#storming - Hello Poetry

Here is something I learnt today Be careful on what you spend your pay After a day of fun, I did not think And downed a pitcher of energy drink! Got to the pub at half past seven Drank Monster and Redbull until eleven Finally home and sleep I think But sadly not, bloomin energy drink! What is this madness, I wiggle my toes Why can’t I sleep , my eyes are closed I peek and see all my clothes are pink But still no sleep, bloomin energy drink! Some fine ideas come flooding to me Animation too seems just too easy I wonder if this is the missing link Nah, it’s the bloomin energy drink! So check the web, will I be alright? Paranoia seems so much worse at night Dad is up, my eyes don’t blink I’ll be fine he says, bloomin energy drink! So never again, I’ll be a good Daughter I’ll probably now just stick to water, You can drink so much just from the sink And no more bloomin energy drink!!

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Mar 25, 2022

Mar 25, 2022 at 6:44 AM UTC

matt-walls

ENERGY DRINK BLUES

Here is something I learnt today Be careful on what you spend your pay After a day of fun, I did not think And downed a pitcher of energy drink! Got to the pub at half past seven Drank Monster and Redbull until eleven Finally home and sleep I think But sadly not, bloomin energy drink! What is this madness, I wiggle my toes Why can’t I sleep , my eyes are closed I peek and see all my clothes are pink But still no sleep, bloomin energy drink! Some fine ideas come flooding to me Animation too seems just too easy I wonder if this is the missing link Nah, it’s the bloomin energy drink! So check the web, will I be alright? Paranoia seems so much worse at night Dad is up, my eyes don’t blink I’ll be fine he says, bloomin energy drink! So never again, I’ll be a good Daughter I’ll probably now just stick to water, You can drink so much just from the sink And no more bloomin energy drink!!

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Simply put I wouldn't if I were you. For what it's worth It's not For what you'll lose Don't get confused the dark side we choose Is re-read old news I know what you do to yourself Screaming inside for help Please Is it just my own mind Trying harder each time To forget why you died To forget when you cried To forget how I lied And said It's in your head Your sick and it's sick How I really am. Thought What's life like this one I don't need, and then I saw you believe And I felt your hand I could only dream That we'd meet again Then something in me Came alive again.

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC

rachel-redwine

Untitled

Simply put I wouldn't if I were you. For what it's worth It's not For what you'll lose Don't get confused the dark side we choose Is re-read old news I know what you do to yourself Screaming inside for help Please Is it just my own mind Trying harder each time To forget why you died To forget when you cried To forget how I lied And said It's in your head Your sick and it's sick How I really am. Thought What's life like this one I don't need, and then I saw you believe And I felt your hand I could only dream That we'd meet again Then something in me Came alive again.

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I sleep but even in my evening slumber Hear the sounds of summers coming thunder Cringing and receding from the screeching sound of screaming Mother earth beseeching while her creatures keep retreating Scorch marks scar the fragile dirt Pox and plague for self centered worth Rain drops heavy as anvils Hitting hard on my ceiling tiles till They plunder my vacant eyes robbing them of their wonder I turn to my tormenter screaming at the thunder Be gone foul tempest haunt me no more For I am but a fragile human being and you’re a superior storm With your vaporous manifestation shocking presentation in fluid form The storm replied shattering the stillness of my life With a bolt two feet to the left of me that seared my eyes Sockets dry the storm left no tears to cry Singed I sobbed silently heaving and weeping **** you nature

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC

graff1980

Fragmented

I sleep but even in my evening slumber Hear the sounds of summers coming thunder Cringing and receding from the screeching sound of screaming Mother earth beseeching while her creatures keep retreating Scorch marks scar the fragile dirt Pox and plague for self centered worth Rain drops heavy as anvils Hitting hard on my ceiling tiles till They plunder my vacant eyes robbing them of their wonder I turn to my tormenter screaming at the thunder Be gone foul tempest haunt me no more For I am but a fragile human being and you’re a superior storm With your vaporous manifestation shocking presentation in fluid form The storm replied shattering the stillness of my life With a bolt two feet to the left of me that seared my eyes Sockets dry the storm left no tears to cry Singed I sobbed silently heaving and weeping **** you nature

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Start of the day I'm already in the sway Standing on the edge Of my life's little ledge Standing here debating My life I'm rating Should I stay and fight Just for another agonizing night Or should I take flight Open up my arms, let the air rush by As I fall into the sky Yes it's just the morning But my mind's already storming

