At the first sound of rain tears are consumed
hopes and dreams blown away, pride burned to the stake.
Yet I find myself troubled and as the dawn awakes.
Tiny drops of dew mist my face as I cry
Cry me a river, love doth not deliver... unjustifiable.
Tell me your problems so that I sweep them under the rug of society
Tell me your fears so that I may consume them with my own
I dare not enter anothers soul because I am tormented by mey own.
Is it ok to love and be loved, to hurt and be hurt, while the tears those I love stain my shirt
We do not deserve to hunted and probed only to be seen under the world's deafening strobe.
Will I enter my fate with arms wide open or become unjustifiable in my hurt and pain,
Maybe I'll just listen to the sound of the rain and embrace my tears only to yield more fears.

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Chaos128 commented on Unjustifiable


A cogent piece, CB, I’ll offer a counterpoint, if I may: if you’re going to stand there and allow the life’s crises to assail you until you are overwhelmed, whose fault is it? It’s not about who has problems and who doesn’t (we all do). It’s about who’s going to surrender and who’s going to fight.

Lolee commented on Unjustifiable


Tell me your problems so that I can sweep them under the rug of society. I like that. Nice poem.

cupid2010 commented on Unjustifiable


That was awesome. As the dawn awakes was awesome. It gave me the feeling of reading a classic. It makes me believe you have been gone for itleast a hundred years. And as a Psycology student in life I wonder why is it that you cry. I will be your friend.



Their is a lady called China-Black, And because of her I am having a heart attack, Can she schedule me for a kiss? Because she is pure bliss, Is this just a momentous wish I have today? Or will she take my breath away.

SunnyRain commented on Unjustifiable


I really like this one. it makes me think and remember my own past loves. Its sad, it grabs at the heart, but sometimes those are the kind of poems one needs to hear.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

chinablack’s Poems (48)

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Time 7
The Love Story 3
The Bayou 9
The Rain 3
Boundaries 5
Breathless 3
Untouchable 3
Pulchritude 3
Black Sky 2
The Dance 4
December 1
Broken 1
War 3
Possessed 2
Today 1
Anger 1
Its Your Loss 3
Alone 6
Music 3
The Shield 2
Is it Love? 2
Beautiful 1
Soulless 2
Cyanide 2
I Am Poetry 7
The Tear 3
The Girl Without a Face 4
Stay Clear of the Dark 2
The Fallen Angel 3
Through My Eyes 4
The Dragon in the Moon 3
The Rain 1
Stained 5
Hell 6
Mirror Image 6
The Guardian 4
Forever 7
The Butterfly 7
Happiness 4
The Knife 6
The Moment I Fell In Love 7
The Morning Dew 2
Wicked 2
Who am I 8
My Brother's Keeper 3
Fear 5
Unjustifiable 4