jiggle

her thighs are white like lightning strikes

just as blinding as the sun

but boy she loves to watch them

jiggle as she runs

her feet stomp like thunder

sending ripples through her skin

that blue ribbon hugs her chest

she jiggles as she wins

via Daily Prompt: Jiggle

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(for my stretch marks)

(for my stretch marks)

 

i’ve got badass lightning strikes on my thighs

did i ever tell you?

well i do

i’ve got crooked knees and

blurred vision

ears that could use cleaning

tiny wrists and a scar on my thumb

the occasional gray hair

acne scars and a chipped tooth

all of which are beautifully me

but my favorite – easily –

are the badass

electrifying

white lines

that decorate my thighs

i wear my stripes

like a fucking warrior

Love For a Summer Storm

This is a response to a daily post a few days ago: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/daily-prompt-rain/

I love a summer storm

The rush of the rain

The heartbeat of the earth

Pulsing through my veins

I love a summer storm

The rumbling of the thunder

The rattling of my house

As the trees are torn asunder

I love a summer storm

The flash of lightning

The yellow eerie glow

Fascinating, yet frightening

I love a summer storm

The warmth of a worn armchair

The smell of a good story

Swirling in the tempestuous air

I love a summer storm

The thrill that comes from existing

Daring to push my window open

To feel the storm writhing and twisting

I love a summer storm

The perfect rainy afternoon

The pleasure and excuse twirled together

A thunderstorm in June

Electrified: Daily Post Response

So, this poem is a response to this post:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/29/daily-prompt-dickinson/

Which basically said write a poem!! So here you go, hope you enjoy.

Electrified

The rain wails and cries

Pouring down in sheets

Covering the streets

Rushing with a thousand sighs

Thunder drops its heavy fist

Lightning strikes the ground

Frying the trees brown

As their shriveled branches twist

Into the pitch black abyss

Leaves electrified green and glowing

Every single vein showing

Nature simply can’t resist

The wind howls with a fury, roars with rage

Twists and shakes and rattles bones

Smacks and overturns slimy stones

That was her cue and this is her stage

Rolling, rollicking thunder rumbles

Lightning crashes down once more

Lighting up the muddy floor

Tempestuous storms – the earth tumbles

Down the Drain

I can feel the earth shudder

As the thunder rattles my bones

Yellow squiggles of electricity

Rip through the sky

Blinding, stunning, extraordinary

Hazy glowing imprints

On the inside of my eyelids

Trying to blink them out

Instead a salty drop slides down

Trickles into the corner of my mouth

Dry, cracked lips

In need of water, in need of something

Another boom of thunder

Jolts fear into my heart

We are all actors

In the play called life

But only some have a script

The rest wander around in a fog

Hands reaching, searching

Feeling the air for something to grip

Something to hold onto

Another tear slips down my cheek

Or maybe it’s a raindrop

They blend together like

Electrocute, Sitcom or Clash

The thunder clashes

As I fall with the lightning

Down to the ground

But I don’t disappear

I am still here

Along with all the problems the world can hold

And then some

I am still here

Confused and desolate and frightened

Teeth close on fingernails that aren’t there

And fingers feel for a hand that’s not coming

I can still hear the gunshots

Though they are not here

I still am