The Storm.

It’s peaceful, a thunderous sky. Soft rain tapping at the glass

trailing down, someone’s always last. A split second of

illumination, blink, and you’ll never know how far away those

disturbed clouds are. It’s like that elusive wish,

on the shooting star. Rumbles echo, dancing through

the rain drops, hiding beneath the covers praying it

will soon stop. Static air that clings to your skin, if

we’re lucky a rainbow to show a storm has been.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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