#cliffs
A land of wild oceans,
Over which I'd fly free,
Brushing the salty seas,
Under bright pink skies,
Feather to feather with
Pure and precious doves,
Free as a lucky bird.
A special world where
Tiredness would mean,
Sliding softly on waves
Enjoying the cool water,
Soothing a twisted mind,
Overwhelmed by what-ifs.
A kinder world where
We wouldn't have to fight,
Greedy, tortured beings,
Stealing and abusing,
What belongs to the free.
A sunny world where
Shining skies are granted,
Where dark clouds simply
Pass over and fade briefly,
Where the bright moon
Visits nightly, and sweetly,
Sings me to a lovely sleep,
Into Morpheus' embrace.
My mind will keep racing,
Thoughts all so high, airborne,
Ojitos overlooking the cliffs,
Dreaming to be a lovebird,
Playing, living, loving, flying,
Over the vast oceans.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
Predannack
You lean back
Into the wind
On the clifftops at Predannack
It holds your weight
You test its strength
Leaning a little further
It holds, to your Joy
It holds
Arms splayed in crucifix
T-shirt billowing at your sides
Your sturdy ankles
Planted in deep heather
I watch from a rock
At the cliff's edge
Waves **** and swirl
A death's distance below
I am swept over
By sweet chamomile
Swept over
Reeling on dizzying scents
My heart is stopped
By the Joy you feel
For the World
We killed
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small ***** patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where the sea birds call
And the salt spray stings,
Where the seaweed sunbathes
And the limpet clings,
Where a stream’s course meanders,
And reflects the azure sky,
Where a starfish gazes skywards
And white clouds go scudding by.
By all means take treasured memories,
But please take nothing more,
And leave nothing but your footprints
On this sacred Cornish shore …
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
It's as though you are out at sea
And I am bound to those cliffs
Staring out, hoping
Waiting for you to return to me
- Jay M
October 22nd, 2020
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
I used to run across the Moherian cliffs
And jump to catch the first sunlight nether wisps
As they twinkled like dawning fireflies shone
In the jar of a hopeful wish
For as just as in your hand there mine own exists
Con·tent·edly
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Like a broken iPod
We cannot quite mend
I see only cliffs
Around every turn and bend
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
My hands trace rivers down his back
Soft silt streambeds
My tongue follows the waveforms of his hips
Warm skin with lazy currents
My ears feel your heartbeat resonate in your chest
Strong swells crash into stone cliffs
My lips taste honey and saltwater dripping from yours
A mix of dalliance and mischief
Our bodies meld into sea foam
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
I look up
to the cliff above*
sigh*
I turned around
and shook my head
I can't
there's no way
even if I climb it
I couldn't get down
the water isn't deep enough
the sides are too steep
So in silence we sat
watching the waves roll in
letting the silence
consume the space between us
Until he said
yeah you really couldn't
I mean maybe I could
but not you
I was taken aback
how dare he say I can't
I could do anything
if I want to
I looked back up
at the perilous slopes
back down
at the waves crashing into sea boulders
And I stood up
grabbed by bags
and started my journey
to the top
Because no fear
would stand in the way
and absolutely no one
could tell me I was incapable
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
The cliffs of home stand
With all their memories
The thrashing waves
And birds warning melodies
The route was easy
It wasn’t far
Easy to get to
The path by the bar
I look around
Walking along
It didn’t seem right
Something was too wrong
I reach the cliff i dreamed of
All I had to do was climb down the cliff
Without fear
Until I hear the birds warning riff
I steady myself cautiously
And make my way down
I loose my balance
A trip
A cliff
A clip
A flip
Nothing clear
Nothing clear
Nothing clear
Nothing clear
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
The world is flat
That's what they told me
...and I always take people at their word
Nice people like at The Acme Company
always believing what they say
I am a gullible fool
to trust, to love, to hope
to get ground down that way
I cower
I yelp when kicked
Running, madly
scramble over edge of ice
(New concept of Antarctica)
Missed the sign
for The Acme Map Company
and that dead end
Loaded down with Acme Explosives
Cartoon coyote
Always sees “that painted tunnel”
as possible place to hide
Inexplicably
shows up again--
just a little fried
smoke rising from my scalp
small white flag in hand
says, “HELP”
Scramble over that ledge of melting ice
and crumbling shame
Clinging by my fingertips
You'd think something would finally do me in
Me and "Wile E. Coyote-- Genius"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8eP0ntOJ1U
Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner are classic cartoon characters that date back to 1949. They've been popular ever since. I think the sound effects, music, and the timing of the animators are elements that make them so good. Their expressions just **** me.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
We danced on the cliff you and I. Born of love and light. Bred of sadness and darkness. Melted together, alone but alive. Our love smelled of the earth and of the chalk and the timelessness of it all. And I think now of all the lovers who have stood where we stood. Of all of the stories of love and loss that have roots in the chalk beneath our feet, above our heads held close together preserving our perfect quiet world. I wonder how many arms clung tight to each other against the future stretching out like the channel before us. And I wonder about the thousands of years these cliffs have been stage to the greatest dramas of so many lives. Were any of them as torn as I was? Does my misery, my sadness, my loss and confusion mingle with theirs now? Is my heartbreak their company in the mist? How many of them had to watch the love of their life disappear into the English fog like I had to watch you go? I yearn for that love. For the power of it. I ache for it to fill me once more like the sea salt and mist that settles over, I strive for the way it felt when you stood next to me in Dover.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Most of my life is a forgotten cliffside. There's nothing you can really do about it, it's just the consequence you pay for being alive.
I don't remember a lot of my childhood. I can remember my schools, my friends, my parents, my teachers. But I don't remember my sisters. Only my brother, the little boy carrying the family name on his shoulder blades... But he is not ready for that.
As for my sisters... I do not officially "know them" until they begin to leave. I was 11 when they started leaving my house, and 13 when they started re-entering my life.
There is no excuse for arriving late to my life crisis. But what crisis is there anyway?
I grew up alone.
Sisters too old, brother too young, parents too protective.
And me...
Too eager to run through the halls of my early life, and high school is not what I expected the years to be. But I am still here... alive.
And there will always be that to hold on to when the sky falls from the stars that pin up the rest of the universe.
Or the the clouds fall from the blue sky just before that cliffside collapses into the abyss.
This is the artistry that is my life on a power surge. Feeling the shock of the first kiss, and the break of the last word.
The many voices, and single sayings. The before and after. The push and then the fall.
The feeling of all my memories being shot.
But not killed.
This is the joy of living off of the electric tower... or the Eiffel tower.
This is life made wild, love made public, friends made family, me made whole again.
Me surviving the cliffside fall for the 378th time this week.
Safety nets were never written in the fine print of this circus act.
But this feeling can **** as much as it can save. It is, and always will be a cosmic shot across the front of my skull...
Opening my mind into eternity. Until I decide to go back to that cliffside...
Again.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
Would it tear you apart to know that I was clean for so long.
Would it tear you apart to know that the the number is back to zero.
Would it hurt if I told you how you woke up those monsters inside my head that all steer me towards steep cliffs of insanity.
Would it hurt you to know that I stepped off.
Would you cry knowing that you choosing her broke me.
Would you cry if you saw my shattered bones spelled your name.
No I don't think it would.
My screams are not silent, they are carved into my body, they erupt from my eyes but baby you never were one to notice how my heart bled for you.
Our love was a metaphor written in a language you didn't understand.
maybe you need to learn to read.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC