When the skies open up I feel so small
not a target anymore lost; in events of momentous weather
When I see the skies darken I feel relief
The thunder, the drip drip splatter, or the swirling crystals white
I can feel more alone than ever, self contained, broken free from
the voices, from the judging eyes, the moral rebuke.
The world pauses; I can catch my breath
It's the same breath, my world is not enlightened, the questions remain but
Precipitation seems to wipe my mind a little cleaner
It used to be a lot cleaner
but I'm older now, surrounded by people, trucks, blacktop, despair,
and memories
It's more difficult to be truly alone, to be free.
Still...it's raining, gently, rinsing, screening and
that's something...
Cleaner Living
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Dark foreboding weather makes me happy 
Put's me in synch with the world.
Now everybody outside can see what I see inside.
Put's me in synch with the world.
Now everybody outside can see what I see inside.
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Subduction; non-tectonic
And the quite; everyone else is a little blue. So the world is a bit more at peace.
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And let the Whining Commence
OMG the world is SOooo irritating.
It's OK, It's OK, It's OK, It's OK, It's OK.
It can be OK, It can be OK, It can be OK, It can be OK.
It might be OK, It might be OK, It might be OK.
It aught to be OK, It aught to be OK.
I wish it were OK.
Why didn't I just stay in bed?
It's OK, It's OK, It's OK, It's OK, It's OK.
It can be OK, It can be OK, It can be OK, It can be OK.
It might be OK, It might be OK, It might be OK.
It aught to be OK, It aught to be OK.
I wish it were OK.
Why didn't I just stay in bed?
I hear you Frame...
Electricity floods my veins
Pulsing through
As though with a vengeance.
Below my feet
The earth, it trembles-
My heart no stranger
To the storm within.
Tears flood these eyes.
Alone, I stand bare
Against a cold, tempest
Where very few care...
Why, then, should I ?
I am beyond all repair.
Electricity floods my veins
Pulsing through
As though with a vengeance.
Below my feet
The earth, it trembles-
My heart no stranger
To the storm within.
Tears flood these eyes.
Alone, I stand bare
Against a cold, tempest
Where very few care...
Why, then, should I ?
I am beyond all repair.
Thankyou Frame,
I'd just read it again and wasn't too sure! It only took but a few minutes to write, longer than my average. I figured it would suck. Lol. But I can see that it all depends on HOW it's read--whether or not it 'flows' right.
Hmmm. Maybe I'll write another one. To be honest though, I had writer's block for quite a while, prior to the above poem! I'll try and post another one though. This is a hobbie I really have missed!
I'd just read it again and wasn't too sure! It only took but a few minutes to write, longer than my average. I figured it would suck. Lol. But I can see that it all depends on HOW it's read--whether or not it 'flows' right.
Hmmm. Maybe I'll write another one. To be honest though, I had writer's block for quite a while, prior to the above poem! I'll try and post another one though. This is a hobbie I really have missed!
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"Dark foreboding weather makes me happy"
Living up here is a little different in a lot of ways. We don't get much real weather. I mean it gets cold in winter and warm in summer, but we hardly ever get a real honest to god rainstorm. Where it pours down and there's thunder and lightning. I spent a semester at a school in Iowa once. Maharishi International University in Fairfield. Instead spring, every day the clouds would roil across the sky and the rain would pour out. I didn't like the heat, but I do miss the intensity of the weather.
On the bright side I can't remember the last time I locked my house. In the 26 years I've had the place I doubt I've locked the door more than 100 times.
Living up here is a little different in a lot of ways. We don't get much real weather. I mean it gets cold in winter and warm in summer, but we hardly ever get a real honest to god rainstorm. Where it pours down and there's thunder and lightning. I spent a semester at a school in Iowa once. Maharishi International University in Fairfield. Instead spring, every day the clouds would roil across the sky and the rain would pour out. I didn't like the heat, but I do miss the intensity of the weather.
On the bright side I can't remember the last time I locked my house. In the 26 years I've had the place I doubt I've locked the door more than 100 times.
Hey Frame,
So you love thunder storms too, huh?! It's funny you mentioned it because I too complain about not getting much of that here. It's rare when it thunders & lightenings. When it does, it's like 2 or 3 rumbles. (just a tease to let you know what you're missing--then it's gone) I've lived in the south, and while I couldn't stand the heat, I did enjoy the storms! They're simply beautiful. Some people thought me odd...enjoying what they considered to be "bad weather." But to me? The meaner the storm the better! Haha. Even the tornado watches were a gigantuan thrill! So, maybe in THAT sense, I'm a bit strange... Do you ever feel more 'energy' during a storm?? It's hard to explain, but it makes me feel more ALIVE! It's as though every cell of my being awakens, and all depression/anxiety are temporarily gone. It's a wonderful feeling that I just can't get enough of. When my brother and I lived in the south, we'd sit and watch thunder storms for HOURS! I truly do miss them. Wish we were getting one now.
So you love thunder storms too, huh?! It's funny you mentioned it because I too complain about not getting much of that here. It's rare when it thunders & lightenings. When it does, it's like 2 or 3 rumbles. (just a tease to let you know what you're missing--then it's gone) I've lived in the south, and while I couldn't stand the heat, I did enjoy the storms! They're simply beautiful. Some people thought me odd...enjoying what they considered to be "bad weather." But to me? The meaner the storm the better! Haha. Even the tornado watches were a gigantuan thrill! So, maybe in THAT sense, I'm a bit strange... Do you ever feel more 'energy' during a storm?? It's hard to explain, but it makes me feel more ALIVE! It's as though every cell of my being awakens, and all depression/anxiety are temporarily gone. It's a wonderful feeling that I just can't get enough of. When my brother and I lived in the south, we'd sit and watch thunder storms for HOURS! I truly do miss them. Wish we were getting one now.
Sooo, all three of us have depression...The three of us also enjoy that 'dark, foreboding weather.' I'm kinda curious if more people like "bad weather" who are depressed, compared to those who don't. (??) The answer would be interesting to know! I know that in MY case, my love of major storms runs in the family.
Yes, unlike buses, or trains, or people (which tend to drain my energy and congest my brain), weather tends to clear my head and transfer energy to my body. I also feel somehow that the wilds are easier to survive than the village. I suppose, as a child I escaped tribulations of judgmental people by wandering the country side. I've always felt an inner peace out there.
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