thoughts about the waves

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

I keep dreaming I'm somewhere else.
I suppose we all do that.
Lost in the idea that somewhere else is better than here.
I try to neatly gather my thoughts into a pool of understanding,
but am left an empty concrete pit.

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

final thoughts about the waves

I no longer drone about the beach.
Nor about your absence when the sand ran out or the loneliness I experienced when the waves enveloped my toes.
I see the water has evaporated.
I walk a new line with new horizons.
Unaccustomed to this unfamiliar scenery I walk with one hand in my pocket and the other reaching for something I have yet to uncover.

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

inky waters

If i could write a novel on your skin with my ink jet eyes i would
If i could direct the wind that carries the ashes of my cigarette to ignite some unbeknownst light in you i would
If i could point out the cracks in the pavement and ask you to walk with me i would
And if you if you wanted to count the distance from your house to mine we could
If you wanted to play house, pretend we could handle the falling sand, keep the reflection intact,
I would forget each grain; the dirt would pour an emerald glass pool and we could take a dip in its dissolving lust
Take a dip in the dimming lights and only come up for air when youre ready to look me in the eyes /

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

your tumultuous, dark, inviting waters

Paint a picture of my silhouette
With your exhalation i was taken elsewhere
I can't stay the night
But I'll wait 'til tomorrow
Come for more,
I dare you to ask for more
You could stand in the street all day and everything would change but you.
Come and find me and I'll show you my world
My places, my favorites, my firsts
The alleyways and back streets have our names written in gold
Black soot streaks our cheeks but we're smiling
Here is a place we could call our own
if you'd take down the shaky facade
Let the rain drenched sidewalk be your foundation
it's yours if you want it

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

conquering the waves

be gentle with me for I am
still recovering-
the toll I took felt like a thousand pins against my skins-
the long fought battle ended painfully;
leaving deepened scars under my shirt-
my feet aren't yet sturdy enough to stand on my own
I feel with one gust of wind I could conquer anything,
or fail at everything

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

Untitled

the beach ran out and here i stand
alone

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

bubbles of air

nostalgia is a mysterious thing;
it intoxicates you with it's smells and sights until you dip your feet into the sea of childhood and then it pulls you deep into it's water because it knows you won't fight the current.
everyone else seems like they break the surface,
but i'm still here, under the surface refusing to gasp for air

Nov 2014

Olivia Greene

what waits

walk with me
that's all i ask.

walk with me as the sand cushions our feet,
and we waver between the shallow water and the warm dry sand

walk with me,
and when you see something greater in the distance,
ill let you go

ill walk alone

just know that if you ever decide to come back

ill be here,
because you walked with me even when the beach ran out

— The End —