Dorothy was stuck in a tornado, and she flew all the way to oz? was the place called oz? I think it was…James Franco is in a new movie about Oz….Oz the great and powerful, I think it’s supposed to be the first out of a series of books… I think there are like 14 or some large number like that, which I would have never guessed. I just assumed it was just the wizard of oz and that was it.
The boy looked to the horizon. All around were signs of a tornado. His father wasn’t back yet and he grew anxious every second. His hands fidgeted in his lap.
A tornado of papers and school supplies seemed to form as you threw everything off of my desk in a fit of anger. All you could see was the color red and I was scared. Scared that you would turn your anger on something else.
Everything around me has turned to nothing
Things are flying this way and that
I can’t keep it all under control because I have lost control
Reality’s tornado has taken it all from me
My weight, my love, my entire life
Ripped all of it from my fingers
Leaving me with nothing but bruised, empty hands
It’s a tornado out here. It really is. All this time that passes by, it’s just a tornado, isn’t it? Sweeping up everything. That’s what time is. A tornado. I’m stuck in this tornado. Not the present one, however. The past. I’m stuck there and I’m waiting. But this tornado doesn’t sweep me up.
His body twisted, contorted, writhed in pain. There was no release and no relief in sight. The waves of torture ripped through his body like a tornado, and refused to let go. He wanted to give up. He wanted to surrender…
Until she walked in. She grabbed on to him tighter than the grip of his disease and she refused to let go. How could he not fight for her? How could he let go when she wouldn’t? So he closed his eyes… and let her win.
“Wow, you really did search everywhere..” I stared at the messed up room that looked as if a tornado had hit.
“I told you!” Melody replied with a huff. “I just can’t find it!”
its so fast and scary, and sometimes it can be dangerous, but for the most part I think it’s really beautiful that nature can come up with something so awesome and powerful. We take for granted how much we can actually manipulate our environment, but I think theres a price we have to pay.
Love is like a whirlwind. It is heart-fluttering, crazy, breath taking. It’s like your heart riding on a tornado and never wishing for the feeling to stop.
One came on TV and I got excited, “I wanna see tornadoes for real, chase ’em around.” But he shook his head. “There’s a lot you don’t know about that storm. It’s probably destroying houses. It could be killing people.”
I saw it coming with great speed. The winds cranked up and the thin funnel approached fluently. Upon arrival I felt the sudden rush, the tornado pulled me without effort.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. My hair is wildly unkempt, looking like it has had the misfortune of being caught in tornado-speed winds and nearly ripped from its resting spot atop my head.
tornado. that’s it. that’s all I saw. for miles around. not one area that hadn’t been touched. it wasn’t like a good touch like that of a lover, either. with every area it engulfed came nothing but despair and hurt…
A mesmerizing beauty, the dark haired girl threw her head back and laughed exuberantly, leaving gentlemen and not such gentle men, and even more than a few ladies, in her wake.
My heart is a tornado, and this should not be so. I have unknowingly traded the joy and freedom of faith for the shackles and judgment of organized religion. Where once I could feel God’s breath in the mountain wind, I have now confined him to stone buildings and church pews. Oh Lord, help me to find you again. While some of my believing friends have good intents, they put me in chains. Let me feel you in my heart’s joys, not just in its sorrows.
The storm ripped the roof off without mercy, rafters, and china flying in every direction.
I couldn’t hear my own thoughts over the tumulous storm. The creak of grandma’s old chair could be hear as she skidded across the floor. Skidded straight for the edge of the cloud.
I feel like a tornado. I just keep spiralling out of control and one mental breakdown after another threatens to end me for good I don’t think I can do this for much longer. I’m tired. So tired. And I know I say this all the time, when I’m lazy, when I don’t want to get the glass of water off the counter or when I just want you to lie with me but I am seriously, physically and illy tired.
winds following you
but you can’t stand to be seen by eyes that aint blue
and these are gray
and wild
and restless
and destructive.
coming up to get you.
