a black dye,

Empty and squalid,
Humans home – locked,
Their eyes reflecting in the windows,

The Door’s Voice

By Patrick Rain | May 15, 2016 - 11:29 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

The creaking from the attic,
It was subtle – light,
There was no one home,
It was an old, very old night,

The TV downstairs was on – rambling,
The windows were clouded – dark,
The doors open wide,
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A Hue of Daydreams

By Patrick Rain | May 14, 2016 - 12:20 am |January 18, 2017 Poetry

The color of hope,
A soft blemish,
That’s lightly embellished,

A hue of daydreams,
That burns with aspirations,
That never withers in frustration,

The Harmless Mixture of Torment II | Short Story

By Patrick Rain | May 13, 2016 - 9:53 pm |January 18, 2017 Short Stories

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The grass was whispering with a subtle but noticeable rhythm. Its voice was soft and light, but from time to time, a screech tore through the tranquility. Nathaniel was tottering forward in a trance. His step were light, and he was wobbling in congruence with … Continue reading →

Resonance in the Air

By Patrick Rain | May 11, 2016 - 11:55 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

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A resonance that sounds in the distance,
It draws anyone closer,
And down the tortuous treacherous trail,

Guiding leading – misleading,
With its charm,
It leads anyone down the path
It ushers you onward – on a path into oblivion,

Up Above

By Patrick Rain | May 10, 2016 - 12:39 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

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I look at the world,
Slowly withering,
But not giving up,

My warm touch,
Awaiting everyone in the morning,
Giving a nudge – “Get up, silly!”

Closed Eyes

By Patrick Rain | May 9, 2016 - 12:09 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

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With eyes closed,
Things can be vividly seen,
Memories,

Through life They are collected,
And within the mind recollected,
Again and again,

The Week’s End

By Patrick Rain | May 8, 2016 - 11:33 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

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Monday is the star,
That leads the rest,
A parade that’s eternal – repeating,

The time lives on –
Work chores responsibilities –
Until it’s Friday and for a second,
it stops.

The Storm

By Patrick Rain | May 8, 2016 - 1:57 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

The momentum of the storm,
The thunder raging on –
Clouds cover the horizon,

The darkness corrupts the sky,
These shadows collide –
Until it’s over,
And light pierces the sky.

Amusement

By Patrick Rain | May 7, 2016 - 9:41 pm |January 18, 2017 Poetry

Laugh! Laugh all you want,
It’s healthy for you,
After all.

A chuckle and a snicker,
Nothing better brightens the world,