"hurricanic" poems
Anger ,fury and,rage, boiling blood and pumped up veins, all in a hurricanic stage.
With every heart beat, my mind is ticking as the seconds count away .With my eyes as the locator, and a blink is my denator , I'm ready to blow things away.
Don't fuel my fire ,by getting in my way.
But by chance if you do!! You'll probally be blown away. I won't lessen my **** ,for a kid or even a girl . So please stay out my way.
I'm a walking time bomb.I can explode anytime or any day .
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
it rubs the lotion on its skin
its sickly, rolling skin
my skin --
twitching with multiplication --
the cells dividing continuously
bubbling --
double, double, toil and trouble
with the ripples and waves
of a hurricanic ocean
cascading down ill fitting rocks
to crash in the flexible, formable underbelly
i will carve each digit into my skin
scar my failure into the surface
reminiscent of my tumble to the bottom
burning the memories into my flesh
never forget, never repeat
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC