Stormcloud

::Stormcloud::

I can feel the storm inside of me
Threatening once again to break free
It’s churning my cloud of self-loathing
So depression is all I see
It holds a match to the fuse of my rage
It dangles a noose at my throat

I can sense a storm brewing deep inside my soul
The storm that threatened my life so very long ago
It’s casting shadows on my fear to drive away the light
It is sending raindrops to my heart
To drive me to the night

I can feel the storm inside of me
Threatening once again to break free
I can feel myself smile again
As I let my spirit free

Let the stormclouds come my way
Let them drown me in rain
I am the fallen angel
And Stormcloud is my name

I care not for the world of light
I care not for dreams
My storm is coming to take me away
I will leave you with my screams

BJH 02-11-2003

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Screams ~ 2003

They are always in the back of my mind
I hate to write always of screams
SCREAM….. you can never scream loud enough
Can screams somehow release your pain?
It never works for me
But… I continue to scream
My mind screams and screams
As I scream I smile at you and you think everything is fine
Do you scream in silence as well?

Early 2003 BJH

Poetry in a text message

::A future Adventure::

It’s thundering
One of these days
You
Me
A secluded field
Summer night
And rain and a good roll in the grass

05-24-2011

I actually just sent this in a text message because it just started to thunder and rain outside. the response to this text made me laugh. And me being an imp decided to post this. Like I said I really can be an angel faced witch. This could be a deal breaker.. LMAO

Circus Time Buckle Up Buttercup it’s gonna be a wicked ride

:: Clowns and Cotton Candy::

I was given tickets to the circus about 20 years ago
Went a few times not by choice
I didn’t like the show
Never wanted to go back
Woke up today staring at the clowns
Sitting by center ring
In a metal chair by a metal pole
A wicked storm is coming this way
I’m a target for getting fried
But as my friend J.D. says
I’m immortal
No lightning will get the best of me
Looking at the clowns
Garish primary colored faces
Better watch it cuz it’s raining
That face paint won’t stay on long
They should have invested in a mask
Amateurs
So funny I laugh
Mind slip for a minute
Guess I became ringmaster
While I was laughing at the clowns
The weather is getting pushy
I need to go now
I got Clyde’s cotton candy
He has a sweet tooth
Looking for the exit out of center ring
No break in this circle
So I’m stuck here in this wicked storm
With pink cotton candy
Ring master of a circus
I never wanted to attend
At least the clowns escaped.

BJH 05-23-2011

Disconnected

5:30 am and it’s flipping cold
The sun is rising
The birds are doing their morning gossip
And I have insomnia
Damn sleeping pills didn’t work
Had a disconnected day
People I knew were in and out all day
I was not part of the conversations
Lost in my own weird brain
Writing the hours away
Until Clyde and I were alone
We talked or more like
I babbled and he listened
After all it was 4am
Disconnected
What was lacking today?
Our normal word play
Our normal playful flirting
He fell asleep
And I am still awake
Feeling kinda blue
Wondering how our two month Anniversary
Involved everyone but us two
It was not a good day
Nor was it a bad day
It was our day lost
To unexpected visitors
That left around 3am
The Sun is finally awake
And I am flipping cold

BJH 05-20-2011