Photography: Up?

Continuing my works on our "better, advanced generation." I have taken an interest in this topic, and so you can expect to see many more poems, pictures, essays, and maybe even a short story on this subject.

For more, check out my posts "Poem: Growing" and "Criticism: Limitations and Modifications--An Argument Against Video Games."

Poetry: Sudden Thunders

A poem I wrote this afternoon:

Storm, why did you have to strike?

'Twas the wrongest place and a wronger time.

Summer's ripening outside,

So why'd you strike your sudden knife?

A scene for film, your coming now,

Our twisting hearts with writhing clouds,

Dark and gray and turning spirals,

Insanity walks with your trials.

She's pacing, crying, my queen of smiles,

She's shaking, anguished, gagging bile.

Death, not one has tongued your taste,

Without others facing worst of pains.

Blue sky, if I could touch your cool,

Sooth my soul, sing her anew,

Stop your booming, quaking strikes,

Let my window bring us light.