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Sunny Sep 25
The pitter-platter of the rain.
Seems to wash my thoughts away.
I think, my mind falling into limbo
As the tapping continues at my window

Lightning flashes across the sky
I feel a chill and wonder why
Thunder scares me more
As I curl up on the floor.

I cry and panic
It feels so pathetic
To be scared by something so frequent
Day after day, it comes, always sequent.

When I talk to you, I don’t feel shame
Because you remind me that others feel the same
I just wish I could be there with you
And I know, you feel the same way too.
looking back on it now,
the worms burbling up
out of the ground from the
thunderstorm’s aftermath,
I watched the hungry birds
swoop down and swallow
the worms bit by bit and
that instant transition
from life to death
as it was once whole
began to vanish,
reminded me of our
simplistic acceptance...
as we too are submissively
swallowed by the world
bit by bit without flinching

we must accept liberation
in the first 4 or 5 years of life
without knowing what to do
or barely remembering it

we must accept an educational system
that doesn’t prepare
us for the real world

we must accept a full time job
as a part of life
that takes us away
from living

we must accept lies as the truth
and the truth to be crazy
because lies are easier to accept

we must accept marriage as a
grandiose victory where majority
are miserable and disappointed

we must accept reproduction
so that our offsprings can
continue in the same loophole

we must accept a law enforcement
that strikes brutality
instead of protecting

we must accept a corrupt justice system
that lets killers, rapists and thieves
walk freely on the streets

we must accept a war
that we do not choose

we must accept the rich
the executives,
the 1% of the world’s
population to stand
on top of the hill and
keenly look down
on the 99% of inferiority
as we blissfully
run around in their circles,
devouring their spoon fed lies
and make more money for
them while we struggle to
stay afloat in a sea of green
because we are contempt
and no one ever stops
to even attempt
to run up the hill
and dethrone
the elitist’s rulership

we just accept this life
as a certainty
like death and taxes
and continue to play
the part of the worm,
roaming around in the
mounds of dirt and
mindlessly eating away
at whatever product
was given to us,
while the prosperous
brings the thunderstorm
and force to expose
our sacrificial bodies
to the ravenous world
with sharpened beaks as it
swoops down to begin again

I see many lives but much living
and what little living there is
there’s not much magic
and what magic is left
leaves hardly any satisfaction
and what satisfaction that’s there
only lies with the greatness
of our death
nabi 나비 Aug 7
i have always feared thunderstorms
i have no idea why but they terrify me down to my very core
the sound of thunder makes me want to curl up into a little ball and hide away from everything until it stops
thunderstorms make me feel so small and weak and i absolutely dread them
and the only way i can cope with my fear is if somebody hugs me and is there
but this isn't always attainable as people are people and aren't focused around me
it makes sense but it's absolutely miserable for me as thunder makes me curl up in my bed hiding under my blanket like a child
hopefully one day this fear will dissipate into nothing
but for now i am terrified of thunderstorms and am in dire need of somebody to sleep in my bed with me so i can sleep
because it is currently storming and i am shaking
Lily Jul 12
She was allergic
To pollen, but she jumped in
Flowers anyways.

She was terrified
Of thunderstorms, yet she was
A storm of her own.

She said she didn't
Know how to love, yet she loved
Him to perfection.
helena alexis May 16
the sky is angry tonight
her thundering screams shatter
the earth beneath her

her tears flood the streets
she is sobbing as the precipitation
from her eyes fall harder than ever

she kicks and throws things causing
lightning to strike all around her
she has been like this for days

the sun will shine soon, my love
flowers will bloom everything
will be okay again
Skylar Turner May 13
do poems only flourish when they are rooted in the soil of emotions?
shall i water them with my tears?
do they sprout from the anger that weeds itself through my soul?
are they the seeds that i planted in my garden and only grow when the sky flashes and thunder sounds?
will you pluck them and use them as decoration for your dinner table?
do they bloom in the moonlight?
are they the trees that sway in the wind yet stand tall in the face of a hurricane?
are poems only full of emotion when we are?
or can i truly write whatever i want?
what is poetry?
there’s beauty in everything
~ even thunderstorms

they prove that
even the heavens lose control sometimes
and just like the waves

it will pass.
January 1 , 2018
Zafreen Nov 2017
Take a walk in the rain
Sounds relaxing right?

But it's not

Not when you've been stuck in the rain for seventy-two hours
The sound is soothing at first but slowly drives you crazy
You can't hear the music
You can barely hear anything

It's just you, the water, and that irritating sound

Then the real thunderstorm starts,
The skies darken,
There are bright flashes of lightning just out of your reach
That almost look... happy

The rain pours down in buckets
Your rain coat no longer works
It stopped working a long time ago

Finding your way back to the cabin is the worst
You want to leave and head back but something keeps telling you to stay
Then you go a little crazier

You stay a little longer

When you do get back the cabin is cozy
Hide in some blankets and wait out the storm

Thunderstorms are terrible

But you can't have flowers without the rain
Hope you enjoy!
F White May 2017
We had hope as she closed us up tight.
Mama, will it hurt?
"Hush," on her lips and she sent ants to
kiss our anxious tears.
And she whispered
Just as we fall, so
We grow
Copyright fhw 2017
riwa Dec 2016
Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I will turn your kisses into similes
kissing you is like watching a sunset; slow, and beautiful.

Don’t tell me you love me,
simply because
your words will form metaphors in my mouth
you are a thunderstorm my heart is not ready for.

Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am selfish,
every breath you take, every word you speak
I will find a way to turn that into a composition of letters and sounds
for my own purpose.


Don’t try to be with me,
simply because
I will try to trap you with my words
every space in my broken sentences will be filled with thoughts of you.

Stay with me,
I’ll turn your existence into a poem
stay with me,
I’ll engrave your name into my verses
stay with me,
stay with me,
stay with me,

so I don’t have to turn my heartache into a poem of sorrow once again.

I have not felt at ease with the world in a while,
but that has changed,
simply because
you are my world now
everything I do,
I do for you.


So this is a warning;
don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am a thief who is good with words,
*I will steal your love
and turn it into stories of malignancy and almosts.
12.10.17
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