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Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view.
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head,
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.

Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach ***** rolled back and forth.
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day,
And until that moment, indeed it was.

The moment the earth shook,
Loud voices suddenly began to rise,
And Footsteps tumbled the ground.
I looked around,
Right, left, up, down.

The sun blinded me from the truth.
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.

A desert ahead of me laid,
And content faces had ran from my presence.
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon,
And its line had ascended greatly.

At that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force.
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.

Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
In a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Even God could not spot me from the heavens above.

I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found.
With that last thought in mind,
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.
Zywa Oct 1
The children jump up

with loud cheers as the surf is --


capturing their flag.
Verse "Steeds opnieuw" ("Over and over again", 1994, Frida Vogels), published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The *******" [part III, Ennio and Kees]) and in "Diary 1954-1957" (2005) - November 23rd, 1956, Rome

Collection "Trench Walking"
Kai Sep 1
You wake up,
Keep yourself numb,
Drink and play dumb.
Unlike waking up with me,
Fingers in your hair,
Breath on your face.
And there’s only so much I can do,
So much I can say,
But I bite my tongue like a dog,
Because you don’t want me.

Do you want to die
On the beach?
Or do you want to live here
With me?

When wind whips your hair,
And water covers our bodies,
Does my hand on your head
Still mean nothing?
Does my heat against your back
Just feel like another fling?

You are so unforgiving,
So stubborn,
But so tangible.
Bleed from your wrists,
Leak liquor from your heart,
And hurt me again.

Do you want to die
On the beach?
Or do you want to stay here
With me?

When your room was still safe,
And your heart was still pure,
Did it make you happy?
I hope it did.
Don’t waste my time,
Because you don’t want me.
This is very long but I'm so tired of love :')
AUSTIN Aug 30
the addiction
of
the high
was
sweet nectar

the music
was
a
vision of
glistening water

the fantasy
so real
it was
toes in the sand
AUSTIN Aug 27
Sand and Sea
meet here,
I feel the
small the
mushy sand
under my feet

I am grounded
I am one
with the
sand and
sea

I am the
cove
behind the
eye of the storm

I am the map
the road
the treasure
of the sand and sea
-
Once was dumped as worthless,  
With each tides; big and small,
That hit me strong enough;
  Made my edges soft from hard..

At last, it transformed me to a beautiful..
An embellished form of a glass piece,
  to a crystal clear pebbles;
     that shine with light,
       and radiate it’s shine;
          that is bright and clear,
            which is more than any gem.. 💎

All that brings;
   a visually mesmerised view;
      like a magical creation, ✨
         from a fairy tale.. 🪄
      which well renowned,
         with the name as glass beach..
       that attracted,
          thousands of visitors so far..
Still considered as a miracle..
     also named as magical beach..

Smoothed and polished;
   the broken me,
    to a beautiful,
      shining glass pebbles;
       that made me,
          to a remarkable story of
          “metamorphosis of nature” ✌🏼
A beautiful message of nature’s metamorphosis that can change from something worthless to worthy gem with hardship of struggles over times like big waves day and night..
Zywa Aug 18
With their breadcrumb hands

children taste the cake of sand --


with a little sea.
Collection "Metamorphic body"
Shane Aug 14
Perched on top a sandcastle,
A ghost who rules the night.
In armour pale as soft moonshine,
And brandished sword of might.

From his high keep, he clambers down —
The shore his dark domain.
He stalks the tide’s retreating edge,
For spoils soon to be slain.

The scent of brine and drifting ****
Rides on the midnight air;
Now darting forth to strike his prey,
Swift-footed, keen, aware.

With sharpened blade, he rends the flesh —
His kingdom’s tribute claimed.
And casts aside the rest to rot,
Now that his hunger’s tamed.

Then strikes his armour with his sword —
It rings along the shore,
A haunting drum designed to fright
Subjects still seeking war.

Assured now that his realm is safe,
Sword sheathed with grim command,
He scuttles back to his fortress,
Across the warming sand.

The eastern sky grows light with fire;
The moon begins to fade.
The surf now hums a softer hymn,
The stars slip into shade.

He yields his crown to morning’s glow,
And burrows in his keep,
Where muffled tides and cooling walls
Enfold their king in sleep.
The salt air reminds me of the time I was five
And dad took us to the beach
I almost drowned
In the frigid water I’d just
Wanted to play with the waves
Sometimes I’m five again
When I spot a seagull flying high
And wonder if it was there that day
When I hear the crashing water
And ask myself what went wrong
When I feel sand under my toes
And know it’ll always be a part of me
I’m back at the beach
With my dad and my brother
And the salt water tastes the same
As the campfire in the forest
As the books on my nightstand
As the house I don’t recognize
As the way it’ll never be the same
The little girl tumbles over
And over
And over
Until she’s pulled out gasping yet silent
Tearful yet breathing
Now I stand again on the beach
With my dad and my brother
And stare at the waves
That’ll always be here long
After the five year old girl is
Gone
MsAmendable Aug 11
Picture this.
The edge of a summers day stretched out along the curve of a beach
Sun beaming out like a heartbeat
Steady and warm from its place on the lip of the horizon
I follow that curve until I find you there,
Warm from the sun
.
The crackle of a driftwood bonfire, that surges a million sparkling prayers out into the deepening sky
does not create anywhere near the amount of sparks as we do
When I catch that soft look in your eye
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