everyone who reads this please write a line in the comments and continue the poem, it not necessarily needs to rhyme please!
it is a beach sea water themed

these r lines by other poets I have compiled and it's beautiful, submission r still open in the comments.... please do continue


I wander along the sea shore,.....
Unsure what it is I search for,
Walking wondering across the sand as I'm,
Does someone wait on another shore,
wind and water salty spray...
The roar of the ocean speaking in Nature’s tongue...
my feet sinking in sand marking my way,
With two feet beating the waves kiss the undertow,

Putrid  looking liquid
It has no shine or color
It does not have a definite shape
It does not have a soft smell
It is not see-though or crystal-like
A horrifying sight with a deadly taste.
INK
It is not healthy
It is not gorgeous
It is a dead material that can only turn into an unpleasant puddle.





However,
It does not matter what it is
If not what can be created with it
What people call the most powerful tool can come from a puddle of ink.
They call it words
Words create ideas
Ideas create stories
Stories create motivations
Motivations create impacts
Impacts create change
And change shapes history.

Once you use ink wisely,
You will want to have as much ink as you could possibly have.

Be your own inspiration
Be your own role model
Find your soul mate inside your heart
Find your success in your own dreams
Look deep into your own eyes and fall in love
Guide yourself, hug yourself, believe in yourself
Create your own music
Cultivate your own motivation
Hold your heart in your own hands
Be brave for yourself
Forgive yourself
Let go of an idea that you are not whole
Own your truth

thank you for your love, support, and most importantly your own self growth. the greatest part of writing is creating a community where people know they aren't alone through their hardships. It has been a great year, filled with so much growth. let's continue to write and grow together some more. much love.

- *CPM

Page One



I'm not sure what's worse--
                  Losing my mind
              or
Losing you

Either way,
I'm no longer myself.
What a
beautiful
misery to
need you
so...

Fervently.

if god doesn't let you through
his doors then maybe you'll
make your own little heaven
- find me there

spilled my heart out in ink, barely  legible handwriting on old worn napkins telling every thought of emotion i have ever dreamed

splattered what remained of a broken heart on a canvas in an attempt to place its broken pieces back together in beautiful colour schemes

photographed every moment in which i felt alive or when i felt the polar opposite anything to look at and make me remember what it felt like to feel more than a basic emotion

there’s a reason you cannot spell heart without art.
three letters that seemingly mean nothing in the grand scheme, however when arranged to spell out “art”, they encompass a word that describes everything you ever have and ever will be. the reason for your insanity and the explanation for every single atom in your being and every chemical reaction that caused your brain to send out endorphins and every other chemical that drives you to an emotion.

the reason you live and will live forever on, your legacy to leave behind, your reason for living all encompassed by a three letter word.