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chang Aug 2020
this body will never know
that the sea surface
could also be  gentle and kind.
it will only know
the sea's hunger for
things it could claim.
but then again,maybe,
this body was not built
for such gentleness and kindness.
this body was made to sink.
it knows that sunken cities
dont kiss the ocean floor
in a haste.
it knows because
it has been doing it
for years,
- slow,passionate.
all those towering dreams
it spent on building
some unpaved asphalt roads,
some rooms full of strangers,
some quiet places,
some homes made with strength,
some little cosmos patches.
All drowning and sinking.
Just because
i was too afraid to swim.


//but maybe atlantis is a home for lost,hopeless people like me.
دema flutter Aug 2020
trusting someone

is like

jumping in the middle of the ocean,

hoping you know how to swim.
Jenish Aug 2020
My ardent faith in you leading me to your divine pond where I will flap my tiny hands and swim with you to the other shore.

streak of pleasure rose
as the swimming lesson grows -
swan and little boy
angelique Jul 2020
~soft hue comes down on us swimming behind the eye
perfectly twilight as myrtle and coral drip down the cliffs;
sea, envelop us, wash us cleaner than we ever could be
tonight i drift languid under the nectarine sky, a new burning light from some ancient antiquity

calls out, amorous, to the sealine,
starboard and port, a vaulted firmament;
for hope will surface in this prescient summer
and abundance will burn in valleys of shoal
and endless sojourn.

and so, with plum-frayed hands,
in dusk's ardent whisper
'tis all remains folded in my scattered memory
rendering all things equal
~
escape
Bullet Jul 2020
I can not swim
But I no longer drown

I can not sleep
But I keep on dreaming

I’m floating away
I’m floating awake

Sing sonically with me
String melodies next to me

Just be with me
Amer Pelides May 2020
I know what it means to love,
and not receive its embrace,
I've known many a girl that refused me,
I feel pity for myself and anger at my folly,
Would I wish I was different?
Why, yes!
Perhaps it would've helped me a great deal,
Knowing what hindered me,
and what got in my way.
A fish can only swim so far,
until it realizes that it has been in the same river,
All its life.
I do wish for change,
But how much more can I wait?
Bullet May 2020
All I want to do is to drown in your baby blue eyes
Teach me how to swim with you, I need as many lessons as you can do
We can share as many strokes our body can handle
Floating in these wavy glistening eyes that I can’t seem to handle
But even when these storms strike our body, we can be electrified together
All I want to do is dive in the ocean you’ve have pooled together
All I want to do is die in both those baby blue eyes that you’ve been born with
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