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Tell me everything,

but—hey, wait!!—as you do

start way back at nothing,

*** it's still 'something' too.
I come here as much as I can
Love the sounds and smells that surround me
It is just so peaceful and I love to people watch
I try and imagine how their lives are
Are they happy or in pain
Do they, like me, yell out their lies and frustrations
to be carried out swiftly in the wind                                                         ­ 
Are their disappointments and regrets
washed away by the waves as well...
Do they draw pictures in the sand of broken hearts
Do they become a beach scavenger
Searching for discarded treasures
I wonder if they come here as an escape
To renew oneself and just be
One with this constant ...our constant the sea
Heading on a girls beach trip soon to see my constant the sea :) I cannot wait!!!
The years they fly and time is no friend
And those bruises you feel will never heal
Colours may fade with the passing of days
And uncertainty waits at your door .
Long gone the joys of  love along with youth
Those memories leave many scars .
Then alas their comes a sudden change
From winter cold to a summer's day
Rising above like the mist at dawn
The future had turned another page
Setting the scene for a brighter sky .
Yes hearts can be broken but also repaired
So reach for the clouds you are a bird in flight
Spread your wings to glide with the wind
The past it has gone and is now erased
All that you lost has now been regained.
Those days of youth can be full of joy. Also along with joy can bring many challenges More for some than others .when love goes wrong it can be heart breaking. But as time moves on in most instancys things work out for the best and that feeling of hope is there.
 Apr 2018 eleanor prince
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
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