Taming the Beast

Breathing in
Breathing out
Knuckles turning white
Heartbeat tracking seconds
And then…flying
Hair stands on end
Wind charging past as
Vision blurs with tears
Ears popping then defeaning
Thinning air sucking out breath
Electricity coursing through veins
Perception of control slipping away
There is no control
Only suggested guidance
Who can truly control such power
More acceleration excites
Raises goosebumps on the skin
Shouts reinforce shared joy
The essence of true freedom
A wild sense of a bond
Partnerships intending to survive
Companions like these come rarely
Preserve them at all costs
You can experience the liberating rush
All without taming the beast

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I Am the Storm

She stood with the quiet defiance of a self-assured queen. While the tempest around her raged on. The wind howled with a ferocity not seen in decades. Rain battered everything like an array of rapidly fired bullets. Still, she remained firm. Slowly stepping forward. One bare foot placed in front of the other.

All she had to do was make it across the natural stone bridge. Everyone deemed it impossible, that she would never make it to safety. But she would show them that she was the master of impossible. Her slender arms rose on either side of her.

Lightning struck the turbulent sea below her, sending salty spray to mix with the rain. The wind whipped her ebony hair about her face. Unfurled her crimson gown across the stone. Her pale skin contrasting the ash-colored skies. Still, she pursued onward.

Her striking eyes trained on the villagers that waited on solid ground. She was soaked to the bone, but she never felt the cold. Thunder rumbled the earth. Piece of rock plummeted into the crashing waves. More lightning streaked through the clouds. Yet, she crossed the natural stone bridge without hesitation. Startling the villagers as she strode by them. One called out, desperately trying to hang on for dear life, “How can you withstand this storm?”

She looked over her shoulder. A confident smile on her lips before she faded into the squall. “Darling, I am the storm.”

 

 

 

My Element

I wanted to be fire
Big, bad, strong
A raging inferno

But I love something else

I love the ocean
Feel at home in a pool

There are other realizations

I tend to be calm
Until the winds of life
Stir me around

I am fluid
Yet lazy as waves
Lapping safe shores

I possess more depth
Than some would give credit

I hide many secrets
And much darkness

I can also be deceptive

On the surface
I may look calm
But deep down
Undercurrents tear me apart

I feel at peace in the rain
Yet flood with tears

I’m not afraid to drown
Whether it be myself
Or one who pushes my limits

Pour toxic waste on me
But I will find a way

I am water

And water always finds a way

My Golden Eagle

He was wild
Completely untamable
Wanting to go in all directions
Going in every direction
Back and forth
Never tiring
Blazing his own trails
Bowing not to another
Friend only to earth and sky
Riding forever on the wind
Tied only by gravity
Barely touching ground
No permanent name
No history
Freedom at its best
Passion for life
Facing every fear
Laughing at every foe
Defying destiny
A phantom
A drifter
A loner
An extraordinary man
One I loved to refer to as
My Golden Eagle

Ocean

The ocean crashed ashore; he heard it. Wave after thunderous wave, it never ceased. And it was all behind him. The sun beat down on his back. It seemed to burn him. He didn’t feel comforted by the rays like normal. His body felt heavier with the heat, and the soft sand accepted his weight.

He twitched his fingers. Making sure he still had motor functions. Clenched fistfuls of sand. He opened his eyes. Bright haze flooded his sight. The storm had passed. He lifted his head, but his strength was gone. It fell back down.

The water continued splashing and roaring. It never reached him. The wind whipped his knotted hair about his head. His heart rate picked up as his skin tightened. He realized he was drying. It grew harder for him to breathe. Lungs feeling constricted. His jaw slid open for more air. He received a mouthful of sand. His blurry vision momentarily blacked out.

A cry reached him. Shouting. Followed by responses of another voice. He tried moving, tried getting away. But it was useless. His muscles strained and trembled, but they didn’t move. He couldn’t make out what the two voices said, even as they approached. All his senses were fading quickly.

The pair was upon him now. There wasn’t anything he could do. Not even thrash. He would be subjected to them. Something was thrown upon him. It was wet. The excess water flowed along his form. He was picked up. They were carrying him.

Yet, the only thing that mattered was the liquid on his drying flesh and scales. It relieved him. He could breathe normally. His tense muscles finally relaxed. His heart beat eased. And he allowed the small amount of water succumb him into unconsciousness.

Swift Winds

A clock chimed the lonely hour
While I found myself in a tower
Looking down below
Dragons, their teeth did they show
Swift winds and there I went
While the world shook and bent

Bells tolled their tune
While I found myself on a dune
Looking around, nothing I saw
Except the sand opening a jaw
Swift winds and there I went
While the world shook and bent

Croaking came from a toad
While I found myself on a road
Looking side to side, I saw a ghost town
Phantoms coming to devour me down
Swift winds and there I went
While the world shook and bent

Singing came from afar
While I found myself on a bar
Looking around, what did I see
A siren calling my death to me
Swift winds and there I went
While the world shook and bent

Looking around, I was found dumb
Because my time had not actually come
Swift winds and there I went
While the world shook and bent

*Author’s Note: I pulled this one out of the archives. Back in middle school, I loved learning about Edgar Allen Poe. I created this then, inspired by his work. I had thought this seemed similar to his creations. Now, I read this and chuckle to myself.

People and the Wind

People come and go
Much like the wind
Sometimes good ones
Stay and sometimes
Good ones leave
Many times bad ones
Stay and many times
Bad ones leave
Just like the wind
It’s all transparent
We waste more time
Worrying about people
When we need to let
Them go on the wind
Everyone will do
Their own thing
Fret not over their actions
Why should you worry
Take care of yourself
Do what feels right
To you and you alone
Don’t pay mind to
People who come and go
Much like the wind