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Claire Sep 2014
you don't know but I used to cry when you held me.

and I know
you finally cried when I finally
drove away
but why did your tears even
bother to fall
if she was laying right under you to soak them up?
catching each one and then letting them fall through her fingers
accordingly

I wish I could ask you
why it made any difference
for me to walk out of your life
if she was waiting at the nearest
entrance
as soon as I left the nearest
exit

I don't even wonder why you're gone anymore because I know
that she was always everything
and that tears
are never anything

and I guess I didn't really make a difference,
just left a salty taste in your mouth
that faded so quickly you forgot;
that was replaced so soon by the spice of another Cuban cigar

she is an abundant freshwater ocean
while I, to you, was only brief
saltwater
stream.
personal
Silver Lining Sep 2014
willow tree standing proud and strong  branches flowing in the wind as if dancing to nature's song.

it's serene to watch, listen and truly see. we are but a small part, you and me.

oceans formed over days, weeks, years. their deepest points holding your darkest fears.

willow cracks and salty water lulling me to sleep. hush hush little baby, not even a peep.
mark john junor Aug 2014
her jewels melted away in the saltwater
her crown broken by jealous girls
but she sat on my wood floor
the prettiest in blue lace dream
a beautiful song breathing on the still air
and her eyes full of doubts washed away with tears
held her hand till she found her strength once again
she knew how to dance
so i cleared the clutter and
let her dazzle
let her shine

she smiled once more
put aside her silver screen dreamy voice
and talked all night bout the adventures and
the balloons chased with laughter's joys
and you could feel the sunshine in the room
from the beauty of her voice
from the beauty of her soul
she smiled once more
and whispered a song just for me
questioning but gently
seeking but giving

when i saw her last
she had returned to the carnival of californian hills
once again the rare talent with a gift of light in her eyes
for thouse who have the strength to dream
fly free and true beautiful one
be who you are without fear
you are loved
so dance...shine
(for the kristen stewart in all of us)
Vivian Pennock May 2014
Can't seem to stop it.
Keeps Flowing
This gushing salt water,
these quick uneven breaths I take
like I am drowning and I'm just trying to get enough oxygen,
maybe if I could stop the shaking,
maybe if I had a nice clear nose,
I could have laughed.
But I didn't.

Can't seem to stop it.
Keeps flowing.
I lay here on the concrete,
and I cannot even see straight,
let alone think straight.

Can't seem to stop it.
Keeps flowing.
I cannot conclude on whether
these are happy fantasies,
sad fragments of memories,
or a mixture of the two
that is making me feel this way.

Can't seem to stop it.
Keeps flowing.
The concrete that supports my convulsing body
is soaked.
Every time I try to stand,
I hear a loud crack,
and find myself
cuddling with the concrete once again.

Somehow it stopped.
No more gushing salt water.
I still lie here with my silent, piercing cries.
With my writhing body.
With my nose and its trickling stream.

I must not have any water left to let cascade onto the floor.

But for some reason,
I cannot disjoin myself from this cold floor.

Cannot stand up.

Once I finally build up the courage,
something shoots me down
again
and
again.
AM Mar 2014
i’m drowing and i can’t tell which way is up
i can’t tell if i want to know which way is up

i am quaking like sand and soon my mouth will froth like the shore
it’s cold and it stings and there is so much saltwater filling my lungs, filling my stomach, filling every nook and cranny

maybe the people of the sea didn’t lure people to their deaths
perhaps they merely helped them attain it

— The End —