earthquake
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Streets bustling with cars, Trees crammed with birds. But afar in a family’s yard, A gathering is happening with an exchange of words. All was calm with the meet. So many uncles and cousins to greet. Hot dogs, burgers, peaches and jam, It
An earthquake inside me
Rumbling my core
Shaking never ending
Pieces of me fall
down
and down
The Core is buried
We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging for an escape
But I wouldn't
From panic to pandemonium
Where Richter Scale measured impact
People screamed in delirium.
Californians cried in a hum
Packing, running with lives intact
From panic to pandemonium.
Tempest Tempest,
Blowing in the grassland,
Divined in the land of Edith,
That one cannot resist.
And that is the innocent girl,
Taunting tearing
Unrepairing
Slipping cracking
Backward tracking
Falling freely
So unsweetly
Crashing flailing
No point in saving
Help me hold me
Crave me lift me
Should've been born a tap-dancer
Maybe that would justify the way
My foot beats incessantly at any solid surface
But that wouldn't explain my hands
Fingers fumbling around themselves
Lungs collapsed like buildings in the aftermath of an earthquake
A ripple spreading through bones and veins
The pulsations of a heart reduced to a stutter
A mere flutter
And things are falling
And crashing
In the midst of it all: Part 2
In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days
My mind can’t help but wander your way
Anything could happen at anytime
We are the word shakers,
the earthquakes,
breaking ground with the sounds
of a phrase from our mouths.
We are the protectors
of the mind, thinking up a rhyme
Last night I lay in bed
thinking that an earthquake shook my room
only to realize it was my heart beating.
Your love a natural disaster
my heart rattles in its cage
Duck cover and hold
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he does not consider survival
and lingers with denial
The river embraced its one true form
To travel its depths through hail and storm.
Through the village and through the town
Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
This night wins Darkness,
Overthrown, dim shines Her throne,
Follows fate of the dying firefly,
Sobs over its dimming light,
Mourns a flickering end,
Mocks the Moon’s defeat,
The cocky Night Gladiolus,
