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Zywa 6d
If there is space, you'll

start smiling because it is --


how you want to live!
For Lotte and Michi W, with a photo of them on the beach of Ruigenhoek ('Rugged Corner', February 8th, 2018, Noordwijk)

Collection "Summer birds"
Malia 6d
He kisses her like the breath you take
After sinking underwater.

She kisses him like a forest fireβ€”
The way the flame caresses wood and grass
Consumed in a little sunrise.

The wave crashes into the shore.

It smells like salt, blue and briny,
It feels like sand on your skin.

The gulls cry overhead, but they
Cannot compete with the
𝘴𝘩𝘩, π˜’π˜šπ˜π˜π˜, 𝘴𝘩𝘩, π˜’π˜šπ˜π˜π˜, 𝘴𝘩𝘩.
Zywa 7d
On the beach I think

about our days here, and you --


blow away again.
Collection "Moons"
Old Mother Sea,
she reflects me,
her colours are my moods.
On a good day,
we sparkle - together
I wrote this years ago on a holiday.  Now I live near the sea in Essex, England.  Lucky me!
star Jun 27
your footprints are still there 6.25.25 (12:41 pm / 12:41)
your footprints are still there
pressed into the beach
unmarred unmarked unblemished by the tide

you seem endless

i guess there are still happy things
drawing stars in damp sand
saying
i was here

i was here, you were here
i said we share this place now

your footprints are still there
but mine
too close to the water
too close to the relentless currents
they were washed away

the sand says i was never here

[playing: rises the moon by liana flores]
Lee Holloway Jun 20
From the highest level of our exclusive resort
there was a ladder you could climb down
not even slightly dangerous I'm sure
to reach excuse me the private beach

Where we'd witnessed horses frolicking in the surf
it seemed too idyllic for the likes of us and yet
here we are clumping down the aluminium rungs
onto the sand, hand in hand

Exploring this pristine zone, silent
and majestic, we come across the
bloated corpse of a puffer fish who
we name in our glory/ignorance

Puffing Billy, and whose graphic icon is now
recognised as the figurehead
of our globally successful surf clothing and accessories range
including wetsuits, swimwear and rash guards
Velvet-soft touch,
a rainbow sunrise,
naΓ―ve smiles
reflected in your eyes.

Caribbean lightning,
words written in sand,
goosebumps rising
up my arm, down my hands.

Tropical jungle,
a caressing breeze,
sun-kissed freckles
spilling over me.

Sweat-drenched longing,
a turquoise bay,
your quiet glance
burning like fate.

Scorching sunlight,
hunger in flames,
a mariachi chorus
dancing 'round the blaze.

Spanish murmurs β€”
'Vamos al bar',
your family waits
with mezcal in a jar.

Bare feet wandering,
a crimson sky,
the sea kisses shells
the tide leaves behind.

Seductive darkness,
a star-scattered dome,
the high-risen moon
spins legends of home.

A gentle touch,
chestnut-brown eyes,
beneath the palms,
desire comes alive.

Laughing gulls,
a tide that won’t part β€”
and in this sand
I bury my heart.
June 17, 2025 – 'Egy mexikΓ³i fiΓΊhoz' translation
written for Johnny.
heidi Jun 2
Sitting in the sand
watching the waves steal the shore,
seagulls cry above
inspired at king's beach, california
lilli May 22
I want to rip my skin clean off
Rip my flesh off
Show off my carcass and shout to the world
"See me! See me ****** and broken
See my nervous system flail below me
and love me anyway!"
I feel no connection to the flesh
I feel little hesitation digging my fingernails into it
The pain, however, gives me pause
It resets my mind, unforgiving and real, informing me
"It isn't over
you do not need to mangle yourself
to be known
to be loved"
I am a mosaic of everything
Everyone I have loved
Everything I have loved
I fall apart easy
I make myself into art easier
When I am raw, would someone notice?
Would someone spare me more than a passing glance?
Would they want to turn away?
Would my bones give more pause than my flesh?
See me
See my hurt
Feel my hurt
Know it
Know me
Know who I am
Know what I love
Or at least don't leave
Just listen
Or pretend to
Or don't
I don't mind
Stay
Stay sometimes
Stay every once in a while
Every blue moon
Step into my blood and drink for a while
Take my carcass
Take my flesh
Take my blood
Take my breath
Take my love
Just don't take yourself away from me
I am not scary
My desperation does not make me fearsome
I am not awful
I am not horrid
I am me
I am
I am
I am
I am
Who am I?
Am I the girl who breathes?
The person who sleeps?
The man who writes endlessly?
The woman crying in a cafe somewhere?
The stray cat during a rainstorm?
The teenager at a payphone?
The teenager staring at the world?
A man looks at his wife on the beach
He says to her
"Look at the world
no, really, look.
I know I see,
but what do you see?
She smiles at him
Tucks her sweaty hair behind her ear
and speaks in music
"I see hope
and I see pain
I see more
and I see again"
He doesn't understand what that means
Maybe she doesn't, either
but he sees the stars in her eyes
and feels what he does not know
"I see you
when you look of at the horizon
I think I see you more in those moments
than I ever do otherwise.
What do you dream of?
When you stare like that?"
She hums like starlight
Ponders like a calm, wondering shore
"I dream of my flesh," She begins sweetly
"Of what the dirt will see
when I am beneath it.
That will be the only time
I will be unable to know myself."
He doesn't understand what that means either
but his heart does
She does
Her rawness does
Her bones do
They smile together at him, one in his love
He smiles back, unflinching
Drinking her in
Never looking away
dual pov moment I had fun with this one
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