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Viseract Jul 2017
The very air I breathe is like poison to my system
Toxins in my veins, bravado slain, it's mischief
Wondering what's going on in my spectacular life
From the flames of a lighter to nomadic trips in the night

I'm a lost soul, a lone cause, I said that wrong
Just like everything else, bad lyrics to sad songs
I'm told to talk more, and told to talk less
A double standard board walk, a wooden plank into the depths

Coz we're all just fish food for ferocity, humanity
And if anything killed the cat it's curiosity, hilarity
Satisfaction: zero, this ain't the time to play hero
More or less to defend the rest and pass the test with a blue-coloured Biro

Pen to paper, ink the saviour, Jack be nimble; quick
Trying to do the right thing is worse than jumping candlesticks
I know I seem quite confident, give me the world I'll handle it
But you have to realise I'm only human with nightmares too imaginative

Just colouring in white pages to fill blank spaces
Is this just one for me or for the ages?
Because you can find a reason to smile in creation
But more reason to grin and laugh in the path to destruction
Angelique Jul 2017
Oceans sweep over burnt land
-clears away so
men can walk the simple path
forgetting where their desires had previously led them
to a promise of tomorrow
when yesterday was filled with worry
Madhu Jakkula Jul 2017
I see in your eyes,
ocean full of stars and
Sky full of moons.

I feel in your presence,
Autumn during summer and
Days during nights.

I hear from your voices,
whispers of love and
Melodies of the heart.
Madhu Jakkula Jul 2017
She chose
pizza over salad,
fries over boys,
books over looks,
actions over promises,
mountains over money,
oceans over tears.
Benji James Jun 2017
I'm standing on a ledge
Looking out over a vast ocean
I feel small, insignificant.
Yet I admire its beauty, it's wonder.
What secrets lurk beneath those depths,
Will they ever discover,
all there is to know?
These feelings aren't shallow,
they aren't just meat and bone,
These thoughts aren't skin deep.  
Think deeper
Deeper than the deepest trench
I'm standing on the sand
At the edge of the water
As the waves from the ocean
caress the shore
The water sweeps over my feet
I feel calm, soothed.
There's something in the ocean
I just find relaxing
It seems to heal all the wounds
Even though the salt may sting
I know that these wounds
will fade with time.
The sunsets over the ocean
revealing a beauty in which only eyes can behold
turning skies to the most captivating of pinks and soft oranges.
But it's the reflection of the moon upon the water.
That totally connects with my soul.
A light shining brightly over a vast ocean, yet it still gives hope,
that there are many beautiful moments within life.
No matter how vast or deep the ocean of your mind is.
I can hear waves crashing as I close my eyes.
Serenading my ears with its song,
they aren't rough like the pain that swirls inside of me.
it feels as though it is cleansing me of my sins,
with each wave that I hear
Another terrible feeling washes away.
All my hopes and dreams though far and distant.
Just may be reachable.
All I have to do is sail to reach them.
but for now, I'll just admire the view.
look at these stars from a distance,
one day I will shine just as bright
Somewhere in the future of my life.

©2017 Written By Benji James
Started writing this one, weeks ago, finally found the determination to finish it.
Madhu Jakkula Jun 2017
I will meet you on the bridge where sun kissed the earth.
I will hold you when sun rises in the west.
I will be with you when stars peep during the daylight.
I will kiss you when oceans don't give birth to seas.
I will love you when the sky goes to sleep without it's blanket of clouds.
I will be yours' forever and ever when my heart doesn't bleed red.
Devin Lawrence May 2017
Sea salt spray - the air
absolves you of all the rest.
You are an island.
Colm May 2017
That kind of kiss is an intersection
Like a small stream
Where two oceans meet

How they’ve tossed and turned
Precariously
And endlessly

End over end
Until afterwards
Experienced vicariously

Like the saltwater winds
Which whip and whirl
And swirl the sand

So I am turned at the intersection
At the memory which ends
Where the ocean began
And yet its vision in own minds which we really desire. Explain that one if you please. :p
Morgan Paige May 2017
you don't
  get to decide

               when        (will i be)
          i
am                              okay

           ­                            (?)
Delta Swingline Apr 2017
We are the written ammunition of this literary military.*

~April 1st, 2017~
I have an arsenal of pens and paper for eternity.
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