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

The Morning

Start of the day I'm already in the sway Standing on the edge Of my life's little ledge Standing here debating My life I'm rating Should I stay and fight Just for another agonizing night Or should I take flight Open up my arms, let the air rush by As I fall into the sky Yes it's just the morning But my mind's already storming

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they say i'm insane just by the looks of my brain not once have they tried to understand my wish to die. the judgements coming faster the storm isn't going past us. looking for a way out isn't working all the sadness is leaving me wishing & hoping

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC

geneva-elisabethe

Brain Stormimg

they say i'm insane just by the looks of my brain not once have they tried to understand my wish to die. the judgements coming faster the storm isn't going past us. looking for a way out isn't working all the sadness is leaving me wishing & hoping

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Rose colored glasses A blessing and a lesson Steady rhythm of the pouring rain Pitter patter against the rooftop Humidity cast away for a moment A refreshing pause on the days heat Thunder booms A distant siren blares Emergency vehicles still out in full force The city doesn't sleep Heavy wind shakes the house Rattling the loose windowpanes Old glass is a true test of craftsmanship through time The dogs cower beside me, small masses of shivers and uncertainty I try to reassure them that there is nothing to fear However I'm not so sure of this myself More thunder Cracking through the sky overhead full force The abruptness of it all startles me into a jump I am as shaken as the dogs Despite the wonder Lightning cracks and flashes like a picture show I can view through my window Free television direct from nature, the best cable provider you just need your eyes and a large enough window If I find myself without power, I'll light the last hour of my candle Slow burn, write by the flickering light As this storm rages on I think about the moon Which part of the world gets to gaze upon your gorgeous surface tonight? Oh moon, There is much left unexplained. Sirens blare again, Fire-truck perhaps My mind is now seaside Imagining I am a sailor, ship cast away enduring this terrible storm on the open water A woman port-side in the distance sings a sweet, dangerous melody Her voice soft and heavenly Unrecognizable words at first until we slowly become closer to her What once sounded wonderful now speaks of famine, war A tale of death she bellows Harmoniously growling, creating an ominous symphony with the heavy rain and clashes of thunder "Unchanging is the sea, every good man too shall fall. Release your soul to me, for I am the lady who calls". We are upon her now, her call almost deafening The siren of the deep issues one last bloodcurdling scream Then silence Silence, coldness and pitch black And I awaken, gasping for breath The dogs are beside me and my candle still burns A dream it must've been, yes a very real dream But in my mind I can still hear that eerie song, sung by the beautiful siren of the deep Casting her spell on all those who dare sleep.

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC

RhetoricalCuriosity

Weather

Rose colored glasses A blessing and a lesson Steady rhythm of the pouring rain Pitter patter against the rooftop Humidity cast away for a moment A refreshing pause on the days heat Thunder booms A distant siren blares Emergency vehicles still out in full force The city doesn't sleep Heavy wind shakes the house Rattling the loose windowpanes Old glass is a true test of craftsmanship through time The dogs cower beside me, small masses of shivers and uncertainty I try to reassure them that there is nothing to fear However I'm not so sure of this myself More thunder Cracking through the sky overhead full force The abruptness of it all startles me into a jump I am as shaken as the dogs Despite the wonder Lightning cracks and flashes like a picture show I can view through my window Free television direct from nature, the best cable provider you just need your eyes and a large enough window If I find myself without power, I'll light the last hour of my candle Slow burn, write by the flickering light As this storm rages on I think about the moon Which part of the world gets to gaze upon your gorgeous surface tonight? Oh moon, There is much left unexplained. Sirens blare again, Fire-truck perhaps My mind is now seaside Imagining I am a sailor, ship cast away enduring this terrible storm on the open water A woman port-side in the distance sings a sweet, dangerous melody Her voice soft and heavenly Unrecognizable words at first until we slowly become closer to her What once sounded wonderful now speaks of famine, war A tale of death she bellows Harmoniously growling, creating an ominous symphony with the heavy rain and clashes of thunder "Unchanging is the sea, every good man too shall fall. Release your soul to me, for I am the lady who calls". We are upon her now, her call almost deafening The siren of the deep issues one last bloodcurdling scream Then silence Silence, coldness and pitch black And I awaken, gasping for breath The dogs are beside me and my candle still burns A dream it must've been, yes a very real dream But in my mind I can still hear that eerie song, sung by the beautiful siren of the deep Casting her spell on all those who dare sleep.

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