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Arianna Oct 2018
The wind blusters in ragtime

L        A
    A                     A
                    P                            M             ­                 A
                                     S                   A              A                 A      !
                                                        ­            L                                !       !
                                                               ­                                                   !             ­                                                  
Echoing off the cliffs
                  Where I wait by the fire
        Sippin' Kentucky bourbon
                                        and huckleberry wine,

                           "I don' min'
                             the strain..."

                                     Singing songs of storms

                                          "... of a hurricane..."

                                                 ­          To pass the time

                                              Until morning.

* Italicized lines are excerpts: Band of Heathens. Top Hat Crown & the Clapmaster's Son. BOH Records, 2016. CD.
Meera Oct 2018
Love her like she’s the only girl in the world.
Make her your top-most priority. When you’re awake, think of her. When you’re asleep dream of her. Drink in her beauty even if it’s venomous
Eat up all her words even if they hurt Breathe in her scent even when she’s stinking.
Let the love for her grow on you till your mind is full of her thoughts and your sketch book is full of her portraits.

Paint her scars beautifully with vibrant colors.
Get her name tattooed on your heart. When she strolls in the darkness, wander along.
When she falls down, lie down with her and stare at the night sky.
See the world through her eyes

Hold her hands when she is cold. Embrace her when she is scared.
Kiss her tears when she cries and become the reason behind her smile.

Don’t try to plaster her wounds.
Don’t try to pull her out of her miseries.
Instead, accept her the way she is- scathed and destroyed.

Be ready to kiss her good night at 3 a.m. ‘cause tormented souls like her can’t sleep earlier.

Pour all her insecurities, sorrows and grieves in a wine glass
and gulp them down in one go because that’s all she has to offer you. Emotions are like wine anyway, both get stronger with time.

Struggling with the pieces of her, you might lose your sanity.  
Loving her might be difficult, suffocating and disturbing at times but don’t give up on her so easily.

Soon, you’ll know why hurricanes are named after people.
Thanks for reading this.
your mouth creates hurricanes
when all that fiery anger erupts
straight upwards through  
the icy oceans
within your stomach
filled from mental tears
upwards off your lips
those destructive hurricanes
are not supposed to make
on this body.
words can sure be devastating when spewed in bursts of anger.  like lava.
why hurricanes are named
after people, not things.

- v.m
short start to a busy day
April Hapner Jul 2018
I lay here watching
Which layers are spinning...
And what direction?
My mind dissects the clouds
Like a fog being burned by sunlight...
During the late morning.

This pattern above me
Rather pleasing... yet confusing...
I'm on the right,
I find it yielding left...

There's designs I can't name
Animals I can make...
Yet they all run away as I move
And the clouds spin trails...
Watching them evolve
Like a lifelong time lapse.

The drawn up moisture....
The streams of steam condensed...
Swirled and forged into cotton-like pillows of uncertainty.
The colors are the Indicators of moods
The light and mysterious
White and normal
Green and envious of the oncoming destruction
Black and gray depicting ends of sunshine filled days...

The life underneath grows, quivers, and in series of decays...
Some offer condensed clouds as flavored swirls in mugs...
But I rather watch the ones that love
Carrying wind and rain...
Have swirls of their own and a Name.

Though subject of objections
The will of nature has a forge...
To churn this stream of water around
Like spun sugars of cotton candy.
Much like a carnival, life is a surprise
An unyielding wild ride.

Directions are unclear
If i will be here
I have watched the life of
The swirl in this giant mug
Smack the coastlines with giant hugs...
Some rough love...

Though oddity
Have you seen what clouds can do
When spun around oak trees?
I am a Hurricane Hugo [1989] survivor.
I enjoy weather and thunderstorms.
Once I dreamt of being a meteorologist.
There used to be a 100 year old oak tree outside my bedroom window. During the eye of the storm we notice the tree was turned. In fact you could see the disruption in the earth... as roots were twisted around and almost braided. The tree was uprooted and twisted like a tick... And survived for years after that storm. By far... the most interesting tree story I have.
Vexren4000 Apr 2018
The storms passing through,
Bring with them mighty rains,
Waters that have touched the ocean,
The clouds and the heavens,
Touching now the urban places,
Back alleys and side streets,
Falling and flooding the cement,
Filling it with a memory of a day gone by.

I thought about hurricanes today
How they sweep up everything in their paths
How they turn them around in an endless cycle of chaos
I thought about how dangerous they are
And how they tear families apart
How they destroy homes
And I thought about how people chase these dangerous things
And I wondered why, why would anyone want to follow something that could tear them and everything they love apart
Then I realized, these people don't chase the storm
They chase the calm within the storm
Some people remind me of hurricanes
Star BG Feb 2018
When we scrape our knees as children,
our parents taught us to get up and keep a going.

See obstacles in life
the tornados, hurricanes, and walls,
like scratches, cuts, bruises, and sometimes breaks.
See them as opportunities to rise up
and face the new day.
To keep going with optimism,
as taught but sometimes forgotten.
Just a thought
Star BG Jan 2018
Storms of emotions come
set off by hurricanes of life.
With cyclone winds that
are fed by minds ego.
They come sometimes out of the blue.
Other times I could sense them coming.

My protections to weather the storm are...
Positive affirmations.
Going into heart.
Grounding with light.
Prayer to Divine.
Things happen for a reason.
Being eternal
That situation shall pass.
Wisdom I’m not alone.

And I have had MANY
category 5 hurricanes
in my life.

Haven't You?
Inspired by chat with Sally A Bayan Thanks
R Dec 2017
He doesn't clearly know how to show his affection,
it leads to her thoughts that perhaps,
he doesn't love her as much as she thought he does.

The hurricanes inside of him refuse to open up to the world,
the thunder inside wants to be hidden forever,
he manages to appear calm,
in way she thinks he's careless.
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