Tears In The Rain

It’s been days; no it’s been a fraction of two weeks.

Since then I have been walking around as tears

Cascade down my face, but who can see me

I pretend I am in control now

I avoid not falling apart because if that rain

Starts falling it is hard to hold back.

You can see tears in the rain

No matter how hard I try

They wont see anything

Only the rain in my eyes.

See I have waited for that storm to come

So I could hide my tears in the falling rain.

Here I am walking in the countryside

My umbrella keeping the rain from crashing,

But deep inside it’s a whirling wind of emotions.

My heart is breaking, the pain unbearable.

You’re the angel up above

Holding me close from falling face down.

I couldn’t blame you for leaving

You had your own tears to mend.

The time has come now

I’m letting go now.

The rain’s going to fall down and they wont see my pain

I see our lives flashing by us in a ray of hope,

Just a glimmer of something to stop the tears in the rain.

Hold onto our memories that was once our forever,

How ironic is it that the very rain that we once played in,

Is now the very thing that’s making me cry?

Tears in the rain.

C Davids Copyright 26/07/2011


Author Notes :
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
~Author Unknown



My Entry for Poets Rally week#49

Jingle Poets Rally #49

Elmer The Elephant

Elmer The Elephant

It’s been a tough life for Elmer as she's been walking for miles on end; her trunk was starting to feel dry as she saw the little one walking side by side.

Her long trunk gently smacked against her little ones back that he stopped turning his head up towards his mother.

The little elephant stood still as he made his mother stopped too.

He looked at her with that face of curiosity that sparked his eyes.

"Mamma." The little elephants asked.

"Yes my little champ." Elmer replied.

"Do you think elephants goes to heaven.” The little one was anxiously looking at her with his eyes slightly tint to the sky.

"Yes they do." She says as they both started to hover near a Willow Tree keeping the heat away from them.

The little one sits and wait anticipated after his mother’s tales, she use to tell him a lot of tales of his ancestors out in Africa. He always thought that being out in the wild was much better than being in the zoo.

"Really." He starts to get exited.

"Son we are all created by God whether we elephant or lion. When your father left us to go up to heaven you were still a little champ."

"Is that why you call me champ." He asks.

"Yes smarty pants." She lifts up her trunk and brings the little one closer.

"But mamma why did he have to go so soon." He asks. She could hear that his voice started to quiver. And a lonely tear started to fall down his eye onto the ground as he lays his head down.

"Sweetheart it wasn't easy for him to leave us. He was very sick and there was nothing anyone could do." She said in a soft comforting voice.

She knew that one-day his going to grow up and wanting to know why all these years that it’s only been the two of them.

"Just know this that your father is watching over us from heaven. He is with you each and every day and he's so proud of the elephant you've become. Just know that whatever happens in this life that the next one you will always have a part of him inside of you." She makes sure he looked in her eyes that he would never have to feel less of his fathers love.

"Mamma I will see him one day won't I." He asked in that voice of a child wanting surety.

"Yes champ you will." She said.

"Yay now can we go get some food I'm starving." As they start to walk near the river just off the side of the riverbank.

Sometimes in life we go through hardships we lose love ones. And we always wonder why they leave us, will we see them again. As this little elephant got his answer that yes his father is up in heaven and that yes he will see him when it’s his time to go.

Life goes on, but it doesn't mean that the loved one you lost will be out of mind.

The end

This is my entry for Children's Literature. I based my story on just the elephant, and somehow i replaced the puppy with a baby elephant.
The Title of the story i give credit to my sister she gave me the name and the story is based on something I needed to express. I think we should teach kids the diversity of creativity whether its human or animals we were all created by God.

Bluebell Short Story Slam #6

I Won't Let You Go

This poem I wrote on the 5 July 2011. It was inspired by the song of Rascall Flats. I remember i was watching the last show of Oprah where they sand this song, and the words couldnt leave me as it played on going in my mind. It was also the same time someone very close to my heart has been going through a hard time. She was very special to me and this is the poem i wrote for her.

