When it ended I wasn’t sure what was next. I didn’t know how to be cold nostalgia a throw blanket. A relationship that mattered but didn’t last. Not everything is about romance and warm feelings, being seen, heard, and listened to. Sometimes we just look for proof for the adjective: lovable. And that’s not even bad, but not the right way to go about it. Leaving it up to someone else to is what’s the problem. Mother, Father, lover, friend, it doesn’t matter. There’s no putting a stop to natural disasters. We can’t change conditions, they are what they are and staring at the sky won’t change the position of the stars. Sometimes they’re wide awake and sometimes they dream too. Sometimes when I write the blood ink is still blue. Tears don’t mean much not even noticed anymore. I let the weather be and I say “let” loosely. The temperature outside was never up to me. Right now the cold breeze feels like reality And water keeps rising but I can’t move my feet What was once dirt had turned to glue-like mud Something told me to just bleed Don’t try to get unstuck It’ll all pass but I would never guess a number. And as I wrote, the flood flowed cold with inky blood. And yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber.

In twilight's hush, the night's soft brush, Paints shadows in the deep that creep and shroud. The moon's pale glow on fields below, Drapes silence like a cloud. With wings so light, the owls take flight, But the stars leaves scars in fluorescent trails of blood, They brightly gleam, a silver stream, A stark difference to heaven’s darkening flood. The trees converse, a haunting verse, Beneath the bright light of the skies grand Dome. A fox's prowl, a distant howl, Blessing or curse, this universe, is home. The river's song flows deep and long, It’s Melody Lowe, as winds blow down under. The flood flowed cold with inky blood, And yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber.

Dark grey storm clouds block the sun from shining brightly warming the Earth. The flood flowed cold with inky blood and yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber.

The flood flowed cold with inky blood And yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber… She was wild like poison, desperate to be free. Barefoot and running, so they couldn’t see. A deeper place drawing in the back of her mind. Where her words moved in circles, to outsmart time. A beast laid bruised within her heart. While revelations of escape danced in those stars. But the days grew grey and bitter as she stared. Drawing up misery in the space behind her hair... -HMG

We stall in shock as the dark shadows mock The dreading wall carries the horror throughout each stall of passing light Fright!Fright!Fright! In any path,in my sights it’s incredibly difficult to try and find the light

Screams wail around me as people bail Darkness lights the grass, I hear my feet step on shattered glass Horses try their hardest to keep upright, fire hot beneath their feet bright My eyes seek out for those I know, I can feel blood drip from my nose Wounds trace my body like a brush painting against a canvas madly My drift contacts with a friend on the field, my heart beat yields "Jack!", now isn't the time to have a chat or death might knock My lover's eyes trail down my form, "We have to keep going, even through the storm." His words place my focus on the clouds above that broke us My hand falls the cool metal against his chest, the amor colored of rose petals Warmth secures my hand our fingers decorated with matching bands "I love you Taylor” he kisses me then walks away leaving me alone My arms rise with my sword, clashing with others cord The war went on for hours, many man died without power The sky starts to cry, and so do I My eyes land on Jack, I lay down beside him as my heart cracks The flood flowed cold with inky blood and yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber.

In their hearts they prepare dreams, hopes and a prayer, For safe passage across roiling waters that promise nothing but loss and despair. And yet, with trust in reaching a just world and solid ground, They venture into unknown waters for a place they hope to call home. For some the journey is rewarding, bringing them to their destination according, But for most the blue is unkind with many ill fortunes following them through. Into her deepest depths she pulls these dreams, these bodies, these lingering breaths, Relinquishing their control and swallowing them whole. But in this endless sleep many will never weep again, Their bind to this unkind world will be broken and they will find their peace. Waters will rise and carry their thoughts and wise teachings, And we will remember their bravery for seeking higher ground in a place where freedom might be found. In books of history their lives will be shrouded in mystery, A boat of faces on a vessel that failed to stay afloat. A final passage marked in ink leaves the story of this missing link, In simple ode, a final goodbye, to remember the ones asleep up high: The flood flowed cold with inky blood and yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber.

The flood flowed cold With inky blood And yet the wet sky blinked With the starts in deep slumber For nothing could dull their light Or hush their internal thunder Tearing the sky in two One for me One for you For we can’t exist in the same timeline Star crossed lovers Never the right place Or time If only the flood Swept away the thoughts of you If only my blood Was ever enough to pull you through Would my every last grain of my soul Ever be enough for you

Once a day the wind calls upon my name Fearful of being a pawn in nature’s game I search for shelter and a place to call my own Lost in a world much too far from home Thirsty and alone battered and afraid Pressing my ears to the earth hoping to hear my name Numbered days and counted ways The flood flowed cold with inky blood And yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber

On the surface the show grows, it’s easy to hide what’s inside. The tears are easy to entertain, Incognito with the rain It’s hard to tell, it’s hidden well. No map to get back, The days are a haze. stray from direction, there’s no exception Claim innocence to avoid consequence. Accountability is not a word, But humility is well observed, Relish is not synonymous with selfish, Perspective is respective. Ending the suffer would place it on another. But remain the same and continue the game. Not knowing where you’re going, Feeling weight causes hate, How you feel is also not real, Focus only on others, it gets much tougher Will a day come when it’s done? Will the choice be mine? Will I know it’s time? While all is calm, it is time to be gone. Every soul asleep, so none can hear me weep. None to change my mind. It’s up to me this time. I knew I’d be too weak. Surrender is what I seek. I let go of life, calmly reacted, Laid myself back, it was anticlimactic. Still I remained, yet gave up the game. Nobody knew, so there was nothing they could do. The flood flowed cold with inky blood and yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber. - Always anxiety encumbered. Selfishly wondered why life always put me under. I hungered for thunder, to mean more than just a number.