You were born with thunder rumbling from between your lips.
Your words were learned to be feared.
the promise of being trapped in the rain was too frightening for anyone to listen.

You were a flower that had begun to wilt,
covered by the shade of those towering above you,
and when they stole the last ray of light,
you learned to become your own sun.

Lightning shown in your golden-brown eyes.
Fierceness and a refusal to take any odds into consideration.
You struck hearts into beating again,
you struck minds into thinking again.

Your soul is a flood raging over hills. You are washing down every crevice of the world;
drowning and sweeping away things that will never measure to your strength.

You are a Californian wildfire.
Beautifully destructive and distinctively fearless.
You are crackling heat in valleys where thirst will never be quenched.
Don't be offended when they turn away,
some people just can't take the heat.

You have grown into a refusal to let the natural disasters inside of you sit still.
You have taken every ounce of nothingness that you felt and turned it into a brewing storm.
We will hear that thunder rolling from your lips this time.

Sonnets were written about your icy smile years before you were born.
Poets know the beauty of a powerful earthquake that could send cities crumbling,

Everyone knows the beauty of a powerful woman that can send worlds crumbling.

Time to write an angry letter
I have played my part
Puppets dancing I surrender
I go home and then

I come back to hear you laughing
I was so afraid
You've been second guessing happy
Where have you been

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, go ahead, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist in-sanity

Electric tape and chalk outlines
I fix it all for you
I'm the guy who kept you alive
What do you want me to say

I'm sorry
The pressure of survival got me
Calling you back instantly

Don't worry
I'll delete your number
I'm only dumber than you
Intentionally

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist insanity

Red ink
Dripping from your wrist
You sign a pact

I sink
Into a state of paranoia
It wasn't that bad

White out
You wanna write me out
Well that's fine, you're editing
White out
I'm a sound of a mountain
A portrait of an artist insanity

I'm off again
I'm calling you out again
I'm off again
I'm not drawing
****** lines for you
That's what you wanted me to do
Isn't it

The rain it creeps up on us,
Hiding behind dark clouds of mystery,
All so ready to ruin our day,
To make us melt away in it's presence,
It serves as a glitch,
Static to our televised reality.
The rain it bitters our hearts,
and fills our insides with gloom.
But we must not feel alone,
we must not let the rain take control.

Let it's beautiful, acid-hands grasp your bravery,
Let it attempt to wet your soul.
The rain with all it's power,
it is useless.
At times, unnatural
And we can make it a nonexistent factor,
If we no longer let it live,
If we dash through it's blanket of pain,
and come out; untouched.

my spirit
will not be caged
by conformity
and ignorance