I Won't Let You Go

As I'm writing these words.
I'm tearing up as I'm watching.
The person I love suffer from.
Slight amnesia after losing her last
Relative, it hurts my heart to see her
Like this.
We all have storms,
We all go through the dark passages,
But know this,
You're not alone in this.
There's my shoulder,
There's my hand hold onto it.
There's hope for us all,
Honey it hurts me so much,
But it finds us all,
We try to stop the rain,
But when it does rain it pours.
But,I won't let you drown.
This time I'm jumping into
That ocean of blue,
To reel out my hand,
Because I will stand by you.
I won't let you go.
It's an ache that's gonna be
Inside you right now.
I won't let you go,
I will stand by you I'll fight with you.
You're lost and feel alone,
But you're not alone.
I'm gonna stand by you,
I'll dry your eyes,
Make it all go away,
You won't fall not while I'm
Here too catch you.
You're gonna make it,
Because I'm gonna stand by you.
And help you through.
I'll never let you go.

5/7/2011

My Little Tree



My Little Tree

Once upon a time there was this little girl,

Her blonde wavy hair and blue eyes

Full of emotions as she watch her mother

Working in the garden, she walks up to her mom,

“Mommy can I help you.” She asked.

Her mom looks at her daughter with profoundness

In her eyes, that how her little girl has grown up

To become a beautiful princess.

That is what she calls her daughter.

“Yes princess, but I have a surprise for you.” She looks

At her mom as she scrunches her nose and pulls up her brow.

Mommy walked to the side of the garden to her shed

That her father built for her when she moved into

This house. She bend down and picked up the small

Plant that was the big surprise.

She wanted her daughter to have something

With value, something that she would

Look after for years to come,

And as the tree would grow so would her love

And blossom, as she would tell her

Little girl.

This is God’s creations just as you were when you

Were born.

She walked towards her daughter and the little girl’s eyes sparkled.

“Mommy is that for me, my own little tree.”

That is what makes the love of God grow is when we

Take care of his nature he has provided,

Just like the mother would fed her little girl,

To grow big and beautiful.

So will the little tree as it gets water

And grow big and strong.

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 5-Children's Literature

Award From Blue books

Optic Illusion

Optic Illusion

The creations of what we feed to our minds

We come to the realization,

That what is out there can be seen

If we keep our eyes on what it reaches,

For days we have been living in this atmosphere,

Where certain pictures gets created and inside

Our minds we develop what we want it to be,

Deep in your subconscious you’ve created him.

Even though I know he isn’t here anymore.

A life taken unexpectedly,

Not ready to walk back into the light,

He hears your cries and your pleading.

Just when he was about to walk through he heard

A girl’s voice calling him,

“I need you, you promised you wont leave.”

Stopping him in his tracks.

“I should go back,”

He says, contemplating which way.

He holds his hand up to the guard

Standing a few feet away from this crystal gate.

“Can I go back just until she’s okay.”

The guard stood up and he walks

To the young man.

“You have a choice, either you leave now

And go with me, or you stay and wait for eternal life later.”

The boy stood he have to make a choice,

Its either he goes now, but he heard her cry once again.

“Sir I love her she is all I had. We grew up never

leaving each other side.”

The guard looked passed the young man’s

Shoulder and saw a girl on

A lonely bed in a room where she is

Strapped to a bed. The guard felt his

Eyes wet as a lonely tear fell down his face.

“Son you should go back, be with her till

she is okay to let you go.”

The young man grabs the guard and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

He turned around and walked away from the light.

Away from the crystal gate that was waiting

On his return.

This is a story of what love can do,

Even if you don’t believe in the illusions

Our minds create for us, but living

Through visions which I was gifted with

As young child, I always knew

That this girl is going to find her faith

And let him go home.

My Entry For Poetry Potluck Week #43 , “Life in Free Verse!

“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”

My entry for Poets Rally week # 48

The Celebrate Blogger of Summer in 2011 Awards

In The Short Story Category:

Thanks Bluebell Books & Short Story Slam.