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Kylia Jan 2015
Thunderstorms are my 
Therapy.
Pouring the darkness away,
Piece by piece.

Rumbling pierces
The charged air,
Sweet melodies to 
My ears. 

A flash of light,
Illuminated, "snap!" 
A moment passed, gloom
Was back, just like that.

Rush of noises,
Can't make out anything,
Besides the pitted patter that
Rain always brings. 

I could stay awake 
All night,
Watching the sky 
And earth fight.
Watching the rain is my favorite way of wasting time.
Kylia Jan 2015
3am
It's this time,
When it's truly the middle of the night.
When the witches and wolves come out to dine,
When mr moon refuses to burn bright. 

When he and she 
Are snoozing tight,
When you and me 
--our imaginations take flight.

When ghouls and ghosts 
Don't worry the light,
When vampires boast
About their bites. 

When silence is ominous
--to the banshees' delight,
When goblins are most honest
Fine I'm lying, alright.

When faeries come out,
Pink green blue red white,
When zombies get up and about,
Completely oblivious to the mosquito bites.

When it's time to celebrate
The water sprites' wedding night. 
When all long dead mates
Finally get to reunite.

It is also time
For the stars to excite:
One kiss for one dime,
Mermaids, the queen of the night.

But when the moon disappears 
And the sun takes along its light, 
These creatures wipe away a tear...
It's time to say good night.
I have an imagination virus.

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