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Jaxey Feb 2021
her voice
bent me
backwards
over the
bedsheets
every
syllable
spinning silk
into sea
as she drew
the breath
from my ears
and a symphony
from my lips
she turned my
twin bed
into titanic
along with me
and as I was
drowning
she was speaking
poetry
i will never forget
Alice Feb 2021
I told you I was drowning

you said you knew how to swim

but what is that good for

if you still won't jump in
fray narte Jan 2021
The ocean is always deeper than what we can see. Maybe to hold a place for sorrows. No matter, bind me. Hold me down with a stone carved with the words to a funeral song. Sink me into the water until my skin resembles it β€” a deep, dark place for sorrows. A deep, dark place for a grave.

The ocean is always deeper than what naked eyes can see.
on rainy days
i like to pretend
that i am sinking into the water
so i can drown in something
other than my thoughts.
yann Jan 2021
flowing,
a torrent,
strong, powerful,
engulfing
us,
we used to
breathe
above it all
now we
drink
the whole ocean,
are you scared yet ?
i kind of am
when i
look at you
when i
feel the sea moving
around us,
when i
wonder
what awaits once
all the water
is gone.
can it be
gone,
can we even
swallow
an ocean,
or
will we become
the sea,
will we still
be a we.
when it gets too intense, sometimes
Nickolas J McKee Jan 2021
They say let go & let God,
So here I am to sit down & think.
Lost love far away to sob,
His loneliness & himself to sink.
Times I chased him all before,
Opening my heart of love to soar.
Many times I cried ashore,
This I know no longer anymore.
My tears fall where he has drowned,
Days I wish I could’ve rescued him.
He’s far below of no sound,
I cry my love to come back & swim.
What will God say of me so,
Knowing I lost him & let him go?
In the vast ocean
A cage awaits
Floating in silence
Drowning in violence

A tiny sound
Issued by some chains
When the heart can not stand
And the inmate falls

Trapped
All i feel
Is my heart crying
And my wings withering away
This reality, is a very harsh prison
Flowing under winter
Is the warmth of a fading love
That once was on the surface
But now struggles to be shone

Cold hearts once bled red
Broken, they needed repair
Grey was too stiff for the aching heart
So blue was the color of the broken part

But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt
By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes
As the icy, depressive cover has formed
After the heart had been healed

So, many times passion becomes a fuel
To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows
And this gas perpetually ignites
And the water that once thawed the rime
Won’t remain covered, buried under ice

That is why love always resurfaces
With the heat of hope and will
Querying if the person the heart beats for
Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still

But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces
To find a place to regrow, as fear overpowers the fuel
Where memory and reluctance troubles the loving soul
While life seems dull to his aching state, as time never ceases

My appreciation for her burns wild
Maybe its youth that feeds the flames
Or the personality bonded to her beautiful name
But, which is enough to love her, the air that I inhale
Will soon be few as I drown in the water, doubting if β€œwe” will ever be true
As the last poem of the third chapter, it establishes the war between love and hopelessness the speaker is caught between after his misadventures with Rose, Violet, and Obsidian Eye. Will his heart freeze solid? Or rather, can his heart become icy cold?
i speak louder
but no one seems to hear
move faster
but moving nowhere

simultaneously icarus
simultaneously sisyphus
standing while falling

just the two of us
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