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Brumous Apr 2021
I float without meaning,
just my head in the clouds
dreaming
.
.
I'm stressing myself out,
just; to have recognition
that I can do something meaningful
.
.
and to distract me from the eyes of envy
that kills me slowly, oh so slowly
Even though I am far younger
then most people here
.
.
I long for the talents they have
because I am surrounded
by people
whose talents greater than I have
.
.
I take a scroll every day;
and see them
I don't like it;
but
it's okay
.
.
.
"It's alright,"
.
.
Since that's what
I always say
right?
.
.
I feel like a fragment;
either reused as
something greater
or
.
.
.
.
.
I
want to
disappear without
trace; and memories of
the sea along with the sky;
that lacks
its own sense
in
a weird
way


-brumous
I tried writing a poem using one word in mind.
I also tried making it look like a transverse wave.
Melody Mann Apr 2021
Push and pull forevermore as you bend to the moon's will,
Enter effortlessly into life's oasis as you heed the universe and its call,
You are a reservoir of potential and abundance,
Flow courageously at your own stride,
For this too shall pass.
They had once been here
before, beyond the light years
that are still in the calm silence
of the dreamscape where came the
oceans of hearts are fracturing the
fabric of the universe, to create
and see none other than
each other in the hour
of the night realm, others
are passing by are silhouettes
in time and ghosts painted
in their dream of tidal eyes
upon each other, wave on wave,
skin on skin,  their breath vanishing into
the quiet voices of blue flowers in soft
bloom, tears from the stars cascade on the
lovers with their hands in gentle
embrace and rising to the sky as the light
of fireflies return as starseeds
of many, twinkling amidst the
the lovers, whom are adrift in
everything,
everything.
(Little note: I was inspired by the title of Nicola Yoon's book
for my title, it is a book I dearly love.)
Po Apr 2021
Every second as the world orbits the sun
You build yourself up and then crash
Turning yourself back into foam so another replica can replace you

People love and cherish you
They watch and hope for you to arrive

Yet I would rather have a steady pool of water

I do not seek for your restless, uneasy, savage green rollercoaster
You are not my higher power; my gravity; my way of life

You are a nice story, lesson, and image for people to adore  

Yet I am not one of those people:
I am not a water person
I am not a believer in your life jacket saving ways

I respect how hard you work to recollect broken pieces and turn them into sea glass; a beautiful and gentle masterpiece  

So yes, sometimes I will dip my feet into your world; but your current is not strong enough to pull me in
Your foam is not white and bubbly enough to intrigue me
Nor your great animals that swim about and rely on you for life
I am me
And
You are you

Maybe crossing paths isn't the best option, but I'll wait and watch your waves crash from afar
Annika Apr 2021
I smooth out the sand, sticking to my ankles
I look up to you, our eyes meet
Green as the sea
Mine as deep as the trees

We know
Forever connected
Forever growing
Forever in motion

The unknown
To stand still on the sand?
To move as the tide?
Or
Do we soar above the mountain peaks?
...
BSween Apr 2021
We were met on two shores
trying to get to the beach
we both knew the terminus
stood just out of reach
and we settled for us
with the thought in our heads
that if something improved
we’d move out of there.

Then the storm had subsided
and none of us cried it
was more than we’d hoped for
and mother just moped there for
days but we’ll raise her spirits
buy in more spirits and drink her a toast
while the waves belt the coast.
Ghazal Hamdy Apr 2021
and then it hits, how life reminds us of the waves’ motion.
never steady, yet unstability is its only constant.
with every wave hitting against the ocean’s rocks, a wave of memories hits the mind’s shores.
emotions are the waves that are disturbed by the ocean’s currents, always at bay when no one’s watching.
a horizon too far to reach, yet to close to see.
tides of sea that guide the troubled mind will always set the soul free.
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