"stormchaser" poems
an armageddon
in a sundress
a walking tsunami
bent on whisking you up
and slamming you down
drowning you
with every word
that you wanted to hear
shes a monsoon
in the middle of july
a dust storm
clouding a freeway
if my veins are rivers
then she flooded them all
my home was taken
in the tornado that she was
ripped from its foundation
and later found wasted
she decimated my mind
with the hurricane she resembled
and to tell the truth
i guess ive always been a stormchaser
ive always sought out
the most dangerous situations
and she was no different
she left me in the street
with no one around
but she cant be blamed
i asked for it
[holyoak]
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
These random thoughts
Are mine,
And that finite act of doing
Defines the essence of me;
Vacillate like a squirrel ?
No....not I!
The monster storm I shall ever chase,
Channeling fear as fuel
For the engine within,
A cerebral turbine
Hell-bent on exploration;
The mythic mountain I shall ever climb,
Stains of sweat and struggle
Streaking over her peaks
And jagged edges,
Bleeding wisdom into callouses and scars
For future wars;
And the roar of the rhythmic river
Hurling waves high over
Hidden cliffs,
Her furious fall
A source of energy
And joy for all;
Here I shall ever swim
On a dare, a whim
Or simply because she's there...
Calling!
~ P (#stormchaser)
11/14/2013
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
I.
You came upon me so suddenly--
a tornado,
a burst of energy--
I couldn't help but be swept up by
your pull
You tore me up
chewed me up
and spit me out
after spinning me around
mercilessly;
the circumlocution
making me dizzy
I had absolutely
nothing left.
I gave you everything
I had--
my heart and soul--
****** up by your vortex
never to be seen again
But it was my fault too,
I was too
curious, too anxious;
I dove in your storm too quickly
After all,
I'm just a
stormchaser
looking for
company
in the
oddest of places.
II.
A new, different storm
approaching--
barreling through,
electric--
full of
life
Surrounded by my new storm
impossible to
escape its presence
but I'm not worried:
choosing to stay
by it
After all,
I'm just a
stormchaser
looking for
company
in the
oddest of places
Clouds are
rolling in,
this beautiful storm
coming my way.
Only thing I have to say is
"Bring on the rain."
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Stormchaser, so they call me
but little do they know
I’m the freaking storm, itself
I breathe hurricanes
I spit tidal waves
my voice roars like a thunder
and the lightnings
are my excess prowess
I am a storm
but little do they know
what I’m capable of
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC