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Screams shatter my ears. Down the winding road I go;Visualizing all of my fears.
A steady pace is what I seek.One void of rocky cliffs and violent storms.A chance to find solace at its peak.
Heat and terror in a crowd
As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind
Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
Lightning strikes
Faster than I can think.
Thunder roars
So loud I can't hear myself think.
Rain pours down
Washing away all emotion.
Peaceful storm
Quieting the commotion.
you are blue in its dullest and brightest forms.
you are the sky, throwing your arms open above me with no clear idea of what you're trying to reach.
no matter where i'm looking, i always see you.
Weather rain no sun today
Cold bitter breeze no hats made out of hay.
Jackets, coats, sweaters and mitts to keep warm.
Today is going to be a storm
Don’t forget the umbrella the poncho too.
I'm grasping. Clenching.
My fists in sorrow.
As I keep loosing this sand through my fingers.
It cuts into my hand,
As I squeeze it even harder.
But as I do, I loose even more and my heart drops.
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
Sirens, green and purple skies,
We need to hide, we need to hide, we need to hide
Yelling to get to safety when
there was no close danger
Thunder.
Hearing the cracks of lightning
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.
Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke
My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
A world full of doubt, skies clouded.
Roads do not seem clear, yet we still continue driving.
Through the fog, aiming towards our destination,
is it okay to become lost?
The storm in the sky
It can't be controlled
The rain comes down
The thunder sounds
I try to take cover
but no where to go
Hide your treasure
Don't let them know
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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?
Bipolar is:extreme changes in mood, from mania to depression. Between these mood episodes, a person with bipolar disorder may experience normal moods.
My idea of bipolar:
Like a flower bright and tall
Surrounded by weeds
But shines and never hides
Making it through
Being pulled down to doom
Stormy weather comes with the lighting that flashes, but never strikes
The thunder that cracks, but inevitably fades
The wind that pushes, and almost wins
The rain that drenches, and weighs her down slightly
He shook me furiously and the thunder shook the house surrounding my fragile skeleton.
~awatr
The storm was closing in
The ship wouldn’t survive
The Captain told us to take the lifeboat
“Go back home to your wives”
We all piled in
But we didn’t want to leave
The Captain was adamant
It’s said that you only really appreciate something when it’s gone
It’s a cliché, I know, but I can’t tell you how real that is
Especially when it’s something you’ve never even had
I can’t say much,
water drips from the sky like blood
staining all the land
it hits the ground
without a sound
there is nowhere safe to stand
I see it over there on the horizon and dread what it is to come.
Knowing there is no escaping makes me feel all numb.
Oh why on why do I feel this way, I thought I got help.
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day.
a joyous celebration of life.
the clouds spoiled the ambiance,
but the rain never came.
Poetry is a storm
Forlorn and freeing to me.
Drops in an ocean,
drops of emotion,
a crazy wild downpour
of speaking human feeling.
Drops of wild,
drops of love,
It smells like rain
Like screen porches and grass
Earlier the sky turned gray
Almost green
And the rain sounded like hail
To see the world
Through the frame of words
The moon in the sky
Above ponderosa pines
This scent in the air
Of the rain and wind
To catch and pin
The world to the page
The worst part was waiting in this uncanny limbo.
We were sitting prey for the storm to come.
Rain, Rain don’t go away,
Please stay for another day.
Your voice is calming,
Your air is taunting.
The sleep you bring is blissful,
who am I?
nothing feels right.
I cannot see with sight
or, at least not quite,
my skin feels too tight
around this soul.
around this hole;
that's consuming me,
their presuming me;
The silk-soft dewdrops crash so quickly against the calloused ground,The scent of fresh earth fills my nose.The birds take cover all around,I see the blooming of a rose. Calmness fills the silence,I watch the soft flowers be rinsed.The water glide
The trees they sway.
The wind convey,
Their branches all a ’swinging.
The breeze can whisper,
Make you shiver,
On feathery wisps a ’winging.
The wind grows louder,
Sunday’s best paired with lightning clouds
Corrective seems too staged
Your heavens never cleared
Ain’t like you to cry on this page
Little girl, now don't be sad,
I understand your pain,
How you feel there's no way out,
That you have gone insane.
As the storm passed
the sea hushed.
The winds aroma of salt and
the calm waves send her in a sway.
As a child of the cosmos,
her soul belongs to the universe.
Her lungs fill with moon dust.
The angry skies on a sleepless night,
Rolling thunder, flashes of light,
A tireless battle midst roiling clouds.
A quick parry, a sudden thrust,
Their booming voices,
“Storm”
Have my anger, my greed, and my anxiety
But foul thoughts, aren’t reminiscent of my piety.
