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Bobbie McCord Dec 2014
When the sun arises
And the grenades of raindrops cease
The war clangs of thunder ring one last time
One last shining stream of lightning striking down upon the unworthy soil

The storm is over
And the sun has come
Bringing a new day and dazzling rays
Cascading over the clouds like waterfalls
Dripping into the darkness below
Illuminating drops of sun hit the ground and burst,
A thousand bright shining orbs

Daylight has regained its throne
And the storm falls in defeat and slinks into the shadows, all depression disappearing with it
Bobbie McCord Dec 2014
Chocolate swirl
Flourish of vanilla
Crisscross of marble
Lemony tang
Creamy peanut butter
White washed and dipped
Strawberry poppin'
Caramel drippin'
Cherry filled
Cookie crumbling goodness
Wrapped up in a smooth delicacy
Revitalizing breath of mint
Chocolate as dark and rich
As its flavor
Some common, some unique
Tiger's eye, what's that you ask?
Peanut butter and milk chocolate melded into one
Sprinkled salt
️️Warm caramel
Tantalizing, fresh orange creme
Homemade from grandma's
Or warmly bought in a bakery on a rainy day

What a wonderful feeling!
When a flavor seeps into your tongue
Growl of stomach
As you gaze at the slice
And then you attack the tender palette of colors, flavors, smells

Your lust for fudge consuming you
As the smooth delicacies explode within your mouth.. And you know
It was worth it
Bobbie McCord Sep 2014
Tell me when this horse of mine,
So adventurous and wild and fine,
Lost the reins that had kept  it's rider binded for all time.
Now without them,
Not even the horse knows where the next fork in the road will lead.
Find them, find them!
The horse's neighs slice through my destiny.
But how
Can I possibly know where to go,
When I can't even get back the reins to my own life?
Nobody ever said finding yourself would be easy.
Bobbie McCord May 2014
We walk a fine line,
between reality and dreams.
But nobody ever told us the dangers
that were haphazardly hidden in the tiny font.
There,
yet elusive from warning.
Ah, the wonders of dreams.
But..
Who needs fine print,
Or the truth of a tarnished planet
When you can have all the wonders of the world in your imagination.
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