The town grew silent as an eerie sound rumbled near
Run, run run fast gather the covers go to the nearest shelter ,
What? No sirens to warn us of the evil whisk of wind that would leave mass destruction on that April night . The ripping and roaring , the sound of a train blowing it's whistle , the ripping off  trees from the ground , like a scene from the wizard of Oz , it's massive force carried houses animals and yes people to , from here to there slinging them in circular motion, this beast had no mercy in my town,. It jumped in one place untouched ground next door, it slung the cars so hard they were sticking in the concrete bridges. My God in Heaven have mercy on us .
Walking , running screaming for lost loved ones, death and destruction offered the sight of a war zone where we were all on the front line and lost something that night.
Trampling over the unseen, the crumbled homes downed trees the bodies of people the sound of sirens the smell of gas the sound of the chainsaws roaring cutting through the rubbles of that remained.
It left my town, home of the crimson Tide, bruised and broken and torn to the soul as we lost so much to the tornado that night
All we had left  now was little to remain.  God bless Tuscaloosa

The town grew silent as an eerie sound rumbled near
Run, run run fast gather the covers go to the nearest shelter ,
What? No sirens to warn us of the evil whisk of wind that would leave mass destruction on that April night . The ripping and roaring , the sound of a train blowing it's whistle , the ripping off  trees from the ground , like a scene from the wizard of Oz , it's massive force carried houses animals and yes people to , from here to there slinging them in circular motion, this beast had no mercy in my town,. It jumped in one place untouched ground next door, it slung the cars so hard they were sticking in the concrete bridges. My God in Heaven have mercy on us .
Walking , running screaming for lost loved ones, death and destruction offered the sight of a war zone where we were all on the front line and lost something that night.
Trampling over the unseen, the crumbled homes downed trees the bodies of people the sound of sirens the smell of gas the sound of the chainsaws roaring cutting through the rubbles of 2hat remained.
It left my town, home of the crimson Tide, bruised and broken and torn to the soul as we lost so much to the tornado that night
All we had left  now was little to remain.  God bless Tuscaloosa
©kimmied1105

I keep a cloth by the door
to not let the cold breeze in,
but I'm a tornado living on the floor,
just waiting for the winds to begin.
Causing chaos and destruction,
wherever it is I choose to go,
battling a volcanic eruption
and tossing around the piles of snow.

I'll tear apart your home and family,
I'll toss around the life you live,
I'll admit it was never my plan, you see
but scorched earth is all I have to give.

No weather man or meteorologist
can give you warning about my arrival,
with all I wreck I ask "what's the cost of this,
when it's competing with my survival?"
I was once only a rain cloud,
then one day I became a storm,
my transformation never made me proud,
but my strength and power did keep it's form.

I thrive off the ice cracking,
under my heavy feet.
I'm beyond hunting or tracking,
I'm left here only to compete.
Each breath you exhale with cold air
is just my form of a sweet kiss.
Everytime, no fail, I'll be there,
I'll never be something you miss.

I'll tear apart the world as you know it,
I'll toss around the life you live,
I swear I have a heart I just don't show it,
'cause scorched earth is all I have to give.

When the winter winds grow cold,
I might turn to ice, I haven't made up my mind.
With a soul of mold and body of Christ,
you'll see that you've turned snow blind.
Silent nights and transparent stars,
it's all backdrop to my catastrophe.
When I whip on by I'll leave you with scars
and claim it's just a sweet memory.

I'll strip you down until the bone,
I'll take away the life that you live,
the trees and green grass is just a loan,
as scorched earth is all I have to give.

If it's him and not me, go. 
Please go. 
Don't make this any harder. 
My heart has been through tornados and tsunamis,
But nothing could prepare it for this. 
For you leaving. 
For this heartache.
For you are choosing him over me. 
Over 
And over. 
Again
And again. 

If it's him and not me, leave.  
Take your bags and walk out the door.
But don't you dare look back,
You've left me before. 
Without a doubt in your mind,
And I was a fool to let you back into my heart. 
This time was the last time. 
This is your choice. 
You choose.  
It's him. 
Not me. 
So go.

You hear about me,
you wait for me,
you prepare for me below,
while I sit silently and brew in the heavens above.
Innocently I start as scattered clouds smudged across the sky,
as I calmly exhale over the land.
But with each breath I fill up with frustration.
Frustration turns to anger,
anger becomes rage,
and before you know it a tantrum is born.
I batter,
I consume,
I cough out my rage.
I strip your trees bare and scream at your cat,
howling with laughter at the mess I have made.
I charge through the streets
stealing life to strengthen my own.
Tears are washed away with salted rain
you think your pain
will make me stop?
Bodies of trees lie across the roads,
hollow shells of used-to-be homes
poke their heads from the water,
scared to see the damage I have caused.
Exhaling once more I return to the sky
where I will sit and sulk
but never die.