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 Feb 2015 Heather
Rachna Beegun
There is a place in this world where we all belong

Where we can be as free as the wind and as reckless as the waves

We could sleep on the sand and walk the shores

Where the water will love us and we will care for it

Where we can swim forever into the depths of the sea

And explore the places where people have never been

And share secrets with the coves and have a family of miles of seawater

See creatures of other worlds and beautiful kelp forests

That’s where I would be forever and ever

I wish I could be there, live there

Soon I will be at the sea and live with the
Creatures

Soon that will happen
 Feb 2015 Heather
Bree Sexton
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
screaming your loudest
but not being heard?
You're drowning in this ocean
with boats all around
no one seems to help
they're just watching you drown.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
facing a terror
you're forced to call home?
The water fills your lungs
and you can hardly breathe
gasping for your last breath
you feel almost relieved.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
letting the darkness win
and entering the unknown?
The ocean has swallowed you
and you cannot swim
but that doesn't matter
because you let it win.
A poem I wrote a little over a year ago. I wrote this on the back of a bathroom stall during one of my dark times in life but I made it. I learned to swim.
vigorous or calm
it will always remind me of you.
the smell of the sea brings back nostalgia.
the same reassuring feeling
you gave runs through my mind.

stepping on the heated sand
gives me the same warm sensation
I got whenever I crossed your path.
the wet sand forms with each step
just like how my smile molded
with each sweet word you spoke.
the swift back and forth motion of the waves
it's constancy having the same beautiful flow of your voice.

watching the water crash against the rocks
they hit hard against it without hesitation

just as hard as it hit me
when you told me there was somebody else.

my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach
as fast as the stone I cast in the water
sinks to the ocean floor.

the tide finally glide past my ankles
and I try to imagine someone else.
it never works though.
my fingers become numb with the thought
that my image will never appear in your mind again.

my eyes burn.

I feel my throat get tight.

I pretend the ocean reminds me of nobody.
but once the tide goes down
I only see your face washed up on shore.
Just another poem about a boy
 Feb 2015 Heather
Emily Archer
Ocean
 Feb 2015 Heather
Emily Archer
The tide is laced in my veins, in every emotion, nerve, cell, atom.
It has taken the ability to love from me because no matter how many times I try to plant a kiss on the shores of someone's heart, they keep sending me way.
 Feb 2015 Heather
AW
Ocean
 Feb 2015 Heather
AW
The greatness of the ocean
Captures me each time
The power of the water
The surface that seems mine
The rolling of the thunder
That rushes every tide
And still I find my peace in
The emptiness so wide
I could stare forever in
The darkness of the waves
And let the flood take all
My cares and fears away
Each time I feel that cool breeze
And smell the scent of shore
I wish to drown in the deepness
Of that ocean just once more
 Feb 2015 Heather
Ocean Carter
Away.
 Feb 2015 Heather
Ocean Carter
Staring out in the Ocean,mistaking calm waves for a storm.
Waiting for the next wave the world is going to throw at me. I stay ready.
Its all so mysterious, like the rain when its Sunny.
I have this picture of me on the jetty, it inspired the whole poem. Ocean, Sunny wordplay for me two names.
 Feb 2015 Heather
Secret life
Story
 Feb 2015 Heather
Secret life
Every scar has a story to tell.
My story is nothing but a dream.
To be loved for me and not for someone else.
My scars show you that I am strong , felt so much.
My heart aces with pain and sorrow.
To let you in my life is scary thought , I been through so much. But hold me tight and keep safe.
My scars , my pain, my cuts and bruises tell all a story but the life I want is a dream that I soon hope to make a reality.
My tale my life
 Feb 2015 Heather
Neda Zeidieh
We began solid rock
Just you and me
You loved me and i loved you too
We had an understanding
That when an object is in motion
It should continue on forever
We were in motion on and on
-------
Until that rule was broken
And we suddenly stopped moving
Gravity had interfered
And falling back we had returned
And i checked back on that rock
Not much solid it was as before
I thought i loved you
and you thought you loved me too
But to every action there is a reaction
Like every beginning has an end
Our relationship was still young
but had gradually disappeared
Like a ghost
That slowly    
f a d e d    
a   w  a  y
When it had accepted it didn't belong !
* This ones about a friend that i thought was one of my closest until we just gradually started getting to de-know each other and we grew apart until the relationship faded away like a ghost.
Ps:- of course i had to include a little bit of my physics major in one of my poetry pieces :)
 Feb 2015 Heather
unwritten
ghost
 Feb 2015 Heather
unwritten
some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i am not one of those people,
because you are a ghost
in every sense of the word.

//

i am sorry
for breaking you,
and i know
that i can say "i'm sorry"
until my lungs run dry
and my heart slows to a stop,
and even then
it will not be enough.

how can you apologize
for tearing someone's heart apart,
and walking away
as the tattered strings litter the ground?

how can you apologize
for bringing someone up
out of the murky depths
only to, just as quickly, loosen your grip
and let them fall back under
once more?

how can you apologize
for carving your name into the core of someone's heart
with a knife,
then leaving,
with that aching carving being the only lingering trace?

how can i apologize
for what i've done?

//

some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i stabbed you in the heart
and left you to bleed out
as i walked away and turned a blind eye
to your sorrow.

some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i know i deserve this haunting.

(a.m.)
1 a.m. thoughts
i'm sorry
 Feb 2015 Heather
Sierra Earle
Ghost
 Feb 2015 Heather
Sierra Earle
You live in my head
Not under my bed

All of the things I didn't do
Manifests into you

Look into my hollow eyes
You will see a ghostly surprise

All and all
After fall
I should not feel a thing
At all
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