by Hannah Lizette   Dec 30, 2013

You continued to peel
the layers until I just
couldn't handle it

I shed the last
blanket of my skin
and produced a storm
that's been hibernating
four years too long.

My thoughts roared
and my words rumbled -

I destroyed you (us)
within a matter of
using more syllables
than my fingers
could count.

Mid-destruction, I felt
stagnant and empty
like the way the eye of
a tornado must feel,

or maybe the way
it savors the land's
last kiss before being
(the only person it longs
to be with.)


As we both gather the
pieces of each other's
mutilated hearts,

I finally understand why
storms are named
after people.

Copyright 2013: Hannah K.


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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Wow. This piece is completely phenomenal. I wasn't sure what to expect from the title at all but i am so glad I read this. I love how you stated the way you felt so eloquently even with the destruction and pain mixed together in a slue of countless emotions. I also love the creativity.

    my first favorite lines:
    "last kiss before being

    my second favorite lines:
    "I finally understand why
    storms are named
    after people. "

    both of these sections stand out to me on the creativity scale and blew me away entirely/

    very well penned.

  • 10 years ago

    by Narph

    Judging Comment:

    This poem gets me every time I read it. Yes, there are a few structural things that could be reworked but the imagery, the feeling, the overwhelming whirlwind of a delivery that the poet has created.... it's truly striking. I like how you've started the piece, dropping us straight into the action, right before the storm hits, so to speak. We enter into the poem just in time to witness the destruction, and we're given no time to dwell in what's about to happen, no time to try to stop it the damage, to try to warn, nothing. I love that feeling you've created. And the power of a storm is so similar to hidden anger. I especially love the calm you've mentioned, the dual existence of destroying something while witnessing the destruction, almost mesmerized by it. The last line is strong, too. You've done an excellent job marrying your thoughts to your imagery and layout in this piece. Well thought out and clever. I'm very very into it.

  • 10 years ago

    by Maher

    I love the ending - funny in a dark way. I know that's not how it's intended but it struck a chord with me. Awesome stuff!

  • 10 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I sure missed your beautiful art, happy new year

  • 10 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Euterpe made such a true point with mentioning your way with words! It draws me in and you always have a deeper meaning. These words you write don't just settle, they affect people. Such an interesting ending and a point I never would have considered. I love the inner-struggle here... how you are possibly battling yourself for revealing a part of this relationship that was hidden for too long, or being provoked, at that end where you have to let words out.

    What a journey you've taken me on. Congrats on the win, honored to share the page with you! Hope you have a great new year as well!

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