Sunshine pouring through the window
Better days ahead
Warm winds are blowing now
Nothing left to dread
Weather can change at anytime
Must stay vigilant
For if there is a hurricane
I'll have no incident
Right now shine down upon me
I will soak it in
For right now we're happy
I don't want it to end
Earlier today, I saw a blurb about how this girl wishes
she could write the way that she thinks.
But especially her “you”.
But I can.
I can write what, and how, I think.
I can write about it until I’m blue.
I can even write every single feeling
I feel about my “you”.
But I choose not to.
Because nobody wants to know
how girls like me think.
And nobody wants my “you”,
embodied over and over again in ink.
Gets old, don’t you think?
So I stay silent and still,
and let every single word sink.
do you see how you destroyed
the ruins of an eccentric critter
making use of what's left
she was trying to rebuild a city
during the weekday hurricane
that never stopped
it just gets stronger and stronger
do you know what kind
of critter i am? do you have an idea
of how i adore the horizon
and how i loathe its existence
for i lost during its time
of how i loved staying up at 3am
but it haunted me after september?
you wouldn't know what's hidden
beneath the cracks of my white walls
or under my soiled sheets
i am a detonated bomb
an overflowing dam of heartache
or an active volcano
that could no longer be contained
but i have creative ways
to make room for more
you don't know what's under my bed
and how it scares me every night
you don't know how i tried to love
everything that's left
you don't know how i fought
the whirlpool in the green lake
and you would never know
how i swam against the current
i thought you were my other half
an extension of my left limb
and both legs
but it was on my list
of infinite regret
the city was fine
until you decided to stay
and midnight witchcraft
that makes the night wolves
howl in the full moonlight
but, do you see it?
we just lost a paramount element
in the parallel connection that we have
and dear, im afraid we might lose that, too
When I was 5 my dad planted two trees
one for my sister and one for me
and when he died, so did her tree
but the grim reaper spared the one for me
as a child I sat under our tree
and dreamed of the woman I'd grow to be
and every time I'd go home to see
my family I would visit our tree
but this year winds swept the coast of the sea
and with them took my beautiful tree
Isn't that the way life happens to be?
Yet, still I will always remember our tree
You can see me coming,
But you do not leave.
I am a hurricane.
Dappled clouds, a calm feigned,
Turn to gales and salted rain.
A short reprieve,
Only long enough to breathe.
Then boomerang winds,
And more unfortunate sins.
I am the hurricane.
I will try not to hurt you,
But I am a hurricane.
Prepare for a storm.
pale white in their dormancy,
sweeping through the trees,
warm in her blanket of clouds.
Over the waiting earth,
the storm watches with a single eye,
a cold Cyclops.
bathes the waiting world,
the still static of cheap radios,
adds to the deafening silence,
short candles sit, covered,
in their own hot wax.
At the end
the heavens shriek, their sharp tears,
tearing through the air, clashing with the ground,
cold bullets shooting the world,
jagged white swords slashing through the horizon,
stabbing the wet earth,
the heavens groan,
as if they’re stabbing themselves.
Howling screams of vicious gale,
as it tears the world apart,
ripping through trees,crashing them to the ground,
flinging the world around in whirling anger.
The world sits, huddled
whispered prayers fighting through the air
to reach the heavens
and pass the storm along the way.
the cyclops moves on
a warrior wandering to
his next country
with its pale skin,
bleeding rain to wash away
the remaining carcasses
Fortunately, Matthew mostly ignored us. Rain would start suddenly and stop almost immediately, but still leave behind floods. Imagine how the complete hurricane would've been. Thank God it didn't bother us.
Well, thanks for reading <3
You know I've always been a hurricane...
but you get high off my storm;
The rain and wind beating down on your skin
gives you that rush you crave.
You require my lightening kiss upon your mouth
as my wicked tongue deceives your naive soul
and creates beauty in every lie.
I create devastation...with dark stormy eyes;
Even my flaws are beautifully captivating to you.
I wrap you tightly around my finger
as I draw you in deeper to my spinning vortex.
I'm a natural disaster... Your favorite kind...
The type you always beg to experience in any form...
Even knowing about the damage and massive casualties.
I am a tempest that will destroy you
as you experience my internal rage;
Until you finally understand...
Storms are named after people for a reason.
you were seasick
but you don't know
where it came from
or where you feel
or the shooting pain
you loose sense of time
and days were taken for granted
the sea monsters
were pulling you down
and the creatures
that only existed
in your mind
like pandora's box
they liked walking
on your ribs
and would feel their
curves and edges
tremors and heartaches
continued like how
the trees quivered
and were carried out
by the hurricane
people look at you
as if they've been to
the peak of your
from the base
but only sees
the tip of the iceberg