Today, tonight, maybe even tomorrow
Who knows really when the end comes
When the thoughts just come to an abrupt conclusion

Full of youth yet reckless
Might just sneak tonight
Or maybe unload

All I know is sooner or later
A bottle of rum In one hand
And an empty mind all together

Intoxicating and abusing the substance
The choice falls with me
Looks like I'll be making a deal tonight

In a pool filled with liquor
E l l e 7d
I've been swimming all my life.

Treading; Floating.

Inside the infinity of all infinity pools.

Yet I never learned how to swim-

                                                                              Until I learned
                                                                              I could drown.
You never learn how to fight until you've been beaten.
zeebee May 7
cherry-red soda can tabs
discarded on the ground,
bright pink deflated floaties
covered in grime of years past,

junebugs scrambling
on surface tension,
fragments of
and dead leaves
drift to the bottom
of the pool.

chlorine fills my lungs,
solidifying on the saltwater
deposits of summers
long long ago.

warm stone
scalds the bottoms of my feet
a pain that is welcome
it says, 'you are home'
it says, 'summer'
it sings,
notes sharp
like glass
between my toes.

i pick mosquitoes from my hair,
water dripping from my lips
like a sour nectar.

i dip below the sky
or is it the water?
the sky and the water
one and the same
i sink, watching bubbles
from my skin
my hair
my lungs
rise lazily to
the clear-blue horizon
between the water and the sky
i imagine
this is what
it looks like to drown

it doesn't look so bad, really
i imagine i could drown, sometimes
but then my brother calls me
and i push off the bottom
to join him in the land of the living.
the water crystal clear,
yet ice cold to the touch
like sorrowed whispers of agony
by the poolside i keep my clutch
on scorching sunny days,
and chilly, ruthless nights
the water wants to pull me in
with it's frigid, ruthless bite

these days that i keep close,
they're memories i hold dear
times with sweet friends of mine
times of crying but no one hears
these things happened by the poolside,
where fear and love have been
the water cannot drown me now,
for i have learned to swim.
Shreyas c9 Apr 23
(B)ack from your job you enter the house,
(L)ooking around you can’t see your spouse,
(O)bserving the signs of struggle, things spread on the floor,
(O)pening slowly with hesitation the master bedroom door,
(D)own on the floor you see her in a pool of……

Just a tale of a person finding his spouse's body..
elizabeth Feb 22
the pale blue avieli come and greet me,
my toes dipped far past the skim of the surface.
my ankles, small and knobbed,
gently sway, nodding left to right.

the lovat seagrass spindles and knots with passing aquatics,
smoothly unraveling once through.

the demon, who seems to skirt around this area
of deep greens and violet hues,
lightly takes hold of the flesh of my human legs,
gripping the bone between darkened talons.

it beckons, |what a delicate creature.

the zephyr of summer leads to misjudgment.
warm, honey-soaked humidity drenches my mother’s linen.
bowls of pomegranate left on granite countertops.

i pull myself in deeper
sulked with an internal despondence.

my eyes seem to catch the reflection of light
of the glistening fangs of a predator.
yet still, i let myself sink into him.

he grasps onto my shoulders, flushed and olive,
dappling the swimming pool with red puddles- a sweet nectar.
holes filling the side of my bovine face.
spurious cinematic comfort.

the shadowy figure proceeds to engulf
my carameled view with the bitter fruit of
knowing the end of a story
before it has had the chance to begin.
Bee Feb 18
It was 9 a.m. and already 95 degrees.
I wished for a pool of ice but
instead I swam in a shirt drenched with sweat.
This was my first summer here.

At 10 a.m. I realized this drought,
this cracking, dry, unwarrantable heat,
might burn away the doorway hiding
away any signs of forgiveness.

11 a.m. lulled by,
heart beating dizzily in sync with the
fan spraying my skin with sickly sweet stale air,
habitually smothering my body’s hasty pulse.

At noon
I knew I couldn’t linger any longer.
Detrimental integrity leading a rope to
the next state over.

One o’clock came and
for just a second, there was fresh air,
or so I thought. Maybe You are what
made up that canopy’s cover.

I couldn’t wait until two, there’s always
some reason to stay.  Time to make due
and evaporate like sugar dissolving in the cracks
of the asphalt burning our toes.
I really hate that I get so sad...
Words just cannot describe the ache I feel when I get this lonely...
Oh, how I miss the presence of my lover...
I miss the smell of his cologne...
The sound of his voice...
The taste of his chocolate skin...
How handsome he is...
But most of all...
The feel of his hands on my skin...
Why must I yearn for someone so much?
He is this giant piece of me...
When he isn't around I just feel so broken...
Who is he to walk into my life & mean so much to me?
I love him so much that when I think about it...
I get this overwhelming sensation...
Its a wonderful feeling...
Like diving into a swimming pool of love...
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