Love me like fire in a house caving in,
A blaze that devours the walls within.
Love me like wounds that refuse to sleep,
Still open, still gasping, still cut too deep.

Etch your name on my breaking skin,
Not soft, not gentle—let the carving begin.
If you won’t love me ruthless, don’t even start;
I’d rather be ashes than half a heart.

Hold me like lightning that splits the sky,
A flash, a scream, a reason to try.
Hold me like a secret we’ll never tell,
Like the last confession at the gates of hell.

Cling to me, blood on your trembling hands,
Through the ache of scars no one understands.
Catch me when storms rip me apart,
Through wreckage, through ruin, through my failing heart.

Even if loving me tears you in two,
Bleed with me, burn with me—
I will still choose you.

Drizzles call, drops fall
Flicks a stillness storms fleeing
Then got to know a flock
of drips dancing in youth
outside the windowsill
So close, so away,
Enough for a drizzloss.
Cradling me a home,
yearned I, isn’t it rainproof?
Yes, if only you were blocked.
In sprinkling pond sank me lost
for gray invaded, drops are doomed
As if dawn dwells upon morn frost
Humming a tune composed by
the weeping sky

Sometimes, when I look into the storm, I see Jesus. But sometimes, I just see my fears competing for the pleasure of being the first to swallow me up. Sometimes, I see more of the slap of the waves, hear more of the thunder clap, and I miss his soft song. Sometimes, I stare too long into the jaws of the gale and I miss the smile that bring me calm. Sometimes, I sail too long under the shadows of the clouds, and I forget to steer into the warmth of the rising sun. I listen too intently to the fury and I miss the whisper of his promised peace.
But sometimes, when I sail through the storm, I look and see Jesus, my Captain.

Ferry rocks on waves
Teddy bear reeks of *****
Seagull soars past me

I speak,
and storms gather.
Their chaos is music—
mine is thunder.

I only wished to belong,
but  I end up
too loud
becoming the reason
for anguish

The coal black sky creeps slowly closer, the azure blue fleeing in its path.
Dark clouds, ominous almost overbearing, preparing their wrath.
I feel the sun on my face, defying the approaching storm.
I know when the rains come they will be warm.
Billowing clouds heavy with rain eat up the sky and soon all that was blue is surpassed.
The sun defeated, leaves taking with it all its shadows.
One by one the first spots fall, testing out the ground as if they were the storms spearheading ants.
Their message got back and with thunderous noise the colony arrives en masse.
Soon the torrents overpowers the sun-baked hardened ground.
Black as night and full of noise, like gods demanding attention, I fear they could touch me.
Oh quickly pass, this murderous rain, I crave the suns intervention.

you sit sentinel,
ears tilted toward
the quiet hush of rain
as the world falters,
holding her breath,
listening to your heart
as it painfully breaks.

you can’t go outside.
the colours of the garden
and the field,
even your mousies hide,
waiting for the storm to pass.

a tiny king
with a kingdom
he cannot touch.

Oh my, don't cry
There'll come a better day
Your body looms so high
Yet has taken a shade of gray

Please don't give in
I hear your thundering scream
Don't let these demons win
Or watch the tears stream

Fear is not an option
Watching the fire in your eyes
A menacing rath which grew
Past the cage of these treacherous lies

Your power consumes now
It rips us all off our feet
Begging for mercy is not allowed
As howling terror roams the street

Deadly flames strike the building sides
The world setting ablaze
Only in destruction do you feel pride
Coating us in your smokey haze

Screeching fills the empty homes
Wrecking it all, brick by broken brick
This feasting power feels all but alone
The revolution of a craving lunatic

Then there begins the echo
As you start to lose your voice
The tears sprinkle as it all lets go
We know you'll be back-there's no other  choice

Now I stand amidst the destruction
I know the pain, I feel your ache
Without mourning, we'll never function
These stormy nights are no mistake

Sometimes when I look outside,
And see the Sun drowned by dark clouds,
I can’t help,
But feel my mood being dragged down.
Some days are shrouded in a,
Monochromatic shade of grey,
And at times, while it might not be ideal,
It’s okay.
The Sun will find its time to shine someday.
However,
When that melancholy grey takes over,
I can feel my heart take a dive,
Darker thoughts creep into my mind.
“Are you being proficient at life?
Or are you wasting your time?
Your accomplishments mean slim to none,
In the grand scheme.
It won’t help you run,
From the inevitably closing gap between,
You and responsibility.”
It comes fast,
It lasts,
It doesn’t just come to pass,
One lap.
It stays,
And it won’t ever go away.
Oh, what thoughts can be stirred from a monochromatic shade of grey.