The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Hurricanes cause great destruction. They're senseless and immoral, yet, they have no clue what they're doing. As innocent as a flowers pollen. And, it seems, hurricanes make for good metaphors.
Dedi...
I grew up in South East Florida, about an hour north of Miami. This is a poem describing what summer was like growing up for me.
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
(A remake of my personal favorite poem)
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Hurricanes cause great destruction. They're senseless and immoral, yet, they have no clue what they're doing. As innocent as a flowers pollen. And, it seems, hurricanes make for good metaphors.
Dedi...
I grew up in South East Florida, about an hour north of Miami. This is a poem describing what summer was like growing up for me.
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
(A remake of my personal favorite poem)
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...