I stared ahead with a blank look. A tornado of thoughts and emotions were destroying any kind of focus I had prior to the lady’s admission. She sits patiently and waits for a proper response from me, but no words could make their way out of from the mayhem that was happening from within.
the tornado didn’t come as a shock to anybody. with smart phones and alerts we all knew to get in the basement relatively quickly, but the aftermath sure came as a shock, as we saw the neighbors’ belongings strewn around the street. my mother said that possessions aren’t really anything to be upset over, and you’re weak if you invest emotional values into an object. i don’t believe that.
The tornado touched down in the middle of the field where John was working. I saw how it lifted him from the tractor and whipped him around like a tissue. My heart broke.
you call it an indoor tornado
and laugh when I fear for your safety,
I’m a little bit messy
but I don’t blame acts of nature,
“Why is bathroom such a mess?”
I should say,
“A selective 7.9 on the Richter scale.”
every time I see you ever emotion that I’ve ever had about you just becomes this ridiculous whirlwind and I can’t help but want you to hold me and kiss my forehead and tell me everything is ok
a tornado of energy she picked everything up and put it where it belonged. raging across her room she cleaned and arranged all her belonging. it was a relief to be able to enjoy the space again.
I don’t care what the word for the day is, I’m going on vacation soon and I can’t wait. Beautiful sandy beaches, warm ocean breezes, and delicious rum punch at my fingertips. My best friends and some time away from work. Man, I deserve this.
The room spun like a tornado, papers flying around like oversized confetti. A roar filled the air, shaking the windows and rattling the crockery on its shelves. The kids were home from school!
Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz was swept up in a tornado. Some people chase tornadoes and hurricane Sandy was a tornado? Maybe? I dunno. I wasn’t there. Anyway, people chase tornadoes and storms and take videos of them and it’s weird and dangerous I’d be like runnnn but they’re like nooo and I’m like whatever.
i whirlwind of emotions like me. i cant stop and keep destroying things and i don’t know how or if i can be stopped. its natural and disastrous all at the same time.
her love whirled around the room,
flitting from this boy to that
flirting and dancing and laughing
spreading her mirth like so much fairy dust
wreaking havoc for some like a trashy tornado
shattering trust and roiling trouble
for those barely holding their love together,
inciting jealousy and suspicion
and then disappearing into the night
with one of her catches,
oblivious
to the destruction in her wake
an overwhelming rain of emotion and fear.
I know of nothing anymore.
I am forever lost in this tornado of life.
I shall encrypt this experience in my bank of lies.
The flash of lightning struck and the homes were deserted. There was no hope left. But in this child’s mind she saw that flash of lightening strike a barren wasteland in which she saw a glimmer of hope. There was a cave. She fled towards that cave away from the ravaging winds behind her. There was no other escape.
Tornado running through my life…. changing everything I ever knew to be true. Devastation? Or could it be a blessing in disguise, questioning the norms and challenging the rules!
The fury of the tornado was coming towards me. The black mass threw cars all around, ripping trees out of the ground and throwing them about like they were matches. The rain and hail pelted my skin painfully, the thunder deafened me, the lightning blinded me.
the tornado just kept coming, no matter how hard the scientist tried to stop it. its fericious winds ripped the shack’s walls off the foundation, exposing the scenes within; the vials of chemicals, the chalkboard full of plans, the small area used as the lavatory. it was all exposed to the burning fury of the tornade. All of it.
i am a tornado of questions and wonders. an ever moving, kinetic, ball of incomprehensibilities. many many things that i cannot understand nor make sense of. things that baffle my mind endlessly.
Frightening strong winds that can cause extreme destruction. I have never been near a tornado – thank God. I immediately think of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
Tornado, my thoughts are a tornado,
the thoughts of a genius,
I don’t know how to continue,
but I know i must win this,
win this, as if this is something to win,
but winning is nothing, when nothing is what we’re fighting for.
Dorothy was stuck in a tornado, and she flew all the way to oz? was the place called oz? I think it was…James Franco is in a new movie about Oz….Oz the great and powerful, I think it’s supposed to be the first out of a series of books… I think there are like 14 or some large number like that, which I would have never guessed. I just assumed it was just the wizard of oz and that was it.
