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Bharti Singh Apr 2015
I became whimsical only in your rave
My swin was smooth until caught by your wave

Bharti
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
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You,                              ­                                                                 ­                       
Look,                                    ­                                                                
­Smile,                                                           ­                     
Laugh,                                                           ­ 
  Wave,                                    
At,                    
Me,        
     And,
                I,
                            Feel,
       ­                                           Special,
             ­                 But,
             When,
Its,  
To,              
Her,                            
I,                                        
Feel,                ­                                    
Impartial,                                                                            
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idk just something cute i made about how i feel about a girl I like.
Sloth Apr 2015
receive me
like radio waves
i'm signaling you
to pick up the phone

log onto
your inner net
I left a message
but don't check it

it's blank
I have nothing to say
I just want
to talk to you

can you feel me?

-s.a.
Madeysin Mar 2015
POETS ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE SEA AND THE SAND LIKE ITS ROMANTIC. THEY SAY THE TIDE KISSES THE BEACH EVERY TIME IT COMES HOME. BUT TO ME IT LOOKS A WHOLE LOT LIKE ABUSE. THE WAY THE SEA REAMS UP TO COME CRASHING DOWN ON WORTHLESS SPECS OF SAND THAT USE TO BE SHELLS AND LIVING CREATURES. NOW BATTERED TO THE POINT OF NOTHINGNESS. SO NO TO ME IT REMINDS ME OF NOTHING ROMANTIC. IT REMINDS ME OF 3AM SHAKING AWAKE COVERED IN SWEAT FROM THE NIGHTMARES OF YOU DAD. YOURE THE OCEAN AND I AM THE SAND. FOREVER LONGING TO HOLD YOUR HAND. WATCHING AS YOU LEAVE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN COMING BACK TEN TIMES ANGIER. NOT SATIFIED UNTIL I DROWND.
I've got salt water flowing through my veins.
KAT COLE Mar 2015
A never
ending tread.
Keeping my
head above
every roaring
wave.
Makenzie Marie Jan 2015
Your broke your way into my heart
Like the ocean waves
Breaking along the shoreline
Quietly,
And loudly...
All at the same time.
Gradually,
But in one fell swoop...
And it went on and on.
Like the ocean,
I don't think it has ever stopped.
You worked your way into my heart
Like the tide
Ever increasing
     in intensity
     and in power
     and in volume.
But when high tide came
You gave your last wave
And it crashed into me
And washed over me
   And sent me falling
      and sent me tumbling
         And left me reeling to catch my breath.
But it's exhilarating
The not knowing
     Which way is up
     Or down
     Or left
     ...Or which way is right....
It's liberating
the warmth on my skin.
And even with the crash of the tide
I love even the thought
of you being at my side.
And I dream of diving in
to your deep blue peace
     and chaos
     and beauty
Into the deep blue unknown.
That's the beauty of it...
I don't know.
To me, I see
Further than he, but he,
Sees his own seas;
Soft, innocent fleece

Circled under a veil
Of creativity, sets sail,
Wondered aimlessly, but well,
An answerless well, you fell
Never let your vanity bail you out, dude.
Mark Ball Dec 2014
The past has past,
and from it I have decided to flee.
I no longer care about what
happened then.
So, don't wave your history at me.

Technology is supposed to
lessen the load,
and somehow make us feel free,
But all I see are chains and rooks.
So, don't wave your gadgets at me.

In the educational system I trusted,
through it the world I could see,
But now I know
it's all a show.
So, don't wave your grades at me.

Poetry is an acquired taste;
As dead as it can be,
But write we still,
As words can ****.
So, don't wave your lines at me.

In love I used to trust;
the one and only key.
But then I learnt,
and caring was burnt.
So, don't wave your happiness at me.

You came unexpected and briefly;
Like the sun on a cold winter's day.
You dived and soaked in the waters,
and caused ripples through and through.
Changing the surface for a brief moment of eternity.
Now you've bathed and done;
had your fun.
For this I decree:
I am the errors you left me
So please do not wave at me.
Sort of inspired by Keaton Henson's Poem- 'Don't twitch your curtains at me'. Go look him up. He's a great renaissance man.
Amanda Dec 2014
My reflection is murky, and
I'm trapped underwater.

My mirror shines the withered
teal tides that wrap my body
in such a way that doesn't feel
too loose or too tight back
into my pupils.

My eyes stare back through
the misty fog layers
trying to dig out of my muddy-
bottomed melancholy soul as I
grip my porcelain pedestal sink.

Dirt cakes underneath my fingernails
from trying to dig you back
out of the grave in which I tried
hiding you in six feet deep.

My hair is a wild,
untameable sea of brown
plastered against my spherical face
from the dreary rain clouds above.

When you left me, there was no
other place to trap the rest of
the memories except in a cemetery
of restless souls and lifeless nostalgia.

They will never see colors as bright
as the watercolor painted sunsets
God has bestowed upon the plateaus
of this shaken up earthen structure...

Ever again.
Yael Zivan Dec 2014
I was the water

And you were the sky,

we blended and sang

rebirth in a sigh


I was the water

and you were a boat,

When you were unsure

I would just let you float


I was the water and you were a jar

I cleaned you and kept you

and couldn’t go far


I was the water

and you couldn’t see

so i bathed your sweet eyes

and let you be free


I was the water

and you were in pain

the scratches and blood

were all that remained

So i cleaned off the blood
and the venom and hate

And you danced to a new fire
while I pondered my fate


I was the water

and you were the flame

and I boiled and I sparked till you said my name

then I was mist and fog in the air

And you remembered the off switch

but I was no longer there


I was the water

and you were the shore

Until I deserted you

when I could stand it no more


Now i am salt and pain and pieces of you mixed in

but you are arid and thirsty,
dehydrated again.

I was the water
and you were the horse

I came inside to quench your thirst

and there I remained till you died in the street

and i left you little carbonite to dust at my feet.


I was the water

and you were the sea

The moon and the stars

and eternity
i thought of this one in the shower
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