Suddenly the wave breaks.
Jun 26

I read the words of strangers
And so many of them ring in my mind,
Exploding with the exact memories of someone I have never met
That mimic mine so closely.

Sometimes I even think for the split second of reaction
That someone I knew might have written these words
And then all sense returns and I realise it is simple similarity.

Suddenly the wave breaks.
I was well and now I'm not.

I was floating, even drifting,
But then the vicious white surf tickles my hair,
As I look up to see the entire body of the wave collapse on me.

And below the water,
Watching the submerged air bubbles all around,
I realise I'm alone again.

A poem darker than my usual style. I usually don't like to be so dramatic and melancholic, but at the moment I feel it is fair for me to write in such a way.
#morgan   #wave   #breaks   #ander  

your hands they work like levees
and you stop me when you've had enough
too much
build up my walls cause you couldn't handle it all

i am
an ocean
the sea
angry, unpredictable
monsters hide under me
lurking in the darkest corners
inching towards the faintest smell of blood
crave the warmth between their teeth

but your hands
they work like levees
pushing and
pulling away
when you've had too much
one day
it will not be enough.

i will sneak in through the smallest crack
if you give me the chance
walls will crumble like babylon
and i will be relieved
i will get everything i need
not enough
not too much
i will snap your hands
smash your levee down

#love   #the   #ocean   #sea   #wave   #tidal  
mprehend the ocean's depths just from a wave.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

Great men comprehend the ocean's depths just from a wave.

The wave, I understand so late, rumbles and loom
Nov 22, 2013

The wave, I understand so late, rumbles and looms larger than expected.
I wade forward in surrender.  Waiting.
Drawing closer, the tow low and powerful, I know that the shore is no longer attainable.

As the crest nears, I see in it things I am not prepared to face....
Regret, Sadness and Fear all churn violently as I seek passage.
Rise. Float.  I wait silently and accept.
I long to float above into forgotten still waters, peaceful currents.

The wave presses me close. I feel its chilling power and succumb.
I remember. Agonize over choices made and consequences realized.

Rise. Float. Dream of still water and peaceful currents.


hold yourself back
more times
than anyone else
times infinity

it's not your
blah blah blah

it's your thoughts
on the environment
around you
that you can change
if you wanted
if you
had a vision
a plan
for what you want

or you can let someone
like me change it
for you

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#life   #you  
as assured as the wave’s return, seeking
Alex S Di Iorio
Alex S Di Iorio
Sep 25, 2012

Heavy hearted and light-headed I stand,
my musing eyes open wide like the sea.
Desperation clutching my shelled heart’s hand,
longing for the right opportunity.
Two frigid feet bound by time’s iron clasp
buried deeply underneath sandy grit,
long hidden from warmth or water, they gasp,
and to the aqueous nectar forfeit
as it trickles, healing like tears streaming
down a child’s freshly salted red cheeks
and breath of clean air upon pain’s leaving,
as assured as the wave’s return, seeking
to lift tender soles from their timid rest,
soothing the yearning ache within my chest.

Like a crashing wave
Nestor David Armas
Nestor David Armas
Mar 25, 2013

When she rushes
Into you
Like a crashing wave
Like a gust of wind
Like a summer's day breeze
Like a happy pup,
This is her love
Washing over you
Drowning you
Embracing you
Adoring you,
Her arms
Her smile
Her laughter
Her joy
Of her heart
Her mind blinded
At the sight of you,
All for you
Whether friend
Or lover,
Don't ever;
Never ever let go...
APAD13 - 083 © okpoet

You said you thought things were coming to a close
I said I couldn't let you go
It's unnerving to know
That it could have happened so easily
That I could have slipped through the cracks
That you would have let me
I thought I meant so much more
When we said those words
Those four
Don't forget me
In the valley
I know the heat is on
But soon the rain will pour
Please tell me I mean so much more

Flow beyond a pass.
Pull back,
hold. Lock
eyes, spark

Smile, laugh,
fall back between the crests
Where was that point,
call it Beginning?
Crashing in,
sand hides.
Smile, radiant.
Pulling back again
mixing with the next to come.
Just the wet sand, the short smile, the long wait

For Zarea
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