The boy looked to the horizon. All around were signs of a tornado. His father wasn’t back yet and he grew anxious every second. His hands fidgeted in his lap.
A tornado of papers and school supplies seemed to form as you threw everything off of my desk in a fit of anger. All you could see was the color red and I was scared. Scared that you would turn your anger on something else.
Everything around me has turned to nothing
Things are flying this way and that
I can’t keep it all under control because I have lost control
Reality’s tornado has taken it all from me
My weight, my love, my entire life
Ripped all of it from my fingers
Leaving me with nothing but bruised, empty hands
It’s a tornado out here. It really is. All this time that passes by, it’s just a tornado, isn’t it? Sweeping up everything. That’s what time is. A tornado. I’m stuck in this tornado. Not the present one, however. The past. I’m stuck there and I’m waiting. But this tornado doesn’t sweep me up.
His body twisted, contorted, writhed in pain. There was no release and no relief in sight. The waves of torture ripped through his body like a tornado, and refused to let go. He wanted to give up. He wanted to surrender…
Until she walked in. She grabbed on to him tighter than the grip of his disease and she refused to let go. How could he not fight for her? How could he let go when she wouldn’t? So he closed his eyes… and let her win.
“Wow, you really did search everywhere..” I stared at the messed up room that looked as if a tornado had hit.
“I told you!” Melody replied with a huff. “I just can’t find it!”
its so fast and scary, and sometimes it can be dangerous, but for the most part I think it’s really beautiful that nature can come up with something so awesome and powerful. We take for granted how much we can actually manipulate our environment, but I think theres a price we have to pay.
The tornado of your essence sweeps me off my feet and throws my heart from its feeble footing, throwing me in a whirlwind love
Love is like a whirlwind. It is heart-fluttering, crazy, breath taking. It’s like your heart riding on a tornado and never wishing for the feeling to stop.
One came on TV and I got excited, “I wanna see tornadoes for real, chase ’em around.” But he shook his head. “There’s a lot you don’t know about that storm. It’s probably destroying houses. It could be killing people.”
I saw it coming with great speed. The winds cranked up and the thin funnel approached fluently. Upon arrival I felt the sudden rush, the tornado pulled me without effort.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. My hair is wildly unkempt, looking like it has had the misfortune of being caught in tornado-speed winds and nearly ripped from its resting spot atop my head.
tornado. that’s it. that’s all I saw. for miles around. not one area that hadn’t been touched. it wasn’t like a good touch like that of a lover, either. with every area it engulfed came nothing but despair and hurt…
A mesmerizing beauty, the dark haired girl threw her head back and laughed exuberantly, leaving gentlemen and not such gentle men, and even more than a few ladies, in her wake.
My heart is a tornado, and this should not be so. I have unknowingly traded the joy and freedom of faith for the shackles and judgment of organized religion. Where once I could feel God’s breath in the mountain wind, I have now confined him to stone buildings and church pews. Oh Lord, help me to find you again. While some of my believing friends have good intents, they put me in chains. Let me feel you in my heart’s joys, not just in its sorrows.
The storm ripped the roof off without mercy, rafters, and china flying in every direction.
I couldn’t hear my own thoughts over the tumulous storm. The creak of grandma’s old chair could be hear as she skidded across the floor. Skidded straight for the edge of the cloud.
I feel like a tornado. I just keep spiralling out of control and one mental breakdown after another threatens to end me for good I don’t think I can do this for much longer. I’m tired. So tired. And I know I say this all the time, when I’m lazy, when I don’t want to get the glass of water off the counter or when I just want you to lie with me but I am seriously, physically and illy tired.
winds following you
but you can’t stand to be seen by eyes that aint blue
and these are gray
and wild
and restless
and destructive.
coming up to get you.
