hurricane

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i am weak. like eye of the storm.   i marvel at the terrific ocean while my reflection stares at me   i meet its gaze.
Gentle breezes calling out to me like Sirens,  Intimidating storms shouting its melody at me, too, The cyclone of words are flying,  Coming together where the hurricane's eye is due.  
He follows the winds on waters and waves, Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves. He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
Do you hear the storm coming? feel the thunder shaking the ground? can you see the lightning in the distance? feel the wind weaving through your clothes? can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
Irma was her name, She was only a depression at first. Then she grew in size like no other storm before her, Everyone felt like they were in for the worst.   She was supposed to hit my hometown straight on,
Irma was her name, She was only a depression at first. Then she grew in size like no other storm before her, Everyone felt like they were in for the worst.   She was supposed to hit my hometown straight on,
Dear Hurricane Victor,   A hailstorm commenced when I agreed to be yours And you, mine… I often wonder if it was a sign.  
Their insulin can’t be insulated  because refrigerators (and everything else)  needs electricity, and US.  But we aren’t helping.  The diabetic (and everyone else)  are suffering and will continue to.   It’s been two years since I’ve seenYour Puer
  You wouldn’t know it if you met her But her moods can make Hurricanes in your soul Storms that pour and destroy And seem to last forever
How dare you Why are you doing this You promised You swore you'd be there I trusted you
There are 365 days in a year That means There are more than 365 chances For my life To change Each a little more Every day
i cant let this break me. i cant let this stop me from being who i want to be. i have to keep moving forward even if my heart is stabbing my chest like sharp pieces of glass. i have to pull myself along even if my lungs are filled with fire.
 Hurricane Me  I am not the girl you shattered like a bottle against the floor & I will not bite my tongue any more.I will roar louder than the thunder in the sky & I will roar louder than you, you stupid guy.I am
In this hurricane of a lifeI spend my days drowning,standing sideways against the waves.Every time I get back up,The currents get stronger.I gasp for air,Only getting a mouthful of regret.
Pludering towards the shores  the hurricane rises higher, each wave more fierce then that last.  The sea green water churns  and those on land fear the damage it may do,
i am dandelion fluff in a hurricane. high euphoric winds billow across the seas of knowledge andi am one of many that are identicalbut i wish to go where no one else has gone; i get carried away and float briskly to textures of lands unfamiliar an
There’s something about your presence I just can’t explain It’s like burning fire and pouring rain   Take my hands Take my feet Make me your sanctuary  
The rain pounds down
 Shifting
 Dancing through the air
 Without a care in the world
 And meeting the ground
 In the harmonious union
 Known as mud
 The wind howls
 Jealous of the rain

I'm a single bedroom house.  I have enough inside me to support myself, but only room for one.  Strong enough to stand my ground, but fragile enough to fall apart at the slightest movement, I am made of glass. 
I am a tornado in constant neutrality between anger and content carrying itself on, destroying whatever is in front of me, unapologetically.
Six dead in Florida So hot, so hot Lines of cars wrapping around The city, droves of people A frenzy of flies Escaping the sky Calm and quiet luring some back It was so hot
 
"Man overboard!" "Run the sail!" "Another wave!" "Were we hit?" "Deck down!" "We're going under!"
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty) My name is infamous To strike fear in a southern voice. They had my number- Free to call, But chose the wrong choice. Date after date-
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
When I hear of a hurricane, that is when I will think of you. A force that drove me insane, and a little senseless too. I admit I didn't love, how easily you caught my eye.
When in October, the showers did fall The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all A roaring monster, an ominous beast
Superstorm Sandy took away my home.  She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards,  and my bed hasn't moved at all. But She took away our light, for all of seven solid nights.
My brother was a carpenter, with wood-stained hands— more cedar than cherry. What's a hard wood? I'm not the carpenter. I can only use a saw with help. He had wooden talent.
Long ago, you were a clap of a thunder, the power behind a gentle smile, the pulling of a window shade the clinking of ice cubes against glass. You were the lines of experience around dark, bright eyes.
I’m waiting by the phone For a call that’ll never come. The power’s out The phone line’s down. So I sit and worry the night away. Watching, Listening. For any news That they’re okay.
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