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Em MacKenzie Aug 2018
The salt water washes away the sin
crashing on the rocks so violently,
trickling down tracing my skin
the most beautiful symphony.
There’s nothing that I detest more
than the sand encasing my toes,
but still my home sits on the shore
I love the depth and adore the lows.

Drag me down into the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be,
The waves strongly embracing
my heart stopping yet racing.

I’ll be a drowned god,
for what is dead may never die,
but rises again stronger and harder.
Among the bass and the cod
I’ll never again see the sky
sacrifice my heart to be a martyr.

You know sand is a kin to soil
for underwater the seaweed will grow,
and with passion the bubbles boil
we do not reap; we do not sow.
Hoarding a seashell collection
though I can not craft jewelry,
I’d still offer quite a selection
a salt crown was never meant for me.

Drag me down into the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be.
The tide will lock on and carry me
until I’m listing and sinking.

I’ll be a drowned god,
for what is dead may never die,
but rises again stronger and harder.
And I may be very flawed,
to that I could never deny
I can’t negotiate nor can I barter.

Drag me down to the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be.
An escape where no one can flee,
forever cursed to be drowning.

I’ll be a drowned god,
I’ll rise again but painfully slow.
No one will wait to applaud,
but we do not reap and we do not sow.

For what is dead may never die,
but rises instead stronger than I.
For what is dead may never die,
I never lead and following; I could never try.
Julie Grenness Aug 2018
Only in dreams,
Is this place, it seems,
To be a horizon?
Sky to ponder on
Where water meets,
No city streets,
A force of nature,
Is this Earth's future,
Drowned world, it seems,
Or only it dreams ........
A vision of the future, according to the prophets of doom.
Nis Jul 2018
La niña ahogada usa su mirar y explora,
indaga con sus ojos profundos su soledad sonora.
La niña ahogada es sabia y sabe,
sabe la sonoridad de la ausencia,
conoce el timbre de los pájaros callados
y el color de ojos de la soledad.
La niña ahogada sabe demasiado
y tal vez por eso la soledad le ahoga.
Luces de cristal, color transparente,
brillan en sus ojos añejos, añejos de ausencia.

En su boca yace una última sonrisa,
una risa de nostalgia de tiempos que no sucedieron.
La niña ahogada se ríe sola, porque está sola
y solamente ella se escucha.
Se escucha entre tinieblas, entre el ruido se entrevé.
En la noche de su risa solo hay sitio para una
pero ella no está, está ahogada,
y la dulcez del mar le susurra en sus adentros
lo que nunca ha sido escrito
lo que no debe ser escrito
y mientras la luz de la luna le grita
la niña ahogada se hunde.

Se hunde en si misma
cuál enredadera, cual caballo de ajedrez.
Se hunde y busca un apoyo
más en su eterno saber
sabe eterno este mar insondable,
sabe infinita su soledad propia
y su ausencia ajena.

//

The drowned girl uses her seeing and explores,
she stares with her deep eyes at her loud loneliness.
The drowned girl is knowing and knows,
she knows the loudness of her absence,
she knows the timbre of quiet birds
and the eye colour of loneliness.
The drowning girl knows todo much
and maybe that's why loneliness drowns herramientas.
Crystal lights, of transparent colour,
shine in her aged eyes, aged with absence.

On her mouth lies one last smile,
one laugh of nostalgia oferta times that did not happen.
The drowned girl laughs alone, because she is alone
and only she listens.
She listens among shadows, among noise she glimpses at herself.
In the night of her laugh there's only room for one
but she's not there, she's drowned,
and the sweetness of the sea murmurs in her insides
What has never been written
what must never be written
and while the light of the moon shouts at her
the drowned girl sinks.

She sinks into herself
like a climbing planta, like a chess knight.
She sinks and she looks for support
but in her endless knowing
she knows endless this fathomless sea,
she knows infinite her own loneliness
and her alien absence.
Sara Kellie Jun 2018
My Pandora's box, nailed shut, known as the FEAR.
I can't look at the box, it is FEAR.
FEAR itself.
A good day today but my fragile mind has seen the box, the FEAR.

Face the FEAR, **** the FEAR.
Face the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

The apprehension, the box, the FEAR.
**** the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

Oh, the untold, the box, the FEAR.
**** the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

But for you, not one ****** tear.
Tell anyone you read this poem and
I'll ****** **** you!

Kaydee, confidence growing.
Kaydee, feeling bold.
Kaydee, the story untold.

Poetry by Kaydee.
BURN.
I'm tired of being told to start again,
I'm done with all drizzles of rain,
All I got is darkness inside me,
And my demons beside me.

You say they're evil again!
I'm so tired to be angel again.
Let me be the satan for life
And then i'll be in hell again.

Hah! this misery can't you see?
All you wanted is to get freed
Nothing's gonna stop you so far my love
Why my words when they are buried,
Why my words when they are buried.
Have you ever been there?
Where you are the one with yourself only because there is no one Hell no one who can be with you without any reason and that's the freaking point you learn to get hooked up with yourself.
-R'ag
Julian Caleb Oct 2017
submerged

drowned by the thoughts
of you loving me back
murdered by the reality
of me being abhorrent
Poetic T Aug 2017
I collected your clothes
                                   still damp,
my heart was washed away with you

Now I'm drowning within myself,
                             my heart floating
into the flash flood of denial...
BladeRunner Aug 2017
H20
On a good day
I could say I'm swimming
under the water

Compared to my usual
days spent in the bottom
of a pit
drown as a stone

<I wish to breathe
and one day maybe
float>

Lift the pressure.
Fly.
Nox Mar 2017
I fell, far far to the ground.

Far, I fell for you.

Far down there I drowned,

with neither time or view.

I wanted to know how you feel.

But you hid it a riddle.

I don't know what is real,

so I'm stuck in the middle.

If you had said no

I'd die under the water

If our relation could never grow,

I'd give myself to slaughter.
janelflorendx Mar 2017
Putting myself at risk or being spontaneous of the feeling of death makes me happy because its what makes me feel alive even for just a moment
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