I stared ahead with a blank look. A tornado of thoughts and emotions were destroying any kind of focus I had prior to the lady’s admission. She sits patiently and waits for a proper response from me, but no words could make their way out of from the mayhem that was happening from within.
the tornado didn’t come as a shock to anybody. with smart phones and alerts we all knew to get in the basement relatively quickly, but the aftermath sure came as a shock, as we saw the neighbors’ belongings strewn around the street. my mother said that possessions aren’t really anything to be upset over, and you’re weak if you invest emotional values into an object. i don’t believe that.
The tornado touched down in the middle of the field where John was working. I saw how it lifted him from the tractor and whipped him around like a tissue. My heart broke.
you call it an indoor tornado
and laugh when I fear for your safety,
I’m a little bit messy
but I don’t blame acts of nature,
“Why is bathroom such a mess?”
I should say,
“A selective 7.9 on the Richter scale.”
every time I see you ever emotion that I’ve ever had about you just becomes this ridiculous whirlwind and I can’t help but want you to hold me and kiss my forehead and tell me everything is ok
a tornado of energy she picked everything up and put it where it belonged. raging across her room she cleaned and arranged all her belonging. it was a relief to be able to enjoy the space again.
I don’t care what the word for the day is, I’m going on vacation soon and I can’t wait. Beautiful sandy beaches, warm ocean breezes, and delicious rum punch at my fingertips. My best friends and some time away from work. Man, I deserve this.
The room spun like a tornado, papers flying around like oversized confetti. A roar filled the air, shaking the windows and rattling the crockery on its shelves. The kids were home from school!
I jjust look to a tornado today it was really scary because it was so big and powerful. Those crased things around me made me feel depressed
Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz was swept up in a tornado. Some people chase tornadoes and hurricane Sandy was a tornado? Maybe? I dunno. I wasn’t there. Anyway, people chase tornadoes and storms and take videos of them and it’s weird and dangerous I’d be like runnnn but they’re like nooo and I’m like whatever.
i whirlwind of emotions like me. i cant stop and keep destroying things and i don’t know how or if i can be stopped. its natural and disastrous all at the same time.
her love whirled around the room,
flitting from this boy to that
flirting and dancing and laughing
spreading her mirth like so much fairy dust
wreaking havoc for some like a trashy tornado
shattering trust and roiling trouble
for those barely holding their love together,
inciting jealousy and suspicion
and then disappearing into the night
with one of her catches,
oblivious
to the destruction in her wake
I saw a tornado whiz and twirl around the town. it looked awesome and terrible. I thought I was going to die and then I went to heaven. it was hell.
an overwhelming rain of emotion and fear.
I know of nothing anymore.
I am forever lost in this tornado of life.
I shall encrypt this experience in my bank of lies.
The flash of lightning struck and the homes were deserted. There was no hope left. But in this child’s mind she saw that flash of lightening strike a barren wasteland in which she saw a glimmer of hope. There was a cave. She fled towards that cave away from the ravaging winds behind her. There was no other escape.
Tornado running through my life…. changing everything I ever knew to be true. Devastation? Or could it be a blessing in disguise, questioning the norms and challenging the rules!
The fury of the tornado was coming towards me. The black mass threw cars all around, ripping trees out of the ground and throwing them about like they were matches. The rain and hail pelted my skin painfully, the thunder deafened me, the lightning blinded me.
the tornado just kept coming, no matter how hard the scientist tried to stop it. its fericious winds ripped the shack’s walls off the foundation, exposing the scenes within; the vials of chemicals, the chalkboard full of plans, the small area used as the lavatory. it was all exposed to the burning fury of the tornade. All of it.
i am a tornado of questions and wonders. an ever moving, kinetic, ball of incomprehensibilities. many many things that i cannot understand nor make sense of. things that baffle my mind endlessly.
Frightening strong winds that can cause extreme destruction. I have never been near a tornado – thank God. I immediately think of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
Tornado, my thoughts are a tornado,
the thoughts of a genius,
I don’t know how to continue,
but I know i must win this,
win this, as if this is something to win,
but winning is nothing, when nothing is what we’re fighting for.