Sobriquet Apr 17

So many lines and laments
scribed in ink and feeling,
for the girl who is the ocean

but she is a swell and surge
too dauntless and wild,
for a lover whose bones crave the shore.

She craves the squalls and gusts,
and cast iron skies,
a worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
the deep pull of currents in her blood.

She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
her bones belong to the sea
but she will always return to the shore.

Wow thankyou for the kind words everyone. Feels really good to know people enjoy my words, and my first Sun too!

That was then and now is there
As sister Sara pointed out
We were young and stupid
But our ship harbored no care

The oak was new , fresh the smell
We climbed the rigging
of the mast of life
so fast , so well

"Get down you fools"
The old crusted would say
Seasoned in salt from life's
crashing waves and spray

We just laughed and brayed
Almost depraved
"Get lost old fool"
We were so cruel

We weighed our anchor
and dropped our sails
Little we knew
of the seas of Hell

The distant thunder
lightning's warning
It didn't scare us
Life was ours to plunder

But the oak did gray
It bent and buckled
The rigging's rope broke
some of us tumbled

Beaten and battered
We limped into our ports
There was no laughter
from our fellow cohorts

The crossing is done
Sun seasoned in wear
We are the old fools . . .
That was then and now is there

Inspired by Sara Fielder's poem "This is this"
Tyler Castro Apr 4

Will a Phoenix doused in water reignite?
Should the Sun ever disturb the night?
As my eyes take their rest my mind takes flight
Then quickly plummets straight into blight
Straight into sorrow; reigniting my rage
And keeps me awake as if it were day
Awake to write my story/Awake to dwell on the last page
How dare I wallow over someone engaged?
Great Leviathan, Demon God of water and life
Lend me your strength as I overcome this strife
Baptize me in your waters and revitalize my sight
Clear away all the salt and callus to turn my scleras white
Drown the anger in my heart; cease its return!
Kill the Phoenix, for its presence burns!
Drown the Sun so that the moon may take its turn
Allow my brain to rest so that I may have the capacity learn
How to fully move on…

The demonology was borrowed from Anton Szandor LaVey
blue Mar 29
naive. used to think that the world meant well and that everyone deserves a second chance. i no longer think this but i would still give you a second- no. i don't know how i feel. i'm falling in love with he who is not you and there's only one thing holding me back. it's the thought of you as i am caught on reverse constantly falling when i'm trying to soar out of this place. i wanted to be ejected into outer space, and i was holding on to my tongue in cheek. oh the irony.
      seconds last lifetimes.
      i'm trying so very hard.
      at last, you will mourn.
2. certain. i'm with someone new, and now i'm so scared. afraid. wary. trust and love and lust are all dangerous i've learned. you grew daisies in my brain and then, you watched them wither. he grows roses where our flowers had died. but now i know nothing. i am unsure of anything but the fact that i am leaveable.
      how easy you changed.
      poisoned. a broken promise.
      twisting in the dark.
3. bold. i remember when i told you that i loved you. or something like that anyway. i threw up the butterflies in my stomach when you called me beautiful, and i couldn't believe you were (almost) mine. i talked to you like you were my everything because you were, now there's someone else and he's almost got me to want to be brave again. i wish i was brave again. for me. for him. but not for you.
      i'll light the candles.
      the glow is surreal and bright.
      blessed be this lady.
Alasia Mar 15

Words that once tasted sweet turn sour and sear their way through my lips no matter how I attempt to swallow them. They come through like hiccups and bring tears to my eyes as I pour my heart out like syrup. My feelings are fizzy like soda pop sweets foaming in my mouth as I choke my way around the sharp edges. No matter what he says or does I always get my sugar rush. I'm hooked on him in his many flavours though I never get to choose them, he's a box of Mike and Ike's and I just have to get through him. He's addicting, he's one more bite and then I swear I'm done, but there's always another after another and I can't resist more when the box is gone. He's a Christmas striped cane sharpened with my tongue, mistaking salt for sugar and apologizing when he's done. He's kids sharing candy, I've always preferred my own. He is the candy shop I wanted to call my home. I am a Pez dispenser, people bite sweetness from my neck. I am offering my licorice limbs and conversation heart so to pretend. His words are coated with the faintest film of sugar to make swallowing his jaw breaker remarks go down smoothly. I am a red hot lips smile, gagging on his perceptions, distracting him with candy.

Jack Jenkins Feb 23

take me to the shore
where seagulls cry among rocks
taste the salty air

Selesha Jan 6

Being in love with your best friend's partner is like revelling in the destruction of a tsunami.
You watch the waves roll and weave their way through the closing sky and yet you stand boldly on the beach front -
Arms open and eyes closed
The feeling of cracking wide inside you,
but you're a masochist, and the pain is your drug,
the only antidote to the touch of
The forbidden fruit.

Being in love with your best friend's partner is like tearing open all your bandaged wounds, just to let the salt rub them dry
again and again and
Again.

I am trying
but trying doesn't make
deep wounds heal any faster,

and you rubbing salt in them
does not help them to
hurt any less.

~~ From another time, where things seemed much worse without anything being that different. ~~
ashattack Jan 4

i remember the soft sand
that never burnt my feet
because you were with me.

i remember the calm ocean
when the waves were soft
on the shore we got lost.

i remember the salt smell
that had felt so cleansing
you were my best friend
the ocean, you, the sand.

i remember the sun’s reflection
that rippled with the water
and your eyes were never brighter.

i remember the shells we found
waist deep in water or just wandering
with you i had never felt calmer.

but the night was cold
while our hands were warm
as we floated in the starry water.

the wolf and the ocean's love story - innocence (part two)
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