Hurricane Katrina
I was born hipped and a whirling wheel of dangerous beauty.
I hovered in the horizon and sipped on my bloody wine,
my eyes growing an enflaming fire of blazing thunder.
I became a rumbling rollercoaster humming slow sounds,
bringing whooshing winds to fulfill my inner desires.
I shall be heard; every distant land will bow down and praise
my name.
I was a prized majestic jewel rising in the crimson shadows,
unleashing chaos.
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My name is Travis Green and I was born and raised in Middlesex, North Carolina. I grew up with my mom, Sandra Mitchener, and raised as a single child. My dad, Robert Lee Green, died in a car wreck when I was a baby. I graduated from North Carolina State University with a bachelor's degree in English in 2012. I'm also a visual artist who loves to draw pretty much anything in the world. I've been drawing for nearly 14 years. I recently published my poetry book, Life and Dreams in Poetic Words, and my autobiography, The Makings of Life and Dreams. My focus is to keep moving forward and chase after my dreams.
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