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Wilder Jun 2018
And though the memories run deep
There are promises I can't keep

The waves of fortune they run high
They ebb and flow with the tide

The strongest warrior couldn't stand
Against the rushing of the sand

Though wonders far and wide may roam
Nothing beats the comforts of home
A Simillacrum May 2018
Tipping over laughing on the edge of the matress
Giggling into cackles as you tackle me, naked
I didn't have to ask you to seek me out here
In the baptismal shallows of deviant desire
In which you ***** and dunk me backward
Throw me open like I'm your own casket
Reach in with hope to save your spoiling soul
Voluntary love took long enough to find me
Across a life on tides of disgust and pity *****
Hillary B May 2018
if the ocean were to take you
i'd jump in after you
i’m a pretty decent swimmer
yet not one that can save
the waves are stronger than my will

but i’d tread ice cold water
to hold you close once more

the tides can pull us under
the current can drag us out
the seaweed can wrap us closer
i'd have neither fear nor doubt

i'm sure we'd find Atlantis
or possibly grow some gills
i'm sure love under water
is an even bigger thrill
It’s high time, high tide
we push the boats out


a stone   ’   s throw away


my arm gets stronger
and everything
gets further and further
Written summer 2017 in Whitstable
effie ebbtide Apr 2018
come to our shore and scoop up the water then
splash it onto your face, feel it trickle;
don't you smell the saline? a seagull dives
but we pay miniscule mind to it,
for we are rising, fingers tangled,
and we feel like one again.
the moon can't shift without the sun and
the tides can't ebb without the moon
and even when caught in a tropical storm
our eyes can lock despite the rain,
and no amount of its swirling rage
can fog up our eyes, for we will always see
the sea has become our stage -- let's perform.
frankie Apr 2018
i feel like we are on two different continents separated by a body of water too deep for either of us to cross with bare feet
too rough for any boat to try and defeat, the waves will enclose it in a blanket of salt and misery
simultaneously conjuring up treacherous winds that **** planes and helicopters in with a whirlpool of melancholy
the tides are undecided, constantly changing from low to high but as of late the high tides are taking over and my continent is drowning in a sea of confusion and despair
i cannot breathe, my land is being ****** away, each rise and retreat of the sea taking mountains with it, destroying what once was a beautiful bliss of serenity
the ocean
the ocean makes me fearful, makes me wreathe in my decaying skin (too much exposure to salt’ll do that to you)
the ocean is what our love has decimated to.
She Writes Apr 2018
I am a tidal wave
I will crash around you
Pull you in deeper
Make you fall in love
With my quiet violence
As we stood together
At the edge of the ocean
I couldn’t help but wonder
If you wanted to dip your feet in
E McNamara Mar 2018
I wish I was there again.
I wish everything that’s in my head got lost at sea,
that all I could taste was salty air.
I wish I was walking in the little shops
that all sold seashells and starfish.
I wish everywhere I was I could hear the crashing tide;
calling me back to the cold, fresh, water.
I wish my feet were buried in warm sand,
hiding from the chilling breeze.
I wish I was where time slowed to a stop,
where I had all the time in the world.
I wish I was staring into a never ending horizon,
where I wasn’t always running to catch up.
Where all I had to do was breathe in and breathe out.
I can't stop dreaming of the Oregon Coast.
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