She’s known as a hurricane.
Words like whipping winds.
Footsteps like crashing thunder.
Her aura, blinding lightening.
Only seeking
The destruction
Of all that’s in her path.
Keep your distance.
Take cover.
She’s a ruthless storm.
But these days,
She’s a sun shower.
Light is peeking
Through her clouds;
Picking up flower petals
In her cool breeze
On a scolding day in summer.
She’s gentle,
Though the rain still pours.
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Thoughts
Sometimes words pop into my head
Effortlessly and it begins to thread
And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.
Something like a poem or story I’m telling.
Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted
By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted
Some type of illness that lets my words flow,
My mind goes free and my pen just goes.
It’s funny sometimes because I notice
When I have things to do I tend to focus
On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.
Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.
So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.
These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking
And taking their time picking my brain
Of the right words to say and to be able to explain
That when I allow my pen to keep moving,
I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.
Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.
It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.
It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.
When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.
Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;
Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.
It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed
To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.
Combustible
This feeling is light and carefree,
Feeling bubbly and perky as can be.
It’s a feeling of the highest self.
A weight lifted, a floating feeling.
Yet, combustible.
Like any second an explosion could begin
And a domino effect –
The mind slips, anxiety forms, and here it is.
Back to that feeling of loneliness, sadness, and grief.
Not for anything in particular,
Just for me.
For the helplessness of succumbing to this feeling.
But right now, it’s nonexistent.
It’s the potential crisis they’re not aware of;
Loved ones, strangers.
A glow comes from this being in this higher state of mind,
However, this mind is not always so kind.
It takes strength to suppress the devastation of the soul
When the mind refuses to allow the highest form to grow.
Try with all your might,
Never rest a day.
You’ll find your highest self through each success in every day.
And though it may seem like a journey in the rough,
There will be the day when you say “I’ve had enough”.
Wildflower
Her heart was one of the kindest.
Her soul, one of the most unique.
Her body was her temple where she couldn’t help but to paint its walls.
Her mind was unpredictable; not even she knew what to expect.
A wildflower, surrounded by sunflowers and daisies.
Something was different.
Only the luckiest of people, she would blossom for.
When she blossoms it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.
You’ll find yourself speechless and find yourself falling for her without warning.
But, she won’t realize that it’s happening.
Only you.
Only you realize what she’s done.
She blossoms rapidly, but will only blossom for you.
If you’re lucky, she’ll fall under you just as you fall under her spell.
This is it.
She has you and you can’t figure out how it happened.
You don’t know what you love about her the most.
Is it her smile when she sees the sunset or the moon?
Or could it be the way her whole body glows when she makes someone smile?
Or maybe it’s her vibe. The way her soul welcomes you and makes you apart of her.
She makes it so easy to fall so hard.
You won’t expect it, you won’t realize it.
It’ll be when you’re watching her do her makeup,
Or when she’s sleeping,
Or even when she’s angry with you,
You’ll realize how hard you’ve fallen for her.
You’ll tell her how much you love her,
But it could never describe how in love you are with her.
You’ve never experienced a love like this.
You know she believes you when you say “I love you”,
But you wish you could put into words the feeling you get;
The feeling you get when you make her smile,
The feeling you get when she holds onto you with all of her might,
The feeling you get when you hear her laughter.
You come to terms that you’ll never be able to fully express these feelings with words.
Yet, you still get the urge to attempt to explain this love.
And for some reason, at 2am, these emotions flood your heart and soul.
If she’s not sleeping next to you, you can’t sleep;
If she is, all you do is watch her.
Watch her eyes flutter as she’s far away dreaming,
Watch her twitch and sprawl out, making herself comfortable.
You think about how lucky you are,
How lucky it is for you to wind up with a girl like her.
She’s an angel, the one you’ve been waiting for, the one you need, and you never want to lose her.
She is your universe.
Your Broken Heart
I know it breaks your heart
Knowing that she’s over you,
Knowing that she’s happy being on her own,
Knowing that you’re nothing to her now.
She knows what you did
And it hurt her,
But she doesn’t care anymore.
It has no effect on her or her life
Because you’re finally out of it.
It’s a pity to be you.
You know what you did,
But you still want to see her
To ‘strictly catch up’.
You know that’s not all you want
And so does she.
You’d plead to know who’s new in her life
And she’d laugh
Because she’ll know you’re just being nosey.
Then,
You’d fight with her,
Call her names,
Try to insult her,
But again, she’ll just laugh
And then she’d say
‘It’s a pity to be you.’
You want to know things about her
So that you feel like you’re still apart of her,
But you’re not.
You never will be again.
You’re nothing to her now,
But a small wrong turn in the past.
The one person she thought that could’ve help her
Wound up hurting her the most.
She doesn’t care anymore.
Although there was no apology
She forgave you
So she could move on.
So she wouldn’t be stuck.
But you realize
You’re the one that’s stuck.
You miss her.
You know you messed up
And it breaks your heart.
