#memoirsofathunderstorm

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/Diary #120

August 19th, 2020 at 1:51 am

Unleashed (Mother Earth)

I am fire

and

I am ice

I am the rubble

falling at your feet

and the wind blowing you down to the ground.

I am Mother Earth unleashed,

and now I’m done trying to be bound.

By sand, dust, gust and embers,

tiny frost lingering.

You will see me fully

clearly

and I swear

You will never forget me.

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/Diary #100

February 5th, 2019 at 12:32 PM

a gorgeous diamond

her goddess stare would drive away their language

bare honey smooth skin

sweating peach juice and beauty

why must you lather our men with lust

leave them there

frantic chant of worship

heave and scream with red vision

wanting to please you an eternity

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/Diary #121

October 22nd, 2020 at 9:21 am

Lately I’ve found myself wandering streets I long ago left, miles away, getting lost in their memories and lingers.

So much I’ve started smelling them again,

touching them barely with my fingertips.

Hearing their echoes just far enough away to not quite understand what they are saying,

and the sight of them sends a hard feeling to my gut, and an ice cold shiver to my heart.

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/Diary #119

August 6th, 2020 at 9:17 am

Melancholic pearls formed outside the window pane, and in my eyes as I realized now, it was 9 years ago we had first held each others arms, and the first time we kissed.

It was all so very pure as the love we had already had for each other in the small time before this, had been through connection without touch, only voices and lingering words of promise to see one another.

What a wasted love it would be.

You tried so hard for us, but my heart couldn’t keep crumbling for every day I couldn’t touch you after that, and it all exploded. 

Now I can’t enter your home again, and you won’t let me in either.

I threw that key away, to keep it from my reach, and you were the one that caught it, and hid it away to keep me gone.

New lives unspoked of, never known of,

but I miss you, even if this is the only way I can’t tell you.

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/Diary #117

July 7th, 2020 at 4:37 pm

When the rain hits the ground in my hometown,

it’s like it evaporates cold in to the air and brings forth a frigid wind,

and when the sun is at it’s highest and most boiling point, it’s like being in a desert with no water.

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/Diary #111

February 28th, 2020 at time unknown

The Port

Feel like I’ve been sailing an eternity in thunderstorms, 

only to find myself in hurricanes when I arrive

at your still watered port

and unshaking ground.