As the nightwinds rumble

the sky begins to crack,

the flashes are surreal...

we are under attack.

Mother Nature is fierce;

a force to be reckoned.

She's had about enough

of human indiscretion.

She often goes unnoticed,

until the ground beneath us shakes.

She will not be quieted,

while she slowly crumbles and bakes.

We are losing every battle,

Failing every single mission.

And she's had about enough,

of human indiscretion.

#MotherNature #Hurricane #Earthquake #ClimateChange

Thinking, thinker, think...

think...

thought?

Your mind can reign your emotion,

You can manipulate your voice,

To instead of feeling what you feel

You are able to enjoy...

Enjoy that cup of coffee,

even when you're out of cream.

Enjoy that walk in the park,

so what if it rains?

Find pleasure in your errands,

even when something turns awry.

There is no use for frustration,

so put it out of your mind.

Don't go and visit,

not even in the darkest hour.

Don't ever find that thought again,

Because it doesn't matter.

-As in, madness.

This is my gift.

To see the world,

no filter...

as is.

I have been preparing for this. The end of the world, I mean. I have food for months, antibiotics, water, etc. I felt the duty to provide for my children in the case of natural disaster. We have all made it home. We have boarded the windows and doors. We are going to stay for the long haul. My husband has thousands of downloaded movies. Solar panels, check. Water purification, check. We are veterans of military service. We have the will and desire to succeed.

But, to be honest. I did not think this would be it. I really did not consider that zombies would ever be even remotely possible. It is gruesome and wretched. Something like the rapture. I DON'T KNOW.

Okay, I think our neighbors have all boarded up. Our weapons are loaded. Our home is becoming restless already. The kids are trying to peer through the small cracks in the boards on the windows. The baby has not cried yet. I hope you can't hear him cry outside. I am not sure how many are out there anymore. Maybe none. Maybe....

Anyway, my husband is still prepping for the long term while I type. We want to survive this until the end. And it should end. Or become the new normal. Whichever is fine.... we are prepared. 

I knew that I would wreck it,

I did it anyhow.

I begged my soul for mercy,

and yet it would not quell.

Until the breeze had smoothed the sail,

and it did it well.

I knew that I would wreck it,

blow it all to hell.

Tear it down and tear it down

until you couldn't tell

anything ever existed here;

the remnants barely show the tale.

There was no wreck after all,

just a fatal twist,

the only thing that died,

was a person who did not exist.

Her hero, heroin...

Her hallowed habitat;

Hazy,

Humiliated,

HIGH.

Heaps of horror.

Herds of hurt. 

How have hearts

heard her holler?

Honing habitual hate.

I hired him to do it,

I didn’t want the blood on my hands.

He seemed discreet enough,

Or so my desperation told me.

I hired him to do it.

But, I didn’t tell him how.

It seemed more gruesome than I had imagined.

But, who am I to judge?

My hired help was captured,

And in his darkest moment he caved.

That night I was arrested,

The guilt came rushing in.

I committed murder,

With only money in my hand.

I compelled someone else to do my bidding,

Through financial prowess.

I exploited his weakness.

I made him pull the trigger.

I am guilty of murder.

He is the only one to whom I am remorseful.