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.
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 landfall on this body.
words can sure be devastating when spewed in bursts of anger. like lava.
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  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.
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
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.
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.