neptune - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I imagine us holding hands, Walking along the harbor: You, telling stories of all these lost years like a pelican begging for food Making music out of my invisible tears But maybe instead of holding your hand I should hold on to the future And stop chasing your footprints in the sand Only to be led nowhere. I will no longer swim in these tears. I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long. It’s not worth docking on this pier If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore. So I set sail. I will find a new island to call my own & Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel. I will treasure all of my shells and secrets The way you did not treasure me. And for once, I will command the sea.

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC

ocean blue friendship

Sometimes I imagine us holding hands, Walking along the harbor: You, telling stories of all these lost years like a pelican begging for food Making music out of my invisible tears But maybe instead of holding your hand I should hold on to the future And stop chasing your footprints in the sand Only to be led nowhere. I will no longer swim in these tears. I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long. It’s not worth docking on this pier If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore. So I set sail. I will find a new island to call my own & Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel. I will treasure all of my shells and secrets The way you did not treasure me. And for once, I will command the sea.

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my demon is anger. it rises and erupts in me; i’m no longer a quiet, cool ocean, but a fiery, angry volcano. my demon escapes when i am weakest. it wants me to be strong, to dominate. to destroy. to be the best. my demon is my curse. it’s a part of me. it makes me, me, but i think it’s ugly. it’s hideous. i want to put an end to the anger, but with two small hands i can’t possibly stop a volcano.

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC

my demon

my demon is anger. it rises and erupts in me; i’m no longer a quiet, cool ocean, but a fiery, angry volcano. my demon escapes when i am weakest. it wants me to be strong, to dominate. to destroy. to be the best. my demon is my curse. it’s a part of me. it makes me, me, but i think it’s ugly. it’s hideous. i want to put an end to the anger, but with two small hands i can’t possibly stop a volcano.

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i’m possessive. i can be mean, even if i’m shy. especially to the people i love. i care for each one of my friends and family, that’s why it’s easiest to hurt them.

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC

hurt

i’m possessive. i can be mean, even if i’m shy. especially to the people i love. i care for each one of my friends and family, that’s why it’s easiest to hurt them.

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the ray of sunlight peaks through the over sized clouds, and that’s when i want to wave hello to the shining light that is calling my name. i shield my oval eyes, watch the darkness that surrounds the sunlight [ the small dust particles all around light up too, as luminous as the sun itself ] i want to run towards this crepuscular ray - this bright, shining light - that pleads for me. i’ll skip on clouds, dance till i reach my destination i’ll run up to the sky, bask in the single ray of light that is slowly fading. i’ll lie underneath its radiance, until it finally d i s a p p e a r s .

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC

crepuscular

the ray of sunlight peaks through the over sized clouds, and that’s when i want to wave hello to the shining light that is calling my name. i shield my oval eyes, watch the darkness that surrounds the sunlight [ the small dust particles all around light up too, as luminous as the sun itself ] i want to run towards this crepuscular ray - this bright, shining light - that pleads for me. i’ll skip on clouds, dance till i reach my destination i’ll run up to the sky, bask in the single ray of light that is slowly fading. i’ll lie underneath its radiance, until it finally d i s a p p e a r s .

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