Crystal sea calm sea murmuring sea (on the beach) sparkling sea blue sea green sea brown sea angry sea rough sea choppy sea whatever name they call you you are the sea of life for the living.
There I stood, Which I can feel; Which I can touch; Which I can see; The sea breeze, The warm air, The unlocked view, I am paralysed, By the beauty of the sea.
The air I'm exhaling is cold chilled toes and the tip of my nose bug hypnotist resting my mind days at a time pen tops that whistle and glide on the page
gold to grey
randomness and goop put into one, is this even a poem..you decide
this game has no rules wikipedia is full of it z-list celebrity remember that nobody cares except you
this statement is a statement this statement exists this statement has letters poets just want to jump in
sighs about the decrepit state of humanity thanks to those who make it worthwhile and eternal damnation to those who don't enjoying my indulgent freedom here hanging up pentabarf