The ship is done.
The sea is bare.
My ocean soul
no longer stares.
The ripples still.
The water stops.
The waves rise no more.
The journey is through.

I became the crutch you leaned on
Supporting the weight of your pain
I put a cast on your heart
When it became too battered
I became your most sturdy stilt
To help you move on
Until you felt better
That's when you left me
Never did you ask if I sustained injuries
While I was nursing you back to health

The only ones who know
what we did, are us.
We were teenagers again.
Living life through an
optimistic lens.
An unbearable thrill.
Hiding behind the rhyme
and words that had more
than meaning.
Taking our time but running
into the sea, slow but quickly,
the foam thrown onto
our bare legs,
the water soaking our clothes.
No one knows, they didn't see
us in the sea.
Drowning but free.

Where from here?
All chaos and silence
Training new souls for
Laughter and violence.
Keeping us young,
Telling us we're old
Where did the time go?
Not a place or date
An unturned space,
A forgotten pocket
Tucked away
In a lost suitcase.
Nowhere that we know.

It’s difficult to convey one’s thoughts
on a plain white canvas
when your head is as blank as the page.
The scribble is a scribble and
my words become dribble
but as long as you get your point across, right?
Please tick the box.
If the answer is yes, explain why.
Well what if I don’t want to?
What if I’d rather keep that one to myself,
after all, my grandad did fight for my free speech.
All I want is to be me yet
the ridicule evades me.
I need not sprout profanity without meaning,
even if I’m entitled to that free speech.
So stop asking these questions,
and bother somebody else.
There are enough people in this place let alone on the planet
That maybe one will listen to what you have to say.
The power of words.
Close the ******* door on the way out.