"stroms" poems
All she wanted was to
cry her heart out
but her stubbornness
never allowed her
to shed a single tear
so she changed
her eyes turned into
deep blue oceans
holding their stroms with in
appearing so calm and smooth
her saltish smile
sweeter than honey
never reached her eyes
anymore
her laughter was like
waves smashing
against a glass wall
she reeked sadness
intoxicating millions hearts
who dared to inhale her scent
she was a broken witch
yet they were all under her
everlasting spell !!
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
I walked straight through your heart,
Metaphorically.
Stormy, windy, dark nights,
With shattered street lights,
Void of any form of light.
Your heart suffers an undesirable life.
Stroms embody distress and frailty.
Winds embody hastiness.
Dark nights embody sinister actions.
With no hope present, a more profound image is painted.
When I walked through your metaphorical heart
I felt the suffering.
Shivers and goosebumps displayed my uneasyness,
Yet you live a life exactly like this.
The most metaphorical experience was my most life-like, metaphorical experience.
Place your heart next to that of a queen's and nothing sets it apart as being different,
But upon closer examination - listening and communicating - a whole lot of darkness is felt and seen.
Inner darkness is better than an assumed inner brightness, based on the exterior condition.
Authenticity in physical condition is important.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
*i'm sick and cold and shaking and coughing the venom that is you and you have poisoned my blood and my heart isn't beating the same anymore and you are so painfully beautiful it hurts//
i loved him more than anything and i missed his smile like the flowers miss the rain but there were stroms and lightning and i couldn't stop crying over him but he was just shining and i always wondered where he went with his friends and if he had started smoking cigarettes or if he ever got drunk and tried to call me but remembered he didn't have my number, though i'm sure i haven't crossed his mind this year//
the snow seems warmer without you and you should know by now that i hate warmth and i always preferred the cold, maybe that's why i always loved you, you were colder than the ice i slipped on and fell and i fell for you and i still have no clue why i compare you to the weather//
i've been slashing blood for him even though he doesn't care but maybe i should show him my wrists and he would run away but i‘d tell him it's all him, he did this with his pity laugh that reminded me of bitter coffee and black chocolate but he would still leave, boys with deadly smiles and clear minds and rough hands who play tennis in the rain always leave and they always ruin girls with nice hearts and sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks and freezing lips who love to chase them//*
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
My mother treats sick people for a living;
very sick people with cancer.
She is the strongest person I know;
my rock in stroms of tears and heartbreak.
One day I heard her sobbing in her room
when she thought no one was listening:
A 14 year old boy had died in her care,
and I watched as she drowned in her own helplessness.
So I said nothing and wrapped my arms around my sobbing mother
and let her be a child for once
in the arms of her own daughter.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
When i'm going through the pain
When it's all in vain
When i'm broken in my bed
When i'm falling from the heights
When I put the world aside
When there's no light
When life becomes a lie
When im standing in the dark
When the time stretches by
When wind blew high
When the stroms tear apart
When the moon split in half
When I crawled in the dark
When I hear only howls
When I see no light
When I'm standing at the edge
When I don't feel alive
When I feel so lone
But I fear no more
It's not something new
Something I've been through
everyday and night.
But all I need is you.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
*Six months on I carried the stroms
And so on I gotta leave you alone
As simple as it seems a heart has to move on in order to be accepted and not be denied, because a person you care about is there like fiction which is full of words,
understand this too this is more then a poem...
More then love, more then wisdom...
I thank you for loving me limitlesley
But honesty
You weren't mentioned to be with me
Surprisingly,,,
For you and I, Are so far apart
But ultimately
Sometimes I just wish you knew how I felt when you left me
In a dream of tomorrow
Now sadly
I'm stuck in between of sorrow
With no Where to go
I clearly note
You
wherewithal
With my loving heart*
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Have you heard the sound of cataract?
It sings a song of beauty and
Examplifies the glory of nature
How sweet her hidden songs are!
She invites birds, insects, and stroms
To play different sorts of music.
She orders to trees and grass to set
The green carpet on the soil.
Accepting to make a colourful backgroud,
Butterflies, fireflies, and rainbow have come.
How delicate her heavely tone is!
I know, you can't believe my words.
