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What is this feeling in my stomach?
The butterflies flutter nonstop—I can hear their wings beating beneath my skin.
I feel them shift from side to side,
Claiming what little remains of me.

What is it?
What is this bitter taste rising through my throat, resting on my tongue?
Why can’t I hear the butterflies anymore?
Why do I still feel this?

My mouth opens, and all I spit is blood and glass.
The sour bile of what the butterflies once were grows thick—and I can do nothing.
“Spit them out, regurgitate them, let them go!”
I can’t.

I press my chest, and slowly my arms bind themselves around my belly,
Cradle of cutting kisses—kisses that now hurt,
And no longer heal the way they used to.

I rise from mourning, only to fall again, and the butterflies begin to flutter once more,
But they no longer beat like drums or echo like thunder.
They don’t crash against my walls or hide in my corners…
They are there, but not alive.

They try to climb.
I feel them fighting each other, pushing for space up my esophagus—
Once a path for all things good,
Now a tunnel for all things painful.
I hear them scream; their tiny voices pierce my eardrums and shake my bones.

They want out.

And I understand them well:
What good is a body that dances among broken hearts?
What use are shards beneath my feet,
Reminding me how little I’ve felt?
What comfort is the weeping of a soul grown weary?
What joy lies in the bottomless hollow of a body fed by illusions?
They were made for the sun—for joy, for love—
And all I can offer is an umbrella
For the relentless rain storming inside me.
Cold, decaying rain that stains the walls and soils my shoes, instead of washing them clean.

They’re almost free—
About to escape.
But I swallow them down once more,
Just as I’ve swallowed the bile of melancholy,
Just as I’ve swallowed the tears that swore, they would soften the blades of my sharp-edged heart.

I feel them sink slowly,
Their wings now still—they’ve accepted their fate.
I don’t want to let them go,
Because they’re all I have left.
They’re all I have of what once was pain.
They’re all I have of what once was passion…

They’re all I have of what once was love.
I'm going through another heartbreak and I'm starting to believe I'm bound to always pick up the pieces of my heart until my days come to an end.
The train huffs and bellows;
Screeching tracks sparking
Waves of rolling roaring
Like stretched thunder,
Booming in rapid motion.

Above, a plane traces an arc
Of breathy fury, compressed
And exploding voraciously.
It erupts in ignited screams
Across the moon-lit sky.

Always, too, the forever pops
And sliding-low gurgling of cars
And trucks and motorbikes, vague
Ticks of missing-beats, sparse
Rumbles of howling engines and

Flashing sirens piercing
Continuous above it all.
A cat (probably) somewhere
Screams nearby.

All returns to normal.
Train Thunder Plane Moon Car Truck Motorbike Engine Police Cat Normal
The Outlet Jun 10
Missing the rain,
Leaves me in a blurry haze.
The sound of dripping drops,
Falling onto the rooftop.
The wish to hold you close,
As the thunder boasts.
Noor May 28
The wind that blows the soil away
Couldn't blow my scars away.
The wind that sweeps the dirt aside
Couldn't sweep my memories from my mind.

The rain that pours to blossom flowers
Couldn't pour life into my soul's dark hours.
The rain that brings new life to birth
Couldn't bring me strength, or calm my earth.

Yet, in the thunder that scares the night
I find a peace that's my heart's delight.
The thunder's roar, a soothing sound
Becomes my serenity, my heart's profound.

The wind, the rain, the thunder's might
Bring me peace, memories, and a glimmer of light.
Kat J K May 27
I use to look up to lightning and ask it to give me a sign.

Every single time, the unpatterned electricity dazes the sky.

I love lighting.

It brings me peace.

I love lighting.

The natural off-pink it paints above

I could be killed.

and still smile as I sink into a dry sea of pavement.

Lightning gives me a sign to keep going.

Each mumble and crash it releases

Knowing that it will never touch me

Sadness and thunder are the like circles overlapping.

Both are shaking in grief.

As the world seem too much for them

The two circles seem to go round and round.

Dying down and exploding that appear to go on for hours

Some people put their knees to their chest.

As the circles whirl around each other

Shaking as they drain energy

Storms could never go on forever.

They may look like they will never end.

But they always do

I still look up to dry lightning and ask for a sign.

Mother Nature kindly responds.

You are loved.

-K.J.K.
A poem about how lighting and sadness are alike. (Sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😮‍💨)
I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky

when it gets hungry.

It growls.
It rumbles.
Even roams.

It sits in the dark,
contemplating what it wants.

Then,

Boom.

Thunder hits
without warning.

At some point,
we've all been there
hungry, with no idea
what we want to eat,
no one to ask,
everything sounding good.

Thunder hits again.

The hush left to whisper
between lips,
******* in air.

It’s enough to make you mad.

The rain doesn’t wait.
The lightning
not knowing where to begin.

Hunger waits for release.

