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A familiar breeze carried on the back of the warm Summer air.
A minuscule rainbow could be seen cascading upon the mist strewn throughout the sky;
The work of *** resembling a Jackson ******* painting.

Crashing claps, both frightening and serene offered a welcomed soundtrack to that July afternoon.
We laid there, staring at the waves nestling themselves upon the beach;

Focused only on the way they seemed to sway back and forth without care.
Much like us, and the way we said goodbye with the warmth of a kiss,
knowing that we’d do this again.
Anya 4d
Category 2,
not too bad...
Swirling, whirling
Pounding, hounding
Rolling, Spinning
But
Manageable

Category 3...
Freight train,
coming from every direction
Major, but nothing new

Just an hour
Hold on,
We'll pull through

Pressure suddenly
DROPPING
Ears constantly
POPPING

Category 4,
...
Too late
My father's sharp
Breath

Pieces of homes
ripped off like flakes of skin
Leaving the ground barren
Only the bear bones
possibly remaining
Till they too,
are forcefully wrenched
apart,

A majestic structure,
now reduced
simply,
to *******

Mother nature
hurling trees
in her
wrath

All-
...
Gone,
in
a
matter
...
of seconds

The roar
mirroring the one,
in my head-telling me to
get
Get OUT
NOW

The world...
a symphony
of rage, ferocity, passion
Violent reds,
splotches of
orange and fuchsia
That,
I unfortunately,
seem
trapped within
As the clashes and roars
Waves and cutting wind
Swirl around me, I wonder,
is this,
what an insect feels like,
stuck in a washing machine?

Come to bed,
my father calls
I go,
reluctantly,
to the pillows and covers
that should be warm and soft,
but to my touch,
appear frigid
stiff

My eyeballs
practically popping
until at
some unknown time,
they shut
and I
SINK
Sink
sink

...

...

Sunlight streams in,
A dream?
Perhaps...
Possibly...
Maybe...
Oh, if only...

Unable to contain the hope,
I leap up to my window-      And freeze

Debris-
not trees,
not homes,
not anything
Just a mass of objects rendered useless and stamped with the label of
-DEBRIS
...
My father says,
No more running water

My neighbor's little blue
shed,
...
in shambles

Yet,
as I step outside
After what seems,
like a long arduous battle
I was an unlucky
Bystander
caught in the middle
of

Yet,
Despite the
churning feeling
in my stomach          The broken battered *******,
the ruined property       The, miserableness
Of the situation

But then again...
As my father,
fervently
prays
praises
Thanks the Lord
...
My mind,
is blown away
As I stand,
In awe
as my eyes take in the majesty
of those few,
solitary,
hundred year old houses
...
still standing
To clarify-I was not in hurricane Michael, this is only my attempts at imagining what happened coupled with you-tube videos.
alanie 5d
"worst case scenario, you can talk to me all night"
only
that would be the best
drowning in your voice
the waves rocking me to shore
my friend has this party on Saturday, and I'm nervous because I have no social skills.
A soundtrack from behind the blinds,
fleeting and skittering steps into the rocking water,
crossing the ebbing tide's line in the sand.

I cross the barrier between,
I open my eyes and I see
the castle standing on an arching hill
over the snaking river.
The tower reaches high,
stretching to meet the clouds
and the bricks of the walls sit in piles
of rubble, left to the mosses
and vines that drape their faces.

My vision fades to black and it forms again,
the gray sea and shimmering light appear
as i wade deeper, now up to my knees
in the lifeless water.

Up the spiraling staircase,
a glance through the hole in the wall
as the valley shrinks below
and the hazy purple sky
envelopes the whole of my sight.

The water reaches my chest now,
my steps scraping the rocky bottom
and the white moon lighting the path
forward, reflecting in a white sparkle
on the top of the slow moving wake.

The crumbled roof at the top of the tower
gives way to the dark and starry night.
A hazy mist surrounds,
of a cloud slowly drifting through
like an ambling specter,
on the long march home.

I crouch at the edge,
at the edge of the hole at the bottom.
I fill my lungs with a last breath
and dive downwards,
the gray sea covering me
and pushing me into the lightless cavern.

The mist of the cloud passes
and the view of the valley
is cleared.
I sit at the edge of the tower,
with my feet dangling over the side.

Lost in the stars,
once again my vision fades
But the gray waves do not return,
the white moonlight dimmed and extinguished
as I sigh and sit at the top of my conquest
and remember the days i've lost
in the traceless place,
with its tranquil waves.
Swimming against the waves,
forcing myself to swim.
I'm tired, but not dead yet.

Oh, how easier it would be
to let the waves carry me,
how tempting is a surrender,
how relieving must be
giving up, not staying afloat.

But how much more tempting is
a fight with the current,
when you know
that you can win, if you only want.

Swimming against the waves,
exhausted, in need of a break,
with no strenght left,
with muscles like sponge.

Something is telling me
not to give up,
and carry on,
so I carry on.
Do you hear voice?

Do you notice

When she comes

Do you see what she does?

When she talks,

Do you notice her influences?

Do you hear her orders?

The world obeys hers

Do you look at her eyes

And notice the move of her waves

Are you good in sail

If you are ,you must sail

In her eyes and you will gain

A sorrow, regret and high pain

Do you examine your feel

When she goes away without say

One or two words or speech all day

Do you see her smile ?

The east and west look shine

The moon is in the right

The sun gives more light

The birds are singing

The smooth winds are blowing

Spreading best smelling

The water decrease its running

The rain gets lowering

The happy is shinning

The sadness is vanishing

All meet with smile

As she comes with smile
the love of *** is the gift ,needing help of the creatures.
Khoi-San Oct 13
Underbelly waxed
gunning in on the tunnel
threading the eye of the needle
stoked with passion the longboard
exits the thirty footer
As the huge wave tumble crash
In on the ankles
Aurelia Ward Oct 11
Leave me be, leave me be!
Cried the sand to the sea.
Her ceaseless thrashing;
Her moon's decree.
No more! sobbed the shore,
This is true misery!
Renee Danes Oct 8
Waves,
Waves crashing,
Over my head
Over my head...

Am I sinking?
Am I sinking fast
Am I dead?
Am I dead...?

No, there is
No, there is a heart
Is it beating?
Is it beating...?

Slowly, but
Slowly, but softly
Will I be ok?
Will I be ok...?

I hear waves
I hear waves crashing...
I know,
I know it will be ok...

The water is my friend...
Sinking into the soft music... Silience-Toonorth
Ms Noma Oct 8
Sea
Tides rush in
To beat the sand
Then quickly run
Away from land
A sneaky pinch
To turn your gaze
Back at the sea
And at the waves
The waters bite
When in too deep
They'll chill your bones
To make you weep
Don't come too close
Whispers she
Just dip your toes
Then leave me be.
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