Go to her, listen to her song
Her song is as melodious as Ariel
Her background is as lucrative as Helen
Her stting of all is not less adorable than Aphrodite.
Your own sense will justify my words.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
Lost and never to be found, the thickness of the forest is growing more and more as we venture deeper, not knowing what lies beyond the next busch, rock, shadow. But its the ever glowing brightness from the moons shine that keeps my path right on track. Ive been in this forest for years, beaten and battered by the stroms but through it all I have stayed grounded and rooted to life. I dont know if ill ever find my way out, but for now the sounds and beauty of nature shall keep me on my way.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
*It took you centuries to find your sparks
But it only took me one day to write these wrongs
Finally after the stroms
Im bound
to the place that I had once found.
In my dreams perfect pearls, perfect ski
Beautiful world
Paradise
blue moonlight speaks the truth
Unlimited love tonight
No need to rush
No need to bail
Okay,
I'm all in until the end*
Travis Alston~
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Good is a growing word.
It's a destructing thing to those who wish the worst.
Unable to indulge in anything other than good.
Facing forward so that is the way I go.
Can't change anything but myself, my path, my choices, My wrongs.
Kinda rusty in a field I haven't dab at in awhile.
Dressing everyday like a salad smiling with every bite I take.
Constructive criticism with every good intent.
Dreams shattered with tropical stroms winds that picks you up, but takes you nowhere.
Takes every breathe in me not to take it one step further.
Feels like I'm going I'm going circle.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
I have mentioned to you so many times, how you fail to see.
Looking between the slithered light, between the sheets - you lie and wait incessantly for permission to live.
It frustrates me to no end how you choose to forsake your strength,
for a couple of nice words from the world
for a couple of smiles from the rest.
Inside your belly, stroms forever brew.
Blowing around your mind to no end.
You contain all the power and glory inside yourself
turning nectar into posiion.
Now you lie there- feeling sorry for yourself
Wallowing in your pathetic trance
Forever using the victim card - to escape what is essentially your mess.
I am sick of dealing with your passivity, your submissive - weakling tune.
I want to shake you, corner you and show my teeth
Until you finally allow your power to come over you,,
You are not sweet - you are not kind - you are not passive and you're most certainly are not blind.
You are a fire living in the dark mind of a frightened sheep.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Oh dear flower,
Your scars should be your strengths,
Only then you don't have to fear for stroms.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
Those ruffling sheets
Those unheard screams
Haunting my memories
Haunting my dreams.
Yes..helpless I was
A little doll in someone's hands
He played with me all the time
Tied me with ropes and bands.
For years and years
I kept my mouth shut
No one should know
Shh shh no matter what.
Years passed
And then I broke free
Revealed to someone
The secret of me.
I had someone
By my side
Oh I could stand stroms
And I never cried.
Then he came again
The game once more begun
But the one I'd take a bullet for
Was standing behind the gun.
So now I stand here
And get shot everyday
A liquid oozes from me
But it's grey.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
After stroms i'm back
Till there are wounds
And sounds
Of pain
But i'm in gain
That My papa came back home after his heavy stain
Thanking all
For your supports
And valuable prayers..
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Life is like a boat on a Ocean,
Big waves and thunderstorms
Rise in front of you, but after
The waves and Stroms
The ocean is calm and beautiful.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
A life without you Lord has no meaning.
Before you oh God I stand in full surrender.
Completely overwhelmed my desires.
Delivery me from my own desires.
Envelope my being with your Holy fire.
Fill my heart with love overflowing.
Give me the gift of decrement and understanding.
Hide me in thy precious wounds so by thy side I shall remain.
In you I find Fulfillment.
Jesus my Love and my Lord.
Keep me burning in love for you my God.
Lead me to thy Holy river.
Make me thine forever.
No man can comprehend your blazing glory.
Oh God my eternal Father.
Parise be to thee forever.
Quakes and Stroms resounds your majestic power.
Receive my unending worship my king and master.
Save me from my wayward undoings.
Teach me thy holy wordings.
Use me as thy unworthy instrument.
Victory belong to you mighty warrior!
Wash me free from every evil.
Xerospheres becomes streams in your holy precense.
You reign on high in unfading grandeur.
Zion forever proclaims your glorious slendur.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC