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Devin Ortiz Nov 2016
Bare feet
Walking against the tide
Leaving impressions in the sand
Which crumble with each step forward

Tiny grains
Earth between the toes
Salted water rises to the ankles
Each step onwards to the horizon

Waste deep
Jeans are soaked
Never ready for the beach
Ocean freezing, and pain leaving

Waiting now
The thought to keep going
Submerging any hope to go on
Instead turning around back to the coast

Time disappears
Each step leads nowhere
The return is paired with receding tides
Rare moments where infinity graces subtlety

Troubled thoughts
Leaving the peace behind
Graced by the sunkissed afternoon
Headed home, to raging heart and suffering
Emma Nov 2016
I'm stuck, in an everlasting desert of shame
I cannot find my way out of my profound land of loneliness
As i sit on the cold sandy ground, i ponder,
'Why must it be this way, why can i not escape'
The answer comes to me.
I slowly sink into the sand of hurt, forever drowning in the presence
of hope that is never going to arrive, even as i grow
i cannot seem to let go of the memory that the sparkle in my
eye is never coming back.
I'm now more stuck than i ever was before, finding things to do
to pass time in the land of my caged prison, wondering when
someone will finally set me free.
SweetClementine Oct 2016
I don't understand how words
written in the sand,
words written with my simple hand
can make me think twice.
Or how being tethered to my phone
makes me feel less alone.
And how staying at my friends home
makes me wish I were family.
I can't change anything.
Becuase we deal with what we're given
we don't get to choose how we live and
attempts to change the world are just trivial...
Right? Wrong.
See, those words in the sand
words written even with my simple hand
could make someone's day better.
That's a change I can make.
A small step I can take.
And by connecting to the world with my phone, I'm never really alone,
I can project a positive tone
For my small audience to hear.
You see, change is waiting for you,
anxiously waiting for you to choose what you will do
to make your world a better place.
Even if it's as simple as words in the sand
that will put a smile on someone's face.
This is a piece that, besides a few words and punctuation corrections here and there, is unedited. It's something I'd like to call "motivational mumbles". I had this major brainwave of motivation, positivity and inspiration after attending my first open mic and hearing spoken word/slam poetry. As soon as I returned home, this is what I produced. I hope it makes sense, and that someone can connect with it like I do!!
Chetan Sharma Oct 2016
We are strangers
In world of dangers
One thing to search
Just another stranger

Life is hard
I got on start
But where the sky
I see all dark

Light is bright
That is heard
Where the spot
And how far?

Things that told
Humanity in human
What is here
Is the selfish

Ages know
Stranger as trader
They give some
To get some

Ask me man
If fair it is
For secrets I give
I find loneliness

People so smart
Tell time heals pain
Again the trade
Not aid for pain

Trade as here
Simple no fear
Power to bear
But not to clear

Pain to gain
Isn't that great?
Responsibility with power?
I see empty tower

Where are we
You just think
Can you feel
Without a blink

World now changed
**** for pleasure
Feeling or promise
Anything you wish

What I search
Is just my stranger
To light my sky
With love not cry

Meet me where
My world tends to die.....

Lost in sand
Take my hand...
Rebecca Cerrone Oct 2016
You shut down as I speak, and my wasted words fall like sand.
You got me swimming across seas, but I still can't get across to you.
Trying so hard to swim against the tide, but I'm getting tired.
Oceans begin to spill from my eyes and I am drowning in myself,
Sinking into unknown depths with my pain.

-Rebecca Cerrone
Sarah Strack Sep 2016
I can judge time passed,
by the chips in my nail polish.

It collects in the corners of eyes,
at the edges of mouths it lies.

Sometimes I look for it on my hand,
each scar like a grain of sand.

Other times it remains unseen,
hiding behind a laugh or scream.

I glimpse it in a backward glance,
but it stabs with pain as if a lance.

The jolting sensation to look at change,
to see how life does rearrange.

Then I go back staring at the ground,
Ignore it though my heart does pound.

And pretend the only sign of time passed,
are the chips in my nail polish.
Kaitlin Evers Jun 2016
I see a girl made of glass in bright sweet hues
She walks by the shore at night
Though I can never tell who she is
Her silhouette is laced with holes
Yet I see an underlying idyllic beauty
Whilst she walks by the moonlight
Her eyes forever searching the sands
Collecting her fallen pieces of glass as she goes...
When you're broken and not being your whole self. You have to remember what it is you love and want more than anything else in the world. You have to remember who you are, and you have to start all over again from scratch.
oui Sep 2016
a durable foundation creates a tall tower;
unfaltering in it's demeanor, anchored at peace.

why do we under romanticize stability?
building a house upon the waves knowing it's a
ticking time bomb before cascading our living
rooms into the ocean to sink beyond our reach.

i don't want my knit orange blanket under the water,
or to feel the roaring sea salt overflow my lungs ever again.

but i get it; wanting to wake with sun kissed skin and
dust the sand off your cheeks while cotton candy skies
shine into our eyes bringing a brand new day to us.

(having *** in the sea could cause a UTI, sand is unpleasantly itchy, and boys are poison, *******. take a shower and go home.)
don't be a *******
Sarah Michelle Sep 2016
And the desert sky isn't
half as lonely as I. At least it
has the stars and the gold sand
mark john junor Sep 2016
adrift on a sea swept
with the restless discontent and
heartfelt sweet dreams
drifting among images and arguments
backwater saints and apostles of
criminals on election trails
floating donkeys and elephants........
out here in the simple beauty of
the ever present tides of
humanities daily ritual conversations........
out here in the warm sea cold sand
i followed her pretty picture to her page
found the words she painted
the image of her desirable hearts landscape
full of sunlight dancing among the summer leaves
this lovely heart in this
strange and fascinating sea
where all is not what it appears to be...
the sailors sing while they labor building better ships
and faster dreams.......
tell me some nice tale
you backwater saints with kind hearts
give me a dream for tonight full
of summer leaves in sunlight
of smiles shared
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