So time after time - and via subtle rhymes.
Time slip beneath no wind as the purple star shaped petals glisten
Voices can be heard within the hollow air
The clouds hold heavy as it grew by the minute
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.
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine.
These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself,
they have made a home between my nerves.
A peaceful place inside the chaos.
A long voyage to undertake embarks
Sailing ships through waters tumble and rough
Veiled mystique takes hold of shipmen’s hearts
Arrows try to end the war before it starts
Deep-throated thunder booming across the vale
Shattered glass and
Called out to my heart like home.
The thunder; it roars in the night resembling my stomach,
for which I haven't ate a thing in days.
Staring at my food, picking around it with my fork.
The wind seems to blow cold sharp shards into my skin.
Lifting my eyes to the sky above me,
I enjoyed one last glimpse of the light.
And as I prepared my heart, in came the clouds of darkness
To surround me in a seemingly endless night.
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
This year has tested me.
Tested my strength,
Tested my courage,
Tested my ability.
Problems arising like constant showers during a storm,
All day and all night,
It's never ending.
if i could tell you one thing
i would tell you
that i was sorry
really sorry,
aching chest sorry
and i would tell you to love yourself
With eyes like thunder,
The girl raged like the sky and
Spewed lighting as if it were words.
With mirroring fury,
The ocean thrashed and beat the cliffs
As the girl swept away her room and
You’re making me new
Giving me a new groove.
Wiping clear the past,
Correcting us with Your divine chast.
While the rod de God hurts
All these tears are washing away with the rain
All these fears are stripping away my insanity
Every memory fades away with the past
And each thought of you hurts more than the last
A storm is coming
The school is quite
kids slam car doors
and ride off on bikes
with unbuckled helmets
fast
they hurry home
Wheels buzz
like bee's wings
Who knows me better than the Earth?
The rain pours down to where I perch
This feeling, being all alone
Think to myself, "What am I worth?"
Rain-laden clouds
Swept
Over the land,
Meeting with
The untouched
Dusky sky,
Heralding the treacherous,
Disastrous deluge from the
Heavens that was
Yet to come.
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,
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.
I love when it rains like the Heavens are crying
And I wonder if it’s that or something interstellar
Maybe the stars are happy and the clouds were watching
So they cried tears of joy
Maybe He saw that we needed rain
the feeling of raindrops
the smell of heavy skies
the warm water-laden breeze
remind me of home
the dark earth smell
and clear cut water
make me want to bottle up
I've never heard such a ruckus,
Even after the rocks, and the hail
panging against the clean window.
Scratching, tearing away-
The storm lifted higher
Those clouds now emerge even
All I ever wanted is gone, down on the ground with the debris.
All is lost undrneath the dirt and rocks
Down with the worms, the bird seed amist of rain
washes away into the gutter.
Unchained and unchanged am I
A fire:
I will take everything
You ever loved
And burn it to the ground.
A wind:
I will whip these ashes around you,
Taunting you with memories lost,
I am a whirlwind,
A tornado,
A hurricane.
I am a force of nature.
And I am trying
So, so hard
Not to tear you to pieces.
But
Storms were not meant to be contained
Like a sudden wind she was there in my life
A gust that blew in from parts unknown
Swirled clouds around me, and it had my attention
And soon, a sweet rain started to fall
Refreshing in a way I had forgotten
The lemon grass scent belonged to her pecan tinted skin.
Her stare soft but filled with a pinch of fear.
When the breeze roared and fell on us heavy like a brick.
I gasp in fear as I for the first time see
The frightening, frothy foam around me
With selfish fright, I see the swiftness of the water
Flowing steadily to you, my father
The dust swirled with great aggression,
resembling my thoughts,
twisted and uncontrollable.
The sky illuminated with darkness,
black and gray, and ash,
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,
(written 6/2/2015)
A furious cold envelopes my envious starving flesh
In the same way that the crying streetlights flood the earth in clouded salty tears
The wind will rip through your hair.
The rain will pound on the ground.
The thunder will roar overhead.
But you msut stand your ground.
The shots will be fired.
The dust will rise.
If tears are only saltwater streaks,
then my heart must be as wide and deep
as the ocean
and just as rough and salty.
The waves are crashing against me,
but I only feel numb now.
My senses are sharpened
The will has toughened
Into a planet I go
With a shadow of a dream
The darkness surrounds me
In destiny I stand
Come here little man
The slaughter comes fast
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
Purging concerns and shadowed secrets,
Spilling tears and spitting hate.
Catharsis is a spinning storm
Where you release the weight.
The storm comes back again,
As night claims the horizon,
My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me.
On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully.
That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
The air hangs heavy in the room
And one can only feel the gloom
As one sits there all alone
As the storm goes on
One look has more power than a lightning strike
for in her eyes you can see the impending storm
The fierce clouds that once colored the distance
Who is it that I see when I look into the sky?
Is it her? No, maybe it’s her. No, neither, it’s a blank canvas to me.
it started with a wave
no
a tsunami.
it started with a tsunami
bringing chaos to the order
crushing the structure
flooding normal
until i was drowning in an endless ocean
Rivers, made of streets, rushed by;rising higherthrough the night.
Houses crumbled to the ground;people lost anddead were found.
The clouds roll over the sky,
And the rain begins to fall,
As if they have lost everything.
Some think it's beautiful.
But if crying is beautiful, then so is the darkness.
Sunny day
With a light rain
Calm, peaceful, beautiful
Suddenly, a strong wind rises
It gets stormy; wild
Violent weather, and the rain intensifies
The sky is dark
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm
Thats what I call a storm
Barely suppressed fury
Thats what I call a storm
He'll beat you with secrets
He'll be drunk off lies
You'd be a fool to fall into his trap
I know I cannot control you
Your life is yours to live
Experiment with your set of boys in
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.
I am a wind.
I am the air rushing through the leaves,
Happy and energetic,
Flying and free.
Sometimes my speed picks up.
I get angry. I run from my problems.
I know I can be too much sometimes.
Pitter patter
pitter patter
The rain falls so softly
As I sit and drink my coffee
Thinking to myself how peaceful that day would be
Sitting there writing poetry
Sinking in my chair
Ask my grandmother what it is like to live
with her husband, my Papa,
and she'll point her doe eyes straight
into your soul with a gaze full of fear.
Fear of the constant storm that hangs
I feel a poem like you feel rain
hanging in the air, stirring the skies
soon to strike skin but not quite yet
the way birds declare spring miles before you smell puddles
how the beetles cower in tree-nooks
I am a force to be reckoned with.
I seize emotions,
Dazzle with my inner chaos,
And topple egos.
Let me hear the rolling thunder
Let me stand out in the rain
Envelope the days and troubles
Wash away the hidden stain
The sky begins to turn black,
The thunder rolls on,
The winds pick up,
And the storm moves in.
The grass sways and stirs,
The animals grow wary.
The storm has arrived,
I’m wrapped up tight within my sheets
Behind my curtains blows a gust
Up and down the lonely streets
Calm my heart, this I must
As the shadows find me still
In gentle dreams can I trust?
Simmer in the sun,
Dive in the lake.
Roll in the fescue,
Feel the wind break.
Frolic in the flowers,
Dance in the rain.
Twirl under trees,
Hear the rushing and the gushing
Of the wind’s resounding might,
O’er the ruckus of the rain
One day, my shoulders will give inDefiance will admit defeat, and they willDrop, like theBone-weary man wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.
Her hair frames her face in tarnished-golden wringlets
barely going past her shoulders
her face, long, glowing with elegance and grace
her eyes, an aqua blue so light in tint
Thunder striking
Rivers crashing
Lightning blinding
Storm raging
Foaming darkness
Screaming anger
Swiftly moving
Billowing clouds
Hold on tight as the wind is blowing by
Grab onto the side and don't you let go,
It will feel heavy but the days will fly.
The vibrations may make you want to die
the ladies of the foam
prepare for the dance
their legs kicking
higher
as they stretch to the sky
the ladies of the foam
start the opening number
slowly
These cold hands are stuggling
Can't get warm if anything
I try and try again
Only to get colder than
The heart of this dead body walking
I can't resist the coughing
A Christmas tree puzzle
sits in pieces on the dirty-white carpet floor.
A little girl in a decorated blue sweater is looking out
her rain-drenched window to see
her slowly flooding street.
Are you frightened by the storm?
Come with me where you’ll be warm,
The moon tried to reach the earth,
Casting midnight’s afterbirth.
Lightning scars the blackened skies,
Come with me, we’ll run and hide,
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Your generalizations on girls
Could be a hidden truth of
My worth to you,
But in your eyes I spot
Total opposite of these "hidden truths".
Your worth to me seems
So much higher than my
Worth to you,
I wish I lived alone
so no one would have
to hear the rain fall
and the rolling thunder
Instead I hide
and bury myself
in blankets and pillows
in fear of being heard.
I am stuck between two conflicting forces
They pull me side to side as if I am in a storm on a boat
Well today my boat is my mind and my hair is the storm
Pull left tug right
A flat iron or curls
Each time I peered down the rabbit hole
I got a glimpse of a forgotten world
It’s dreamt about, but no one ever dares to go there
I wasn’t any better
Just an audience, a speculator from bird’s eye view
That storm was a woman.Once nearly silent; she sat away in the corner. Her beauty and sparkling eyes disguised her strinking tongue.
