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Ellie Phant Jun 23
you snapped a photo
that forever sits on your bedside,

we kissed in front of a church,

and I floated away.

Where did I go?
Anna Lour' Apr 27
While the ocean unfolds
calm as still waters
I’m just another lost soul
floating helplessly with no colors

I’ll go where the tide told me to
because there’s no hope left in me
And everything looked so pointless
so why bother to fight for them

I’ve been screaming, yearning, longing for answers,
for a glimmer of hope
But every time I try harder,
the world brings me down
And here I am

But as the night went by,
and the stars fell down
The sun emerged,
and the warmth grew closer
The morning breeze greets me,
welcoming for a new start
Maybe I don’t have all the answers now
but that doesn’t mean I should settle down
And I may be floating
but i’m discovering the whole sea
From the album 'Afloat'
Read the full album on
Golden halo, crown of gold- rings as you call,
Golden halo, heart so bold- yes and yes to all-
yet all the time that falls off the leaves after rain,
dry up too soon in the mid-morning sun’s heat

Golden halo, not of gold- just as ever blinding,
Golden halo, made of light- slowly ever fading-
the sky is clear, buts its clouds uncertain to cry,
Sit and wait, sit and wait and talk- golden halo

I hear your whispers, golden halo- loud and soft
echoing from the fleets of galleon clouds
and crashing nimbus waves
blaring through soft torrents of gale and gusts,
dodging the lighthouse of heavenly fire

I hear your secrets, golden halo- safe and sound
safe in me, golden halo, deep in locked chains
safe in me, high above the clouds,
the key, broken- its pieces, heavens apart
the lock molten shut

golden halo, golden light
golden secret, lips sealed tight
v Mar 7
I’m sinking... alright
these feelings come in waves
my demons are praying that I drown
oh Eternal sea... give me strength
lift me up, God
breathe your living essence into my lungs
I will not allow them to be filled with anything but
Slime-God Jan 25
Shelter is a storm.
Flying high; my heart within.
Why must you float on?
Sorry for the re-upload, I accidentally yeeted this one
Sydney Nov 2020
Am I floating?
It feels like a dream
Where are you?
Oh, you're down there
I'm alone up here
High above the clouds
I've wondered what it was like up here
As a child
I would spend hours in my room
Thinking if I would just
Pull the curtains
Stand on the window
and just
f l y
Then be up there
Or down
If it even was real
I didn't think about how you'd cry
or her
or that random guy
But I'd fall back to Earth
To make you happy again
Sydney ©2020
Glenn Currier Nov 2020
Now I can float with you
on dreams of possibilities
daring to hope again
for a season of light.
We are partners of the universe
in flight
not fright.

Dreams are made of possibilities
not of economics or hands
and bare-***** probabilities
but of living tissue
of heart.
I bow to and send thoughts and prayers of gratitude to Cne for her poem, “It’s Good to Dream” on her page on here:
Samual Hidden Nov 2020
A pixie a nixie,
a fae all day,
To these I must say
oh me oh my, oh what am I
to do on this fine day,
this fine day in early may
with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea
the fae of the day, all around me.
=)   (*-_-*)   (=

why are names so hard
Hammad Oct 2020
You said
You were drowning
In my love..
I know - for a fact
that you were just
floating - In the dead sea
Giovanna Oct 2020
Was happy to see me floating,
little did I know I floated cause I was dead.
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