09-15-2009, 01:25 AM
She was like a hurricane,Spinning in circles,
continuous motion begging to tear everything she touched apart.
I just happened to be in her line of sight at the time.
I could see from the first glance she was a disaster waiting to happen.
But I was drawn to her all the same.
There was something beautiful in the destruction I saw in her eyes.
She came in, winds high, false smiles all around.
it was slow at first, as these things usually are.
A head wind here, a easterly there.
Small tastes of the calamity to come.
And then she struck me with full force.
She was class five, top notch destruction.
You couldn't get action like this in a movie.
There were tears, and insane laughter,
that would make millions evacuate,
But still I braved the storm. Praying I could live through this.
What stupidity that truly was.
She passed, after what seemed like an eternity,
Claiming everything I had to offer,
Leaving it scattered and Untraceable.
I was but a disorganized mess that she decided left behind,
No longer worth her time.
Sadly as I look at the disorder she left in her wake,
I can't help but feel there is something enticingly beautiful,
about the destruction I saw in her eyes.
An Original poem By Justin Hammerly.(<<ME!!)
"Know the smallest things and the biggest things, the shallowest things and the deepest things. As if it were a straight road mapped out on the ground ... These things cannot be explained in detail. From one thing, know ten thousand things. When you attain the Way of strategy there will not be one thing you cannot see. You must study hard." Miyamoto Musashi
Last edited by JustinATTACK : 09-15-2009 at 11:49 PM.
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