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lua May 2021
Crashing waves against the crunch of sand
Touches my feet
Sinking into the softness beneath me
As the water stains my toes blue
And paints goosebumps
Paints chills
Across my legs
Up to my stomach
Full of the same crashing waves
Those which curl
And spin in whirlpools
Up to my chest
Into my lungs full of seasalt
And the bitterness of the morning sun
Down every branching vein
That reminds me of mangrove roots
Yet pale and blue
So small and delicate
It reaches my own shaking fingers
And to the rosiness of my cheeks
All I hear is the soft ringing of windchimes in my ears
And the splash that dissipates into nothing but tiny droplets
Maybe that’s what keeps me awake at night.
Joseph Gassmann May 2021
When you message

Your name appears

they see my smile

But inside... my chest, Tense

I attempt to inhale
The air thickens
My lungs like Stone...
Chilling to the Bone

Your Phone silent... Do you wonder why?

What do I say? What will be the conclusion?

Brendann Apr 2021
The creaking boards, leading to the endless fog

The smell of salt

The crack of the waves, seem like a distant memory

The only noise comes from the boards and the birds

The smoke, white as snow, consumes me as I near the end of the peer

I could only stand and stare
I wrote this in 2019. It was really smokey from the forest fires and I took my motorcycle on a ride to the beach. I walked down the pier, sat down in the smoke, and wrote this. It was so peaceful.
Whirling as the wind
Soothing as the breeze
Cold as ice
Tense all the time
Chills all over her skin
A little warmth is what she needs
Another drop from the sky
And blankets are all over her skin
Brian Turner Dec 2020
Icy fog sets in
People stay in
Walking through a cold wall
Walking to stay warm

Temperature stays low
It's no, no go
Ice rules as King today
No change to the affray
December cold sets in
Caitlin Faykus Oct 2020
Sometimes I get chills
Not because I'm cold
Because I can still feel
His hands on me
Levels that went unchecked,
were left to harshly fluctuate.
You say It's just all chemicals,
and that I'm only very distrait.

I start to feel like a test subject,
as you experiment different pills.
Just trying to fix my chemicals,
so maybe I won't feel these chills.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
Up in the sky
Moon was shivering
In the dark winter night

While offered her
The covering
What radiate in her eyes?

A beautiful shy
Writing happened to me
Witnessing her glimpse of smile
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Cosmic Connection
WC Wrights Nov 2019
It feels like a cat
clawing its way up my leg
digging into my back
cutting into my spine
producing a shake in my entire frame
traveling up into my teeth
chattering as I wait
for the next bus.
An homage to the early morning bus routine that all students (college and not) go through.
The Vault Sep 2019
Alone in the silent light
I sit
So quiet
It almost hurts the ears
A whisper
Sounds like a yell
And things in the walls seem to move
Creaking and groaning
As if some lurked
Within the books
I called my home.
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