Still there are waves.
Crested high, forming on nothing.
Impending apprehension, willing foreboding.
On water still they form.
Black blue giants swallow light.
Frothing, foaming.
Building.
Some merely threat to break.
Others taking their pound of flesh.
Further fuelling the validity of their threats
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Claiming back what is spent.
Spending the regathered.
An exhaustive process.
The energy found, somehow.
Move impressive than the waves themselves.
There is beauty in it all.
Earn the rest at dawn, to see the horizon.
Still....
Still there are waves.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
I hate the way he does that
I hate that persons way
I hate how she does that
I hate
I hate
All day
I hate the morning sun
I hate the moon and stars too
I hate so much my mouth spills fourth
With hatred just for you
You’re a different colour
Your religion is different
You talk different
You smell different
You are different
I hate you!
I don’t know why I hate
I sometimes wonder why
But no one seems to care
So why the hell should I?
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
FATE
Don’t give up on your dreams
They’ll surely pass you by.
Act though in your youth
And quench the thirst of your eye.
Times will approach when you cannot act on your own ambition;
A life you’re sure to hate.
What are you waiting for?
Get up!
Get out!
And earn not accept your fate!
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC