Suddenly the wave breaks.
Ander
Ander
Jun 26, 2014

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  
;       A wave
MaryJane Doe
MaryJane Doe
Nov 21, 2014

Our
   Emotion
Is an ocean
   We flow in
               A tide
      That we ride
   High and low in
                     A wave
                   Can behave
        To infact be the save
           You must know when
            To put your own toe in

#ocean   #flow   #current   #wave  
So, don't wave your history at me.
Mark Ball
Mark Ball
Dec 26, 2014      Dec 26, 2014

The past has past,
and from it I have decided to flee.
I no longer care about what
happened then.
So, don't wave your history at me.

Technology is supposed to
lessen the load,
and somehow make us feel free,
But all I see are chains and rooks.
So, don't wave your gadgets at me.

In the educational system I trusted,
through it the world I could see,
But now I know
it's all a show.
So, don't wave your grades at me.

Poetry is an acquired taste;
As dead as it can be,
But write we still,
As words can kill.
So, don't wave your lines at me.

In love I used to trust;
the one and only key.
But then I learnt,
and caring was burnt.
So, don't wave your happiness at me.

You came unexpected and briefly;
Like the sun on a cold winter's day.
You dived and soaked in the waters,
and caused ripples through and through.
Changing the surface for a brief moment of eternity.
Now you've bathed and done;
had your fun.
For this I decree:
I am the errors you left me
So please do not wave at me.

Sort of inspired by Keaton Henson's Poem- 'Don't twitch your curtains at me'. Go look him up. He's a great renaissance man.
#love   #poetry   #you   #education   #technology   #wave  
melina padron
melina padron
Oct 15, 2014

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
overflowing,
smash your levee down

#love   #the   #ocean   #sea   #wave   #tidal  
wave
wave
Feb 7

"I'm going to that show..." she says, "we're going to be great friends, I bet you'll be part of my inner circle one day..."

So, of course, I go.

She sees me and completely blows me off.

I know I deserve this,
and
So does she

wave
wave
Jan 15

What am I
if not a longing soul

Knowing where there's
life, fire, worship, lust
and I may not have any of
It

You see,
I am in
what all too few know
but many should learn,
that which is called
a brain reboot

It means
the grestest joy of the world
simply can't be had
by me for a spell

"It's Ok,"
I tell mysrlf.
"Your time shall come"
and then I realize
It
already did

Used to be the life of the party
wave
wave
Mar 2

"...few things are as capable of restoring the human soul as that of music..."

Dr. Silace Lamb, Stonehearst Asylum

I may not be exact on this quote, close enough though.  Interesting story, based on a piece of work ftom Edgar Allen Poe.
wave
wave
Mar 19

Big souls come in little packages.  
If she's 50 kg then I'm the pope.
An elfin looking Buddhist,
mother, entrepreneur, musician,
and a total goddess of class.

Our eyes met, essences shared,
hearts touched.  
She"s ready, I'm not.
Bummer!

#timing  
wave
wave
Jan 6

I can count days by the number of my dreams.

 
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