Sometimes -
it feels like
something overpowers me
I'm not alone in here -
in this room.
in this body.
I don't know where you are
but
you're touching me
and
breath is like a galestorm
and
I can't feel my legs
(do I have fins?)
Dive deeper, rocky shores.

You hear about me,
you wait for me,
you prepare for me below,
while I sit silently and brew in the heavens above.
Innocently I start as scattered clouds smudged across the sky,
as I calmly exhale over the land.
But with each breath I fill up with frustration.
Frustration turns to anger,
anger becomes rage,
and before you know it a tantrum is born.
I batter,
I consume,
I cough out my rage.
I strip your trees bare and scream at your cat,
howling with laughter at the mess I have made.
I charge through the streets
stealing life to strengthen my own.
Tears are washed away with salted rain
you think your pain
will make me stop?
Bodies of trees lie across the roads,
hollow shells of used-to-be homes
poke their heads from the water,
scared to see the damage I have caused.
Exhaling once more I return to the sky
where I will sit and sulk
but never die.

A new age is arising,
a new page is unfolding,
and there's always been a spark,
now it's time to make your mark.

It's all about action! No distractions anymore!

In the kindness of your heart,
in the yearning of your soul,
tragedy is bound, to always take it's toll.

But it's all about actions, no distractions anymore!

The water is brown again,
the lights are shaking on and off.

The streets are alone,
no one's on their phone.

The water ceases to arrive,
I feel lucky to be alive,
the gas starts to deprive the air from my lungs.

It's a natural disaster but what is the Earth after?
After all, are we just a bad case of flees?

How would you feel if it were you.
How easy it is to speak but not do.
We had something, maybe...nothing,
I don't even know what did we,
let's just say that nothing was my favorite.
How is it that you can share memories with someone and then just go.
That's how it is.
I see our past
I see it as a movie,
although I don't know its genre, yet.
We made a movie and you left,
now in all the scenes it is just me and a missing character,
an important one.
I've never seen an earthquake somehow I've lived one,
how can that be? Well it is.
You just came into my life,
so unexpectedly and you were there,
you showed yourself as the actor,
the protagonist,
but you were the double, the stunt,
made to rehearse not to present.
You came in and you were a part of me, then you just left and took along with you  everything you were part of.  
You tore me apart
You were the earthquake that destroyed the little I had built.  
So now I'm here without you and without me.

Somewhere in the deep ocean
there is a tremor, a shake,
the initiation of something
intensely destructive and cruel.
The waves move away from him in giant
ripples from where the underwater plates
crash and collide with his dark body,
sparking up and exploding
away from him, from each other.
He holds the earth together
until the shaking strain
corrupts his limbs
and he shudders, sending jagged
shockwaves through the earth
and into the inky water
surrounding him, out
towards the unexpecting land.