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Jack Mandala Jul 2017
It was an overcast night. The Moon cast an illumination across the gray sky which created an unusual sense of contentment.

As I was dozing off on the back of the boat, I zoned in on the constant ripples of the bay, containing a zig-zagged reflection of the architecture posted above it.

It was consistent. The small waves. Some looked like they were constantly chasing the boat, but could never catch up.

This awakened my senses. It looked as if the other ruffles were trapped under the navy blue blanket, yearning to break through the film by gliding in arbitrary directions. It was as if God was attempting to divulge some enlightenment I desperately needed. It was as if I had some connection to the seemingly near pitch-black setting.

And it came at an instant. The ripples either followed the boat, or went off in their own directions. Our lives can be compared to ripples in a bay. We have two choices. Attempt to fill someone else's shoes, or make your own. The constant chase towards the boat represents our desire to change ourselves to someone else- it won't produce the result we desire.

The other ripples make their own paths. Some gaining so much momentum, they become waves, crashing to shore with a bang. This is the result of creating our own lifestyle, based on our own ideas of happiness and success. Not all will make it to shore, but the ones that do sail in the path their own heart desires.
But then again it's just some **** waves
Natasha Jan 2015
Deepest point on the earths surface,
many fear the mere sight of this.
To where the sea caves dip
down into the earths core,
God only knows what nature
truly has in store down there.
But if I had to choose
a way to die?
I'd sink myself to its depths
without a care
to have my final moments
of life in me witnessing
some of the greatest
visual wonders,
a living masterpiece
century old mystery,
the heart of the seas.
Would be the only
way in my final moments of life,

I could pass peacefully.
If the mother waters
call her daughters
back to the abyss of
Marianas bottomless arteries,
take no time nor pride in looking
*you know exactly where to find me.
I crave the touch of the ocean
Gladys P May 2014
Lost in a sanctuary,
In the midst of a magical land,
Where dreams come true,
Stands an open portal,
Leading into a lighted pathway,
Upon its natural emerald scenery,
Surrounded by an inviting waterfall,
Cascading, beside a haven,
Into a gated wonderland,
Where fairies and treasures,
Lie beautifully,
In an unknown enchanting palace,
A small world of fantasies,
Leaving an illusion, of an airbrush painting,
In an elegant gallery.

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