poem:
Rain
the calming sound of the rain that blesses our ears.

Our shoes colliding with the pools of water on the ground,

And us dancing in the rain,
Just like we're under a cold shower.

The clouds as gloomy as your eyes,
And the rain falling upon our skin,

Droplets of rain sprinkling down on us.

It was like we were the only ones alive.

But she has promises to keep,

After cake, she drifts to sleep.

Sweet dreams come out from an angel’s reach.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in her head,

She eats her jam with lots of bread,

Ready for the day ahead.

Simile: He never fails to instill fear in others, the grown woman he preyed on was timid and scared, just like a little girl starting her first day at kindergarten.

Imagery: Chelsea danced by the sidewalk where the carpeted grass laid.

Poetry:

The words that leave your tongue,

They cut worse than that knife you used to lacerate me.

Yes, those words, they really stung.

Oh, come on! I just want to be free.

Please stop what you’re doing to my brain,

‘Cause you’re going to drive me insane!

Don’t leave me alone, isolated from the world.

My whole world has been swirled.

Trapped in a place of darkness,

I no longer see any light.

I couldn’t live any longer regardless,

This world gives me a fright.

Never knew of pain like this,

But I’ve got to know.

Honestly, something seems amiss.

This torture you’re putting me through, it’s so slow.

I have lost the ability to laugh.

My brain makes up an escape from reality,

To get away from all this brutality.

I grip onto my calf.

I can’t stand all this pain, 

There is something wrong in my brain.

I just wanna die,

I guess it’s time to say goodbye.

Standing on the ledge,

Ready to be dead.

From now on, I will make a pledge.

When I die, I will no longer dread.

That life that I leave behind when I am dead.

(So long. o-o)

The man with emotional issues destined to cry.

Sadness, there’s no one else to blame 

For the emotions you make are always the same.

Sadness. It isn’t your fault, she is the one who left you.

She left without knowing how special you are.

Is a farmland,

Has farmers, crops, mountains and an atmosphere,

Farmers are collecting many harvest crops during this season,

The crops looks like dancing around when they just born,

They’re happy like there're on top of the earth,

For farmers are vacuums, 

They will clear every single crop in this farmland,

Down the corps slowly to be vanish

Then nothing left around the farmland,

Just a no-man land,

Not be sad,

The crops are back,

From the farmers planting them back.