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Emory Nov 2020
I look at you and wonder,
If you're hiding depth behind,
That cheerful disposition.

Are those calm waters,
All there is to you?

Don't get me wrong,
It's nice to stand,
In the shallow end,
With your head above water.

But I need someone with experience,
In open ocean swimming.

Someone who can hold their breath,
When a wave comes to wreck you.
Ruheen Oct 2020
In the darkness
A hand reaches out
To pull you under
To drag you out
Or to just move closer
Until you drown
With your eyes closed
Sunken tears
Blinding light
It pierces
Your eyelids
To your eyes
You still see
The sunlight
Into the water
You jumped in
So in the darkness
You're floating
Sinking in further
Until a hand reaches out
Drags you out
Across the bank
And pretends to
Save you
But then jumps into
The water
And takes you with
Then you're just swimming
Till you're sunken.
I went swimming today.
Chad Young Sep 2020
What is over there?
You're going swimming.
Your swimming suit fits well.
Your brow speaks of knowledge
your ear catches my tune
I think of a brush when you pull back your hair.
Too bad these hands are unfit to touch you.
"That's okay Chad, I get it," you whisper half to
yourself.
The weather fills up your gaze
Half looking at me, half looking away.
I enjoy the paleness of your skin.
I notice now the sun on your face,
a dancer's chin.
Jamie Sep 2020
i'm drifting
into treacherous waters,
again

i still can't swim

except this time
i can't find the energy
to come up to the
surface

there is no one around,
it's a ghost town,
and my eyes are sore and heavy

it seemed so much
easier yesterday
what happened to all that
childish wonder?

where did all the magic go?

i don't think
i want to float any longer
i think i might try and find
the bottom

wish me luck,
wherever you are
...
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
How am I meant to
dive into your heart when the
water is shallow?

10:38 PM
1/9/20
Dante Rocío Aug 2020
Sooo shivered from
a deluge with heed,
at the naked and as nerves
bundled half as much
as I curled in to gasping.
They reminded me to call upon
the book of a Spanish
painter of the souls
as substance course clocked,
splattered with a trail
of blinding sunset upon gold rouse,
flowed constantly like rims
of Gaudi’s great work,
placed as a silken fabric
of blue paint yet
Taking the challenge to not mind possible affair
By swimming naked around clad visitors
Of a nearby river’s deluge
And waiting for your far companion in trembling water whilst he’s off to his best and only he can stop the leisure as when I’ll call for aid in towel.
A coolish waiting room in the silk fabric of blue paint swimming with Sun
Savio Fonseca Aug 2020
She Loves Her Tea, early Morning.
Sips on Chocolate, late at Night.
She is God's Masterpiece.
Whom He shaped, in broad Daylight.
She loves to watch, The Sunsets.
But is afraid, of the Rain.
Her face is filled, with Sadness.
As Her past, was filled with Pain.
I spoke a few words, of Comfort.
Nestled Her, close to My Heart.
Promised I'd be, Her Honey
and would never stray Apart.
Through a Sea of Happiness.
She keeps Swimming, every Day.
Forgetting Her, dreadful Past.
She Loves Me, Night and Day.
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