lightning
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A Fata Morgana mirage loomed hazily, yet intensely off in the distance
On a scale of untold magnitude with respect to packing heat
So she felt it best to take the path of least resistance
Fireflies glow in the dark.
Lightning always strikes something.
Rain pours down.
Lightning and Rain like to speak to each other a lot.
Lightning,
you strike once,
ruling the sky,
never striking the same way again.
Lightning,
thunder told me of your arrival,
but why is there no thunder to tell me when you leave?
Laugh like a childs'.
Happy and free of worry.
She is beautiful.
Her eyes are like stars.
They shine, even in the night.
They still shine brighter.
Her face; beautiful.
All of Earth's mothers
are Earth
and are Earth as seed.
The rest of us
are Earth flowers and
Earth evolving.
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
The world is at its end,
A primal war has begun.
Mother Nature’s children are fighting
To see who’s the strongest one.
Who will win this war?
The shocking electric pulse,
Flowing through my veins.
I’m charged and strong,
Ready to fly,
Through the driving rains.
I drop a single bolt,
It is raining
The lightning lashes
The thunder roars
I am running towards a lone figure
collapsed upon the ground
It is raining
I love my Pikachu
With her beautiful eyes
So blue!
I could stare into them forever
And be happy
I love my Pikachu
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
You're like the lightning.
A quick,
bright,
illuminating flash,
Shining a spotlight on all that is,
and is not.
The clouds start moving in,
obscuring the midday sky.
They layer upon one another,
blocking out all available sunshine.
The wind picks up,
rushing through the trees.
The Hit
We were in the same city when you died.I didn't know until hours after arriving homewhen I saw the pictures,saw you,I didn't understand.
Wade, I thought it was your birthday.
a flash of white
streaks across the sky of night.
that sudden flare
had given you quite a scare.
pitter-patter of the rain
Yes!? You feel it don't you?
A spark, no, an ember.
Oneof many embers, too,
long forgotten and with no stir.
A fire once great in your
eart. No, not just a flame,
but a bolt of lightning,
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings;
The rain falls and it sounds like home.
The thunder comes and I am hiding,
Under a table, away from you.
From your thunder-clap hands,
Lightning
One... Two... Three... Four....
A rumble..... Then a silence...
The rain didn't count as a sound in this storm too
It's falling drops were gentle, against this sky made without blue
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm
Thats what I call a storm
Barely suppressed fury
Thats what I call a storm
One could spend an eternity of Light and Waves
To fathom what’s just beyond the charcoal borders
Drowning everything in the passage of its escape.
Sometimes I think the weather follows me.The moon she still watches melike the day I was born.The storm on the air, it destroys with me.Lightning from inside of meleaves us blistered and torn.
When the storm clouds rolled,
I lifted my head to the sky.
When fate the lightning foretold,
I smiled but didn't wait to die.
Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain
only i know the feeling of empty loneliness
the true distance between me and happiness
only i can fake the smile
and hide the tears
I am from Hell
I was born there
I live there
I will die there
I am from the fires that rage when people are angry
Laugh there
Love there
Dream there
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
My hand shakes as I write.
Lines and curves.
Quivering like a crisp leaf,
as the calm before the storm dissipates.
I have so. Many. Questions.
The rain was cold and nipped the skin,
The Thunder boisterous,
And the Lightning un-disciplined.
It teased the silver Guardian
While the thunder spoke in a lion’s roar
Of the approaching soul.
Shining drops caress the leaves
Singing the song the nighttime weaves.
Lightning flashes, the thunder chimes
To the chaos of my mind.
Passionate love, wild like fury.
The edges of reality becoming blurry.
