Rain Tears and Red Lights

I realized that I'd never actually put up the finished project of this.

Bee in the rain. I made this shortly after my grandmother passed away a few years ago. It was how I'd felt inside, like I could actually cry, but it was raining inside of me and wouldn't stop. It took me a long time before I could actually cry for my grandmother, mostly because I have spent most of my life trying to hide my feelings.

If you are having troubles, remember, it's ok to cry. Don't go through life emotionally crippled like me. Don't like anyone tell you that 'you shouldn't cry', because that is bull shit. Crying is a release on feelings. I have a hard time crying today because people always told me not to.
Cry, scream, rant, and rave, and at the end of the day, forgive and live.

(I still cry at stupid things, like when Mufasa dies)

Bee (c) to me, do not use my art without my permission

The cold lump inside my mind,
The tears I cannot cry.
I've held my head up to the skies
Screaming defiance at their lies.

Life is but the withered leaf,
Crumpled to the ground.
Stomped and broken - shattered, gone;
Forgotten on the winds of time.

Youth is such a fleeting promise;
Sweet on it's gilded wings.
Age comes sown with great regrets,
Never pausing for the spring.

Today will never be again,
Tomorrow is unknown.
The Past is forever,
So pursue your happiness alone!

Allow the tears to flow,
The laughter ring out bright,
The pain is not forever,
Our future is in sight.

[Words will echo in the distance,
Names will be forgotten,
But the feelings etched into our souls
Will remain in our hearts forever.]

Poem (c) to me