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The liquidity of rage, swoons like a red ocean.

It is a tidal fury that rises, rises, rises.

Within its climatic ascension, exist an anxious torture.

Thoughts rush in, pacing on what conclusions will come.

These waves have come before, the carnage is extreme.

And while the destruction strikes the shore, the bastions will stand.

Ruin though, shall come, and each storm stands testament to that reality.

The walls will fall, and all will breathe a final sigh of relief, at the end.
Marisa 1d
I am a little peck in the distance,
easily swept away by the slightest gush of wind
and the most miniscule wave.
Crushed among the rocks I see a clock,
it’s counting counting down
until we are not wandering upon the face
of the earth anymore.

Where I go no one else goes.
Where you go I cannot go.
We’re a distance apart
and nonetheless we are in the same nutshell
on this earth-shattering ocean which roars
and roars and will not stop.
Under the bow
of a failing nebula
floats a time capsule
full of unused bandwidth
and disappearing summers

Swimming-pool eyes
they're in remission
discovering Columbus
on the starboard side
of this standard suburban saltbox

Fragility and risk is this
cosmic companionship
rowing to latitude
through dark matter
seiche or refracted

The oncoming tide
will mean a migration of steep passages
"though shiny, sculpted pebbles
spoke of frequent waves
the sea was docile that day"
Inspired by the poem "in love with to the north sea (swinburne)" by fellow HP writer, beth fwoah dream stclair.
I ran down the shore
as the knifes crested near me,
               never reaching the shore
that I stood upon.

For I don't want to drown,
          I want to breath.
crimson stillness isn't my

So I run, out of breath..
  but the shore line is further now..

No waves will wash over me this day..
I could almost feel the waves
swallowing me whole,
Hours reserved for dreaming
spent terrified.
What if a tsunami comes while I’m sleeping?  
I have never known what it is like
to not fear what
I cannot control.
Erian Rose May 20
her eyes shielded the pain
under ocean waves
setting dusk of sunset haze
she saw the world
at a different side of things
In just a speck of dust,
Created in flesh and blood—

There we are,
Living in harmony;
Yet with empty songs
out of great destruction.

Crickets sang for mate—
Nature dance with waves—
People speak with words,
Yet with their voices,
We make masterpiece.

Humming with those tunes—
Flowing of rhythms; dry our bones,
Yet with just a speckle of dust—
We are made.

In just a speck of dust and dirt;

Created in flesh and blood—
In harmonies,
Thyself, is a masterpiece.
Thyself, is a masterpiece.
you are a masterpiece.
Valentin May 18
You are an eternal ****** to me
A forever sunshine inside my chest
And the symphony of the soft waves at low tide
When there is a violent storm in my mind
I love you
Haruharu May 15
Waves, like hands comforting the dry rocks.

My stone cold heart.

He promised me to always be my wave.

Everytime I'm about to dry out he's there.

Washing away all fear.

When I'm about to suffocate, he changes direction.

Allowing me to breathe.

Exposing me to the sun.

Like clockwork he's there again, soaking me.
Isabella May 15
I heard your name in the whispers of the waves
I heard you call in the whistles of the wind
So I ran through the water into your arms
I threw myself into your cold embrace
I watched your face as you kissed my lips
And pulled me into the water’s bed
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