I am seer of thine in Abernathy
but squarely this divineness fore
my essence will describe
with maturation on my side whether
or not this dither fantasize will deduce gold hexagons
that mix a feather awhile and let dolce vita thrive
a supremely superb undulance in ubiquity here.

Pull me under
with you into the sea
hold me close as we sink,
and don't let go of me.
You're still my octopus.

I am an ocean
Powerful in waves
I crash into anything that stands in my way
I have no heart
And I have no soul
I have already sank an entire graveyard
Of ships that were once great feats

Don't worry,
For you have no fear
You're just the captain
On a ship I held dear

You will sink beneath my waves
For that's what I do
I am a possessive being
And I'm not ready to give up you

You will die
Here in my reefs
And allow my fish
To home in your grief

And that's were you'll be
Another lost century

That's what's happens when people look to close to me
They lean a little to forwarded
And crash into me

And my waves has no mercies
For those sailing to get through me

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

i thought maybe
maybe it wasn't true.
maybe it didn't actually happen.

but then i hear you confirm my worst nightmare
and that's when reality comes crashing in.

i'm sinking
& sinking
& sinking
deeper into a pit
of self-destruction.

i'm not sure if i'll ever return.
i'm not sure if i want to.

put your mask on, let's play pretend.
no smiles--no language.
only the glide of our hand, trembling--
like the way your mother body shakes when
you have been gone away too long from home.
whispers are allowed, but only secrets and morse
and the sweet after taste that you always tried to chase.
let us disappear into this play, immerse and submerge--titanic hitting an iceberg and sinking.
unstoppable, unredeemable. a tragedy.
but you and your soft lips and the slight rasp in your voice, the misery and the life and everything in between, made a storm that saves life.
so the theater applauds at the happy ending, love that saves the day.
completely ignoring, that the day only wants to end.

Today the orange blossom bloom
Revealing chaotic nature
Killing blow by a water creature
A ship's sorrow

Rats have pursued sanctuary
Desperation led to revolution
Enlightened, to be reborn  
Birthed by chance alone
Product of evolution

The hull rises high
With ribs exposed
Don't let go, I'm coming home
To sleep with my head in your lap
To hear those words I know

Descending
collasping
choking

Voices guide those who listen
Take hold of sanctuary
The only reward
Adorned by the victor