The thunder cracks!
How unreal.
Something with such power,
sporadic and unpredictable.
...
Two early mornings
and a chorus of blackbird.
I'm starting to think the acid
is going to my head?
...
While visiting a state
of sub-reality,
I was approached
by a stranger,
...
Part one; The Acceptance.
When the apocalypse comes
where will you be?
...
At night I scream the songs of the streetlights.
They simply smile and sing back at me.
As they sing their song, I smile.
...
I dream a dream quite often.
One of love and romantic ideals.
But I’m sorry to say that it is just that.
A dream.
...
Born in 92. A small town teenager with the simple desire to make a name in the literary world.)
Thunder Storms. [3 Short Poems]
The thunder cracks!
How unreal.
Something with such power,
sporadic and unpredictable.
A wicked trick,
with the epitome of strength.
I'm in no place of fear.
As i shouldn't be.
Fear is the root of power,
as fear inspires power.
But be aware.
Nature makes sure
man knows it's place.☮
-
The torrential rain drops,
falling ever faster.
They sing the symphony of the skies.
Listen,
and you may just learn a little something.☮
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There is an epic drum roll,
that the thunder beats.
The lightning dances along,
with an earth shattering plié,
across the skies.☮