Rock, tall, edged, and slightly warn by the sun, forms it's curve around the bank like a gentle hug. This layer of privacy from the rest of the ocean. This our own escape from the rest of the world. I would watch you from the shore, as you'd jump with the waves, feeling the sand hot between my toes. And you beckoning me to join. You'd claim to be a king, asserting your dominance over the sea. I couldn't help but laugh when the waters overthrew you. The hours we spent there, seem so distant now... I miss laughing on the beach with you, and all the sunsets we watched. What became of our little swimming cove?
Serenity of life Gray skies for the choices I Find time to make Right up until the rain Comes down Real time precipitation For the sole reason Of flooding my soul
Charging the clouds With negative energy Eventuality says they'll burst Sooner or later And as the water flows down to the earth Then up and over my teeth Nearly up to my shoulders Growing ever higher Ever getting closer It was all inevitability
Trying to change the sky Is slowly ******* killing me With every single storm That rolls by
Its beyond me And you too
When will I be taken? Who can tell But hell, if I don't know when When time itself never began **** estimations, and **** plans
One way to escape
We all know the way
A darkened cave A lonely overhang
No one dares approach for Fear of going missing
There's so much more I wanted to say Words and phrases before I made my final escape This cave I know May be too cold For The embolden spirits Who hold on dearly to Earthy merit
It behaved as the young dove, I started chasing elusive love, It shielded its valuable trove, I found it hidden in the cove, It smelt so fresh like the clove, I gave it a much needed shove, It fumbled right into my glove.
Depression might not be helped by a book that starts with a suicide
Third of four poems written this morning. I decided to get out of my weekend blue funk by listening to the audiobook of Christopher Moore's inspired insanity, namely his book "The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove," which may well be the funniest book I've ever read. Naturally, having read the book around ten years ago, I completely forgot that the book opens with a suicide, which of course struck me as hilariously funny in context. Especially since depression - namely the depression gripping the whole town - figures prominently in the story. Yeah, I'm weird. ;-)