Susan Hunt is an exceptional writer who doesn’t hold back her true thoughts and feelings. She’ll kick you right in the seat of your pants with her powerful words. She’ll shock you, educate you and entertain you, remarkably done with style. Here are some of her remarkable creations, all works of art.
Tornados are not like Hurricanes.
Hurricanes give plenty of time to get out of the way.
Tornados are not like earthquakes, they give no warning at all
All cause mass destruction, innocently indifferent.
But a tornado is different. Doppler Radar is virtual.
There is always a warning but it’s too little too late.
Am I running from destruction?
Or do I create it?
Mass chaos surrounds me.
Or do I surround it?
I’ve been though earthquakes, but I never felt like one.
I’ve been through hurricanes and survived every single one.
But a tornado is different.
The fear builds up in too little time to run; flight has no chance.
There is no way to fight the path of destruction.
It is always within reach of me.
I can’t get outside of it.
Is it following me?
Or am I within it? Am I a…?
All my mishaps, do they happen to me?
Or do I happen to them?
Am I running from the tornado?
Or, perhaps… is that what I am?
The havoc and wreckage of all that’s around me…
Did I survive it? Or did I cause it?
I am a Tornado. Unaware, yet dangerous, still.
I mean no harm; I just exist in the atmosphere.
A creation, a force of nature, I have no ill will.
But that doesn’t matter.
The damage is done.
No one dares mention my name.
They just hope I never come again.
One of the deadliest tornados ever on record
hit the my home town, Oklahoma City one day.
It was a beautiful day, the third day in May…
which just so happens to be my birthday.
DADDY OF MINE
Even when I try to sense reality
I also have a sense of insanity
I don’t know how to recognize the day
Without some aberration in my brain.
I can’t stand being straight
with no drug or liquid to change my state.
Yet here I am unhappy yet quite tanked.
Why is everyone else’s reality
Such an unreal nightmare for me?
I don’t know how not to dwell upon death
Though I want to hold that last single breath.
My body fights back with an unwelcomed gasp.
It’s not that easy to carry out my own death.
No matter what my mind may want
My body struggles to continue on.
Just because my mind wants to leave
It’s not the same for the rest of me
My body rules me. It will not free me
I obey its requests commonly
I am a slave to it, it rules me
I need to escape from this torture and be free
Daddy, daddy do you recognize me?
Of course not, you constantly mold me.
Daddy thank you for all your gifts
Too bad they were the cause of my death
You are the death of me
You haunt me still in my sleep
Love me as a lover would, Escargot, the finest wines
Under the table, you lovingly stroke my thigh
Daddy you are not my lover, this is what you want
You are cruel and powerful, isn’t that what you taught?