I am the moment
that waits for you

in-between
Damocles Apr 3
A broken verse claps across the expanse,
The sky darkens as anger swallows light.
A cold breeze caresses my skin like a cold shoulder,
Snarky whispers, wise yet harsh chill
Wisdom-filled words that pierce my breath.
I run to escape the scorching light,
Immolating sinners while angels weep.
To create anew from the ashes,
I mold clay, abashed by my creation.
BLT's Word of the Day Challenge
April 3
Word: Snark
Meaning: Snark is an informal word that refers to an attitude or expression of mocking irreverence and sarcasm.
Today there was rain,
It brought thunder,
Strokes of electric death.
Lightning ripped through the canopy,
Aiming for a defenseless flower field.
But alas, the elder oak reached its branches out,
To take the lightning's killer blow.
So when the rain passed,
We took our saws,
To finish the job.
A sudden storm tore through my town today
arby Mar 3
Riding my motorcycle,
music whispering through my AirPods,
the drizzle kisses my skin,
but I keep going.

Then the rain thickens,
thunder growls like a beast in the sky,
and I don’t speed up.
I let the storm catch me,
daring it to take me,
wishing, maybe, it would.

But deep inside, I fear it too.
Not the dying
but the thought of not dying instantly.
A cruel hesitation,
a war between surrender and survival.

How pathetic, how fragile.
I was only going 20 km/hour,
while I Love You So by The Walters
played like a farewell,
or maybe, a reminder
that I was still here.
Evie Feb 9
In the heart of a tempest, where shadows collide,  
A storm brews with secrets, where dark feelings hide.  
The sky shatters open, with a roar so profound,  
Each clap of the thunder, a truth that resounds.  

Beneath the turmoil, a whisper takes flight,  
Of love lost to echoes, swallowed by night.  
Like lightning that dances, ephemeral, bright,  
It pierces the silence, revealing the plight.  

In the stillness that lingers, I bear all the weight,  
Memories crash like waves, a fierce, unkind fate.  
Your laughter, a melody, now echoes with pain,  
I chase fleeting shadows, but they fall like the rain.  

The moments we cherished, now ghosts in the mist,  
A tapestry woven, yet frayed at the wrist.  
The colors of joy fade, replaced by the gray,  
As thunder rolls louder, drowning love’s sway.  

But in the eye of the storm, a flicker ignites,  
A promise of dawn, as the darkness takes flight.  
Hope whispers softly, through the crack of the sky,  
Each bolt of the lightning, a reason to try.  

Though tears may cascade, like rivers unbound,  
In the chaos of longing, new strength can be found.  
For every heart shattered, like glass in the rain,  
Can rise from the ashes, and learn how to gain.  

Desire swells boldly, a fire in the night,  
A wild, untamed passion, that sets hearts alight.  
In the chaos of feelings, we learn to embrace,  
The beauty of longing, the thrill of the chase.  

Each heartbeat a thunderclap, a drum in the dark,  
A symphony raging, igniting the spark.  
We dance through the tempest, with fervor and grace,  
As lightning strikes twice, in love’s tender embrace.  

Yet pain weaves its thread, through the fabric of time,  
A haunting reminder, like a lost nursery rhyme.  
The ghosts of the choices we yearn to forget,  
Haunt the corners of dreams, a familiar regret.  

The thunder reminds me of nights filled with tears,  
Each flash of remembrance, a mirror of fears.  
But what if the storm could wash clean the slate?  
What if lightning brings forth a new kind of fate?  

As the tempest subsides, and the clouds drift away,  
A soft, gentle breeze brings a promise of day.  
The sky wears a blush, painted gold by the sun,  
And the battles of heartache, at last, feel like fun.  

For storms teach us lessons, that sunshine can't hold,  
In the chaos, we gather our stories retold.  
With every dark moment, the thunderous call,  
We learn how to rise, how to stand proud and tall.  

Now, in the aftermath, with each drop of rain,  
I find solace in knowing, that joy follows pain.  
With arms open wide, I embrace what’s to come,  
In the thunder and lightning, my heart has found home.  

So let the storms gather, let the tempests arise,  
For love is a power that never truly dies.  
In the dance of the thunder, and the flash of the light,  
I’ll embrace every hue, in this whirlwind of night.  

For through all the heartache, the laughter, the tears,  
I find in the storm, the beauty of years.  
In thunder and lightning, I hear love’s sweet refrain,  
A symphony of feelings, like sunshine after rain.  

So here’s to the storms, and the thunderous might,  
To the lightning that strikes, illuminating the night.  
For every tempest that rages, every heart that it stings,  
Is a chance for rebirth, and the hope that it brings.  

In the whirlwind of feelings, where heartache may reign,  
I’ll dance through the chaos, through joy and through pain.  
For the thunder and lightning, they sing of my soul,  
A testament of love, that forever makes me whole.
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