Why, my daisy,
Do your petals droop?
Fading, falling to the ground?
And why, my daisy,
Do you bow down to the wind
When gusts growl and roar with rage?
The Rain
It Falls.
Those Cannonballs
Exploding Upon
The Ground.
Destruction
Our Home
It Crumbles.
My Sisters
They Drown.
The Life of an Ant
You're like a storm,
Beauty and power rolled into one.
I'm strangely fascinated by you,
Yet afraid of the havoc and destruction you'll leave in your wake.
Your eyes are lightning,
One runny nose and two puffy red eyes says she's being irrational,
A barrage of words only partially heartfelt,
Unstoppable and not the least bit held back
Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Air.
Silver shining, lightly lying, beneath the bellowing clouds
Creeping slowly, settling flowing, rising from the ground
Not a whisper or a sigh, missing or awry, in the wondering eye
I write to feel. I write becouse I need it to be real. The words on the page solidify my brain, allowing me to no longer feel the pain. I write for the good, I feel the evil.
When in October, the showers did fall
The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all
A roaring monster, an ominous beast
I fly because I have no wings.
My dreams are never constant.
My hands sometimes have blood strewn across my fingers,
my head is sometimes a floatless blob.
To dream means that you care.
I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts
My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
The roaring of the seas,
Clogs my ears for me.
Fears pound around my head,
Hidden now and then,
By rising droplet armies,
I don't want
a sweet heart
no flowers
or sweet nothings
It's not for me
if it doesn't scare me
I need the fear
it brings
So take your easy lover
and wash it downt he rain
Panic sets in..
There's another storm in my temple,
but it naturally stands firm.
A place of ryhthmic vibrations,
and home of love's peculiar creations.
There's a need for an outpour,
You're all I think about; morning, noon, and night.
When you're not around, I miss you so much and it hurts so bad...
You take a big part of me...my heart...and I'll never ask for it back.
The king within his castle looked out upon the sky, The dead-still air seemed restless, the sunlight seemed to die. The clouds came marching onward, an army dread and chill; Within his purple chambers, the king kept watching still. A rippling
-----------------------------------------
Like a storm baby
Let's make way
Lightening.
Thunder.
No sight of day.
Dark
Cold and damp.
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.
Just like the calm before the Storm
There was serenity in my heart
Then you had to come into it
And everything just falls apart
My Mind is a screming chaos
Like a ship stuck in the Storm
They tried to teach poetry as a class in fifth grade,
Even the teacher opposed to ‘teaching’ poetry,
Poetry is not taught, it is felt in your heart and soul,
It is a way of expressing yourself like nothing and no one else,
stopped in the street
cant feel my heart beat
snow falls down
most wonderful dreaming clouds
all the bad things in the world
obliterate into an unknown swirl
chills through your spine
The calm, cool wind
Whistles outside
A storm rising
Threatens to take a life
Raindrops tease the ground
Toying with the air
A blanket covers the sky
Taking away light
A ship was caught on the sea one night,
Caught in a massive storm.
It was as if it were fighting a big fight.
Almost no one could cease to mourn.
There is a fire in the sky!
A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive!
Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me
With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
I saw you dancing in the rain
As your body swerved
The treacherous wind swayed
Your foot skudded
skud
skud
against the pavement floor and with it
the rain beat beat
against the earth's core
When love breaks its like a storm
Inside everything is torn
The smell of rain is rolling in
You know this love is about to end
For a moment everything stalls
While the first rain drop has time to fall
The storm takes all that it tuches
Consuming and Devoring is al it knows
One man ravles the wast land of the storm
Looking for one rose
The storm has taken all that he has
This man has nothing to lose
His night is rough and bleak
Tears run down his cheeks
As the rain pours and slaps the ground
His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound
For he knows the consequence of yelling
A sweltering hot summer’s day
Clouds gather like a funeral procession
And let down their tears
Earth is cleansed as pelting sheets of drops flood empty streets
Empty but for one bare-footed stranger
Kiss me good night
As the stars crash around us
And day turns slowly to night--
As fog rolls across your face
Blocking you from my view,
But not from my heart.
Hold me close
As the clouds dance above
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.
Down the jaded, dusty road to the west,
Clouds form coalitions with no lassitude,
And white billows transcend beyond the dark ones,
Occult behind the density of the precursors of a transformation.
Before the day of the wind,
Before it aggrandized and became a threat,
Before it swirled above me, becoming anything but vapid,
I had the sleazy, grass-topped shelter that I called home.
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.
The sky is dark and haunting.
It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows.
Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.
