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Strying Sep 2021
a wave of air
a stream of fire
a world ablaze
a person enranged
a life encaged
and eyes
and a smile
and everything
and you.
exhausted, but felt like writing something :)
goodnight everyone <3
Farsolatido Jul 2021
Dear ocean,
In the night, the water look like a darkness without any ends.
The sound of the wave loud and crashing each other it can makes you drowned to it.
Hold your breath human, reach your hands to the sky and survive through this hardship wave.

The moment you give up, the darkness will engulfed you, silence is all you can see, cold surround your body, heartbeat getting slowed, your body filled in with all the salty ocean water.

Goodbye world and I became a part of the ocean till forever.
I always having the nightmare where I drowned in the ocean. Wake up with short of breath.
Clive Blake Jul 2021
Sea calm,
Crew slept,
Dark side,
Sea kept,
Tide raced,
Waves crept,
Crew woke,
Sails prepped,
Coiled spring,
Waves leapt,
Overboard,
Crew swept,
Left behind,
They wept.

For the sea has no respect
For the nautically inept …
A Cornish poem about the sea.
By Cornish Poet Clive Blake
Edoardo Alaimo Jun 2021
For some reason,
Things with no sense
Are the foundation
For everything else.

Standing on a raft,
Struggling through
waves and winds,
logic and reality.

You create your purpose,
a clear direction.
Maybe, this path,
can be the foundation.
A small thought on the relation between man and science. Which share strengths and weaknesses.
Tess Apr 2021
The brain is a very big place
And the skull is a very small space
The thoughts overflow into the night
Tainting the darkness with a morbid light

I don’t mean to ruin your blackness
To corrupt you sanity with my madness
I tried to stop, such a beautiful thing to save
But it rushes out with a vengeance, an all-consuming wave
Jaicob Apr 2021
Gentle smiles
Friendly waves
Hands in hands
And warm embrace

That's what love is made from.
J Mar 2021
the seas of pain hurt before dawn,
before returning itself to the ocean,
escaping from the light it turns to blue anemones,
to be lost in a wave or waves of the memories,
discord turns in stillness,
the thought of ourselves hurt long before
and still after the first death,
men
women
dressed in the color of the soul breathe under
cover(s),
the children of our imagination laugh like a
bird of freedom dipping its wings into the sun
some of the winds of words sleep after the hurricane
foam signatures
remained on the shoreline
telling of wave flow
Grey Jan 2021
It wasn’t “I love you”
but at least it was goodbye.
1/19/2021
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