it’s like the tide.
slow, rising, gently caressing the bottom.
then quickly picking up,
moving everything in its path and leaving nothing behind.
the tide is unexpected,
it’s scary.
unpredictable.
i look at the tide and wonder,
“how could anyone love such a thing?”
and i realize;
it’s not the tide they love.

it’s the beach.

There are days,
when she feels lost in the universe
that exists in her mind;
overthinking herself to oblivion.

There are days,
when she feels she is downing
in the depths of her thoughts.
Drowning in the sea of her emotions,
tears turning into high tides
destroying peace of mind.

Night bleeds into morning
Sun dissolves the moon

She wants to come out for a breath
and just breathe the light air.
Feel the lightness of it,
as it enters her lungs -  
the simplicity of it.

She is losing more of herself.

the moon pulled the tide
to new highs of extreme
scared to come down
the ocean forgot
all he used to be
until the sun came around
and the waves could now hear
the significance of its own sound
he thanked the sun
for bringing him
back to the ground,
“don’t worry”
said the moon
“i’ll be back for another round”

The thoughts
They flow like an open road
Never do i know
Where they are going to go.

My heart,
Reaching out and soaked

Me,
I’ve wrote and i’ve wrote

But i’m not sure
What i can say to save us
Anymore.

My arms are locked up
I'm waiting for the tide to come in,
For the same wave to wash me out
and slam me back against that edged rock
Again and again.

How many times before i realize;
I can't swim in this.
This water is poison.

My lungs are being filled with water
And I'm gasping for air
Hoping the love I thought we had
Would be there
To save us
From this awful nightmare.

I said, Crying in despair.

What a sappy ending
But life isn't fair.

It hurts more to hold on,
Than to let go.
So I'll Just keep on walkin',
Down that road.

I'm a stormy landslide
And you're an earthquake
A disheveling tide
Tide that caresses me
While I subside
Subside to heathens
The heathens whose embers forever collide
Collide in the arms of your feigned stride.
.
.
.
Mehek

High tides,
Low moon,
Light and water collide.