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My Morphine #1
Writing through the pain
as my tears touch the page.
They blur the ink
like the line between friendship and fate.
But itâs worth it
because youâve probably felt the same.
Have you?
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Tornado
The National Weather Service has issued a severe weather warning. Storm Jemima has hit the south.
A tornado, intensity warning F3, is set to tear through your life, turn everything on its head,
emotions will be rife, this weather warning is most certainly a code red.
We cannot yet say whether the damage will be widespread
but there is sure to be a blustery path ahead.
Her sudden appearance may cause confusion,
no need to adjust, she wonât be a long-lasting intrusion.
However, after the initial luminosity you may become disillusioned.
Prepare to feel a surge of adrenaline
awaken your every sense
with her first presence.
Try not to be tense.
Remember she doesnât mean to cause offence.
She is as natural as mountains or the moonâs mere existence,
but with natural follows disaster,
donât fall victim to her false pretence.
With the commotion
you may want to tighten your grasp on common sense
before your thoughts condense
to only you and her,
you donât have time to build a wall for defence,
her deep rumbling is echoing,
sheâs hungry for you,
itâs about to commence.
The lights may be out for some time.
The only electricity will be the power drawing her closer to you,
until then, enjoy the view?
A change in atmosphere right on cue,
pressure is low,
she expects nothing from you.
Youâre going to bind in a whirlwind of heart-pounding excitement
and fear of devastation,
please beware of her irresistible fixation
on you.
She will cling to you,
she will consume you,
she will rip of your roof leaving you exposed to who knows who
because she believes it could be good for you,
opening up to places you never knew existed.
Her judgement may be twisted
but her mystery canât be resisted,
her patterns canât be predicted,
her actions canât be restricted.
Sheâs going to sweep you of your feet,
let you swirl amongst her cloud of frozen memories.
You being at the centre of her should not be confused with having a life of your own
to which you should retreat,
she will drop you back down to the ground
alongside your hail-stricken heartbeat.
How is it you feel complete when your heart is debris
drowning on concrete?
Leaves fly from branches of trees like birds.
If she teaches you one thing
let it be to be free.
To have no restrictions on the speed at which you chase your needs,
even after lightning strikes you can still succeed,
caught up in the strongest gusts you can still
breathe.
Her aggression was not meant for you.
No one wants to be a disaster
no matter how natural.
It accumulated inside of her and she blew
spine-chilling surface winds into your eyes,
blindingly beautiful skies
disturbed by cries to go back in time.
Power flashes from lines. Light the way
for broken futures to collide.
She invites you along for the ride.
To make this more complex,
what nonsense,
a multiple vortex is more destructive than a single cyclone.
Donât let her drag you too far into the unknown
or rotate your thoughts until dust becomes your home.
If youâre brave enough to cut of the air supply the vortex will weaken.
Roping out,
tornado choked with doubt
of her existence,
becoming a thin cut out
of her former self.
Trees creak as they straighten their backs to watch her dissipate.
You wonât see the same her again.
Donât forget after the storm will come a rainbow.
A rainbow to...
