Stormie's blog: "Eye Of The Storm"

The rain drips like sadness down my face An empty collision of a broken heart thunders Lightning flashes through my eyes A storm created as a disguise Within a tornado of lies To demolish these ties.

A storm creeps in, closing the day Darkening skies, clouds of grey Thunder explodes as they collide Once driven by the fire of love Now burning away, like incense Leaving the fragrance of memories Love is neglected Struck by lightning (or life?) Tears wash away with the rain Love is slowly forgotten Claws of monotony grasp tightly Shattering any remains of shelter Silence... Hardening of the soul Thunder once more Confusion... Screams for help... Cries of pain... ...or is that laughter I hear in the sounds of the rain? -Published [Copyright ©2007 Stormie]

In this world holds a place where I may leave a mark... When glances remain upon my face, and impressions are never dark. Where no one is judgmental, for I am only me... Accept me please, for what I am, and who I'll always be. Forgive me of my flaws, for perfect I am not... Admire all my qualities, you'll find I have a lot. Offer me respect, and trust I'll yield to you... Show me something that you know, I'll show you something new. Give me a chance to show you that the best is yet to be... The boundaries are ceaseless when you set your diff'rences free. A day may come when I will know, we'll no longer strife... A day when I will mark this world and maybe change your life. -Published [Copyright ©2007 Stormie]

Dream of awakening In the awakening of a dream Amidst a silent scream As I reach for reality Living in an existence That I did not exist in But within a clinched fist Was a life I had missed You could not see The need to just be- Longing to set free My aura of sanity Listen to my cries As my soul sighs And my emotion dies Behind closed eyes -Published [Copyright ©2007 Stormie]

The love you claimed would fix the wounds, Instead only caused another soul to burn. As the souls come together into the light, You now fight to find the strings you once held, Yet they are nowhere in sight. The puppet you once held has pulled the strings from your grasp, And left the chains of regret behind her. As you pull the chains, It's your soul you feel yearning For what was once there can be no more. All that is left is the burning and screaming, From the pain that you caused. As the dawn comes you realize, The puppet has taken a new disguise. Has learned to live again. To watch and await your sad demise.