This beach house is blue
Yet it feels gray.
A sign on the wall points to the ocean
But actually it's pointing to the bay.
The walkway is lined with seashells
That are broken, jagged, and painful.
The front door doesn't even open
The force needed is almost shameful.
The feeling inside the rooms upstairs
Relates to its dark and boxed-in design
The oppressive weight of dead eyes
Watching for one step out of line.
Its uncomfortable and terrifying
Hardly a place for relaxation.
But each gray year we come here
To get more depressed on vacation.
10:00 p.m. at a quiet evening beach "Nguyen tat Thanh"
a long stretch sugary brownie field
two strangers sit by its shore
listening to the waves as they crawl
Succulent are the thoughts
two lost in lust of mind games
soft kisses and caress are exchanged
as her eyes meet his eyes
lips to lips
tongue to tongue
skin to skin rubbing
burning passion ignited
Yet they are in control
of the emotional games
feeling of detach and free
no promises to profess
The voyage of time is quick
moments well tailored and kept safe
morning comes another day
yesterday a tale story to say
As the whispering waves crashed within themselves
Only one thing was certain..
That though nothing lasts forever
There truly is hope
And there truly is love
And tonight we have them both..
So stay with me darling.
Stay with me..
At least until the waves fold into the twinkling lights.
Until the whispering sun dips below the horizon
And it becomes dark enough out to hide our sins
In the midst of the night
Under the audience of the stars.
We can blanket our treacherous desires
Under the curtain of the moonlight.
Let's forget the world..
And I'll take a journey in the universe of your eyes
As you get lost in the pool of my own...
Let the whispering winds crash
As you unravel me tonight...
A beach of plastic, sky blue
illuminating the waters like they do.
A blue haired boy and green skinned man,
a missing young one from Japan.
Headed out 'cross oceans wide
with Russel by her side.
The dimmer days blotched out with sun,
a kitten face and hunting gun.
All alone in need of help
on that beach washed over with kelp.
I barely remember the beach, we went there and
it was sunny at first,
but the clouds came and covered the sun.
I know I didn't wander off too far, but I remember feeling like
was between me
and the sand.
As I walked, poking my head just above the surface, (I couldn't swim then, either) my feet sank down into a hole.
I've been through things and I've felt things a child shouldn't, (wouldn't I be brave?), but then it seemed as though the water was swallowing me up. i was scared.
i fell under, choking, my throat quickly becoming sore from the salty water. i managed to get back to the sand, but it feels like my soul stayed in that hole. i guess i grew up too fast.
You are the ocean
I am the beach,
Your every motion
Welcomed, I beseech!
You've drawn back,
By yards and yards,
A tsunami attack
Must be on the cards?
Bring in the high tide!
Wash into my blood,
Like ancient gods defied;
Send me the flood!
Crash onto my shores,
Tumult into me,
Engulf with mighty roar
You lovely, angry sea!
You have my devotion,
But you must reach!
For you are the ocean,
I, merely beach.
At times the waves wash ashore,
the fragments of a bygone memory,
little bottles in time, nothing more.
The gentle lull draws me closer,
to tears? maybe a smile or two,
submerged, just like my toes are.
Seaweed and shells, sit on sand,
and much like the present,
soon to drift, to unfamiliar lands.
It's cold in rolled up pants and sleeves,
and there isn't much left to see,
but there didn't need to be,
and so ~ I leave.
The moon hung high in the sky,
I was floating on waves of affection,
You held me grounded in your arms.
My heart races with something unknown.
The sand was cool beneath my feet,
But wrapped in your arms I was warm.
The ocean sang a song to the moon,
Caught in its rhythm we danced,
We tripped, kissed and laughed at unspoken jokes.
Hearts pounding frantically for each other.
On the beach with you,
Bathed in silver light,
I let love flow through me
Healed and happy in you arms.
I imagine you're out on the shore,
sharing gentle kisses with the salty waves.
Watching sunsets dance by you while
you feel the burning rays bounce off your skin.
But you don't mind the feeling,
because it's something you know so well.
The beach almost feels like home,
it's like you could stay there forever,
if only there was a little something more.
I'm sorry what's missing is the warm feeling
of my arms wrapped softly around your waist.