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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.
A wonderful blue, strong and bold.
A marvelous place, with much to see.
Our delightful oceans, and our sea.

A marvelous world where so many lurk,
Where we sharks, crustaceans, and octopi work.
We live free, oh so carefree.

The oceans hold strength, power, and control.
Without them, our lives would surely fall.
We must thrive with mouths held high.

Unlike humans, who take far more than they need,
We shan’t be corrupted by such greed.
They **** our oceans.
They **** each other.
We mustn't give in to the evil above.

We speak for the dead.
Whose souls have turned to dust,
With only skins left behind.

Which all life will become, if we **** our great oceans.
For if we **** them, we **** our Earth too.
All creatures, all life,
Goes with her too.

Such is the future, unless our oceans are saved,
From the greedy.
Who are causing destruction.
That they themselves can never escape.
For an assignment, a while ago.
M Harris Mar 2017
Photochromatic Sanity & Fluorescent Visions,
Metallic Vanity Initiating Phosphorescent Collisions,

Luminescent Effervescence In Her Iridescent Constants,
Convalescent Spells Of Her Tumescent Transplants,

Auroral Apertures & Acronycal Fractals,
Floral Kisses Of Her Quintessential Portals,

Velvet Transitions & Twilight Transmissions,
Reverberating Vocal Inhibitions Of Her Satellite Renditions,

Razor Rivers & Rogue Delights,
Shining Laser Echoes On Vogue Nights,

Molecular Suicides In Abysmal Desires,
Drowning In Atomic Oceans Of Her Ethereal Reprisals,

Static Pulses Of Her Prurient Delights,
Amorous Impulses With Hymens Of The Night,

Shaded Whispers & Livid Overtunes,
Serenaded Ceilings In Her Vivid Offtunes.

Condensed Rainbows Over Her Silk Citadels,
Slithering With Oblivious Love Of His Ghostline Vessels.

Extinct Hemispheres Of Her Tender Tracings,
Broadcasting Distinct Light-Years In Spiritual Casings.

- 03:50 AM -
Nox Feb 2017
You would hate me if I were like you,

making scars deeper than oceans.

Treating me like I never knew,

with no regard of my emotions.
ㅡjatm Jan 2017
The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.
xerez bridglall Dec 2016
Long before the winds carried our metal wings across oceans,
They took feathered dreams to safety.
The oceans cradled generations in warm tides to family reunions,
Off coasts we have yet to discover.
Now it watches as our shores push them away in favor of high rises that bring us no closer to God or the heavens we hope to belong within.
Before the world existed to serve the greedy,
It gave in abundance.
We have made it weary,
Bending like a tired willow against the pressure of our gasping breath.
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