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if the ocean would carry me
it'll collapse under the weight of my bones
made with cement and steel
and the burden each brick owns

witness the waves howler and scream
just like the heart caged in my chest
blood bubbling around the muscle
surging with every beat and protest

the bottom of the sea may be quiet
like my tongue folded neatly in my mouth
though feral beasts deep within
choke with pressure more than i can count

the ocean and i are seperate
both flowers from different gardens
one ephemeral, one wilting before your eyes
but both's head tilting up to the heavens

sorrowful eyes, swirling, storm awakening
chaos mingling betwixt water and blood
ravid souls in dire need of feeding
cursed and blessed by god

i wonder if i could carry the ocean
within just the corners of my palm
i and the ocean - we are one
a catastrophe after the calm
i love the ocean. it makes you feel a lot of things.
One lonely, lonesome day
I strayed
And after a while
In disarray
I ventured into some woods
The birdsong beguiled me
And the flowers, and the trees
Possessed their own enchantments
Swaying gently
In a soft zephyr breeze
The shimmering sunlight
Glancing off, bejewelled Emerald leaves
In the distance
I could see glowings
Seemingly floating along the air
Like burning cinders
At first i thought
Perhaps they were Fireflies
But as i drew nearer
I noticed
That they were dancing in circles
I felt hypnotised
As before me
Were a dozen, or so
Fairies, dancing on the wind
Their softly glowing wings
Were like flames
Flickering in a draught
Silently shimmering
Like the sunlight
Soundless
Like the breath of the trees
I entered this magical circle
And then i was gone
Forever lost
In the realms
Of an ethereal world

by Jemia
 Jul 2021 Chips
zozek
Carnivalesque
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zozek
life is made up of absolute chaos
and humorous incidents
only a carnival can reveal its true nature
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B E Cults
picnics
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fire watch,
wasp in a wine bottle;
I'm dying to stop thinking
of dying in your head.

I'm fine.
I'm not.
I'm lost.
I'm dead.
its wonderful.

time stops,
curtains pulled.
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