I'm A Tornado
She’s a lover of disaster
A girl who’s naturally a fighter
Lost in the world’s atmosphere
Watching as the storm appears
Rain running through her veins
Many people call her insane
At ease with the wind
Feeling free with moment
Her thoughts are brewing
The storm is beginning
Her shouts are alarming
Lightning is vastly striking
Her blood warms with anger
Thunder breaks the silence
Her tears become memories of violence
The hail disrupts the pain
She’s on her knees searching for a saint
The clouds are becoming viscous
Her breath is coming out shortless
This storm a brewing is dangerous
...but so is she…
The quiet has come
Her mind is blank
The twister begins to descend
She’s only wanting this to end
It’s strength is overpowering
Her heart feels a comforting
The disaster is awfully memorizing
Her pain is finally subsiding
It’s destroying everything in it’s path
Her body feels painless at last
This beast is slowly dissipating
She starts realizing
A twister is her love
How she feels inside when she feels like dying
Becoming dangerous and scary
Hated by most, but loved by many
Naturally beautiful, naturally depressing
She’s a lover of disaster
And to her… that is very satisfying.
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Storm_Freak
I found that poetry is the one and only way to fully get out what's stuck in my mind/ heart. A dear friend of mine encouraged me to write poetry and ever since then, I've written these poems. In less then a year, my poems have become well liked amongst friends and family. The first 15 I posted are the first 15 I did in a year's time. I write for me, and for other people who want to read them. If you don't like what I write, then don't be hateful. Only be critical.
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