I am an apple far from its tree Which is to say I cuss when I step on a nail But cry when I try to sing And that when you put on Your honeysuckle perfume I can feel a meadow of wildflower bruises Well up on my skin That when I hear talk of god I bow my head And leave the room That when I see something broken I try to fix it That when I see someone broken I hold them Because I am broken too Like a silence is broken By the whisper of “I thought I raised you better than this” God, how that thunders through The storm of my life, How the only hate I learned from you Was of me.

it’s so silent, i can hear it. It’s so soft, it hurts my ears. i can feel the warning. Not hear, but feel. that’s the reason i have fear. A wave of thunder from head to toes. It shocks me that it makes me loose control. It makes me download a real tear. Not of what i’m going through, But of what i can experience. Imagine a person out looking up while it’s raining. Looking around them and not finding what could help them. that’s the way i feel. No one points, but i still see it. No one knows, but i just feel it. ok, this time it doesn’t damage my ears, But my brain. Thinking that i have to choose wisley, or else. i’m in a storm not even i can see. i call it THE WARNING. A Thundering Whisper.

My screams rent the night, curdling the air My bellows shift the moon, my moans are a prayer My pillowcase is stained from the blacks of my eyes My bookshelves are filled with failed plans I’ve devised

My fingers are dyed red from the blood of my pens My soul’s painted black from too few amens My bones are alight with the promise of more My skin crawls with hope stashed atop Life’s trap door

My tongue narrates silk oaths and gossamer vows My heart weeps for flames of friends I’ve already doused My watch ticks the time since No Return’s line was crossed My compassion’s been buried ‘neath the devil’s own frost

My whispers strike deep like the thundering sky My holy lips purse as my hands justify My wrists clank together, my feet shuffle on My wings bear me forth to die at the dawn

My dreams divulge dreams that one day I’ll live out My toes curl in warning, my teeth furnish doubt My mind just keeps swimming, though Lake Wisdom’s dried up My thoughts are osmotic, pouring over Death’s cup

My joints creak and crack like the bones of this house My nose learns of Traitor’s own treacherous spouse My back holds the knife that you forgot you could keep My body surrenders gladly to permanent sleep

All is quite quiet out in the marsh. You hear the reeds brush against each other The quite chirp of insects And the slow movement of crocs in the water.

Above it all, you hear is your heartbeat. In your ears Throughout your body the thrumming Bump-bump of your heart as you guide the boat along the waters surface.

The slightest brush of the paddle Disturbing the tranquil silence ever so often. You fall into serenity With the deafening whispers of nature surrounding you.

Endless waves of crashing tears.

Countless dreams of horrid nights.

Many deaths within the light.

Many lives turned to a fright.

A lot of screams for help at night.

A large amount of bloody dreams.

Turned all death-red, my queen, they gleam.

Glittering thunder, stretched far and wide.

Secret whispers, the nightmares come true.

The bloody-moon shining bright at night.

The light unable to reach the heights.

Hopeless screams for help in fright.

Thundering whispers of death.

Booming Crashing Thundering

Loud

And it’s really close

And only getting closer

And closer

And closer

Until it says,

‘Help.’

Tears running dry As the time flies by Sometimes its not enough Sometimes life can be rough

Saying my goodbyes As my mind wishes so Wishing I could untie My emotional plateau

The thundering whispers in my head Makes me wanna cry Wishing I can unset Wishing I could try

His whisper Brushes against my ears, Igniting curiosity And fear unto

I walk in the shadows, Holding my beating heart Where is he, Answer my plea!

His song of thunder Sounds in the wind, The darkness embraces my chill, His voice an addictive pill

“Come to me, my darling” He whispers with desire And my heart moves faster Breaking the protective plaster

The shadows boom Like thunder anew And the dark mist uncovers— My beautiful secret lover

Before you came I was nothing And I was to blame I’d sit and dream Wishing, and hoping one day I’d be yours It was a year A year filled with endless regrets And it was your voice, your words That made me smile The thundering whisper of your heart “I was just trying to help you out.” You had said The first person in my life to care To notice And even though it was only a whisper It was the only thing I heard It showed me you might care You might be the one I’ve been looking for And it was all from your whisper The quietest way to talk Was the loudest way to my heart

A reader only wants four words whispered in their ears. “I’m no longer fictional.” I felt like putting that there.

One whisper, Leads to four, Four leads to the whole school. Thundering rumors, Whispered to everyone. They are the loudest to hear, But the quietest when being told. A booming sound of pain And a silence that stings, As everyone looks at you for something you never did.