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Antwone FisherWho will cry for the little boy? / Lost and all alone. / Who will cry for the little boy?

@PersevereDreams20

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(Quick)SandcastlesHe was the ocean; handsome, but yet, Impulsively damaged. He had a sandy heart to correspond his sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride he carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But his washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose, / this beach alongside his pupils; / quicksand, he'll sink so slowly in. Waves in his hair like ripples on his cheeks, skipping stones land at his defeat, he left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because he hasn't the heart to say he's desiccating with the arrival of the stars.. Retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air, foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in him died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture him. So intoxicating as it drains him, and from within, he's drying out. Sunburns stain him, a smile restrains him,

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My love, if I die and you don't--,My love, if you die and I don't--, / let's not give grief an even greater field. / No expanse is greater than where we live.

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The Art of ProcrastinationMountains on mountains erupt from the earth's chambers of burdened lava and collapse back into their hellish landscape just as quickly / Waves assault the beach in frenzied randomness, striking their mark upon the sand and washing it away in the same breath / Birds flail about, learning to sail the clouds while dolphins soar their vast expanse of golden sea

@english_jam_darling20

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Dear BartenderI need one more / I need to forget a little more / I need to remember a little less

@michael-devoe30

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WavesWaves on the ocean / Flowing with the moon-set tides, / Met by seas of sand

@ambivalentamygdala3

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Christmas at Midlife by -Mary Anne PerroneI am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days. / I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred. / I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task

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MemoriesThese photos are a gateway to my memories; / They're the only remnants of things I no longer see: / The twinkling stars at the peak of twilight;

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colorsi am me / you are you / let me be

@everlastingscreams34

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DisappointmentHope surges upward from your core and to the heart. It warms your blood as your heart crushes into itself twice every second and unbelievably, your mind starts to think of a million and one possibilities. Your hand tingles and finally, after what seemed like eons, you think you are feeling hope again. You start suppressing it out of reflex- an unconscious, uncontrollable action. You push it down, right back to the void it came from but its too late and your lips are curving upwards into a gentle smile. You anticipate euphoria -almost can feel it at the top of your fingertips and you finally let yourself believe and hope. / It comes crashing down without warning. For a second, you still smile because your mind could not process the disappointment yet. Then - hurt, sadness, shock - flits through your mind. You still hold on to your hope like a child who refuses to let go of candy. Your smile wavers. But just like grabbing onto handfuls of sand, hope will fall out through your tightly clasped fingers. You realised that your hold on hope is no longer and instead, it is replaced by cold, unforgiving reality. / Like an icy slap to your face, like an unexpected kick to the stomach, like a bite from a dog you have always love- that is how disappointment feels like.

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SunflowersEven sunflowers need the rain to grow / Like recycling scar tissue you refuse to show / Like holding the words to a cookbook containing the recipe for disaster

@zachariah-forrest-payne22

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in a room full of peacocksin a room full of peacocks / i am now an ostrich / and i don't know if any of you know how it feels to be a splash of grey in a room full of brilliant blues and greens

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Stanley Parkthere’s a barnacle scar / deeply ingrained / on the basalt stack

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Sonnet to Collecting SeashellsDuring youth I was quite the collector / of ocean cretin's annealed sandcastles / Though the hosts inside could not be cheaper,

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Shores of Normandy by Jim RadfordIn the cold grey light of the sixth of June, in the year of forty-four, / The Empire Larch sailed out from Poole to join with thousands more. / The largest fleet the world had seen, we sailed in close array,

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I Guess I'm FloatingI found you in the cracks of winter. On our first date, we drank tea from cups bigger than our faces. You also told me you wrote poetry. I noticed how every time you would lick your lips before you would speak. The first time you read me a poem your window was open and it was raining. Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat six times. I was smitten. After our third date, I showed you my favorite place in the world. I took you to a bay on the outskirts of town. I told you the stories I carved into the sand a long time ago. I told you I came here every time the world kept turning but I felt as though I've fallen off, waiting for a guitar solo crash or a midnight knock on my window. / I wanted to tell you, you were my midnight knock. You let me hold your book of poems that night. There were bite marks in them from when you said you climbed up in trees back when you were as tall as the kitchen counter. We had conversations of Bon Iver and soccer as we laid on the sandy bay. / I realized that night I wanted to be there with you when the clock swallows up your time and watch indie movies on Netflix when there is nothing good on TV. I turned to look into space and swallowed all my feelings. I felt hollow when I looked at you and noticed your skin was old and tired. But you looked at me like you were young. You said I was the first to make you feel this way. I was smitten.

@morganmercury4

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breakable (glass love)two fragile hearts made up of glass / everyone could see right through them both / only they themselves couldn't see the reality

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ExiledSearching my heart for its true sorrow, / This is the thing I find to be: / That I am weary of words and people,

Edna St. Vincent Millay36

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black jawthe walls of the inside passage / look the same from sound to straight / tugs and plugs dot the coastline

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Confetti ScalesSoft melodies of the deep sea echo / Moonlight dances on my pretty scales / And icy bubbles whirl under my chest

@apomegranatesmemoir1348

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What Are Heavy?What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow: / What are brief? today and tomorrow: / What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:

Christina Rossetti4

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"Perhaps they never will ..."#***there are the ones*** / that feel it climb up / the shadow towards the light,

@jesse-stillwater73

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Baseball CapI want to touch my fingertips / To the center of the brim of your cap / And run them along the edge

@katrina-wendt25

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the woes of a *** addict//the door to your bedroom was a portal to a world unseen / your bed, the ocean / & your sheets, the sand

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