Today I went for a walk in the woods and I got to a part where I could look off a cliff and it started to rain really hard like the hardest ever so I stood there and thunder and lightning went over top of my head so I wrote a poem and painted a picture and then I painted another picture after (it's still drying) here's the first painting and poem.
from under a thunder cloud giant men bellow
lightning tongues licking thin white blue and yellow
whats left of their words are just ozonic foam
the patter of rain drops on metal roofed homes
and the lonely like me our own voices cry
from cedar come under a dry place to hide
we sit down and stare at the swollen dark sky
with whom our sad singing will sole harmonize
for giants and tired young sons of old sighs
electric shared torment bursts forth from our eyes
to scatter off into the deep starless night
we flare up and burn out forgotten by sight
I'll post the other one when it's dry it's got a mermaid on it
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Here's the mermaid one it doesn't have a poem
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