I’ll be a seashell
Floating in the time of your tide. Take me to places I’ve never been. I don’t care— I’ll follow your waves. I don’t have a direction, Destination, Home. So grind me Down Down Down Pieces of me Turned into sand. I don’t care— Toss me in your waters. Lift me up And let me fall. 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉
can i be a seashell?
part of a whole forgotten, buried in sediment slowly chipping away and turning into sand can i be a seashell? found amongst the grain an incomplete half yet kept solely because they found me pretty can i be a seashell? a collector's item displayed on a shelf collecting dust it's better than wasting away only to get kicked up or thrown in someone's eyes i wish i was a seashell.
A person with physical beauty lacking
insight is like a seashell without pearl.
Memories are porous
like seashells with nano holes. Peace escapes this permeable space, choking it with clamor. Future - the black hole swallows the past sans remorse, amnesia struggles in amniotic fluid, an echo rebounds Silence is bearable now.
sea shell girl lost in the waves
she went out to play and was missing for days no one really noticed her where she was laid a little sea shell crack littered her face
feeling lost myself
if you took a hammer,
cracked open my cranium and placed the open skull to your ear, you can listen to the song of love i have for you as it swings and swells in time to the oceans of loneliness & longing: still singing. by griff
He gave her the sea,
when he as the ocean. He gave you a sea shell, when all he has was a sea shell.
broken shells, bits of seagrapes, parts of a dead crab, and footprints.