Nature
My tongue twists
like a funnel cloud.
Descending all of my
insecurities through the
whispers of my lips.
How they slide through
the roaring rotation,
As the flat lands panic
of the velocity that I bring
towards their fertilizer.
How it sends broken pieces
to its tarnished home.
"Heavens stress crowned tragedy as the final judgement"
And as I,
Suck in the aftermath.
I bathe in the after-thought
that roars like thunder.
How my mind suddenly
becomes the teacher of
knowledge,
After the concrete becomes sore
of my sound.
-CMCrain
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like a funnel cloud.
Descending all of my
insecurities through the
whispers of my lips.
How they slide through
the roaring rotation,
As the flat lands panic
of the velocity that I bring
towards their fertilizer.
How it sends broken pieces
to its tarnished home.
"Heavens stress crowned tragedy as the final judgement"
And as I,
Suck in the aftermath.
I bathe in the after-thought
that roars like thunder.
How my mind suddenly
becomes the teacher of
knowledge,
After the concrete becomes sore
of my sound.
-CMCrain
© All Rights Reserved