#diving
The plunge pushed me to take initiative.
A little longer than expected to be,
but eventually it was evident
that the ocean was anticipating me.
Nerves and jitters shook my heart,
wracked my brain.
The first breath under the surface,
undoubtedly made me nervous.
When the rhythm starts to cohere
and the world is hushed.
The only sound is a whale song
to come along.
Above the coral reefs
and between the kelp forests,
there is undiscovered territory.
Another world to see.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC
My toes on the ledge,
thinking how scary it is --
before I do it.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
I have a reckless habit of diving headlong into love. I’m the one who leaps without hesitation, casting aside caution and leaving my heart unguarded. No walls, no moats, no watchful sentinels, just an open door, waiting to be crossed. When your love called to me, I rushed toward it, drawn like waves to the shore or roots to fertile earth. I don’t fear the fall or falling short; the plunge itself is where life resides. My heart, a glowing ember, yearns for a spark, igniting into a fire of passionate desire. I crave connection, the touch, the intimacy, the raw beauty of love in all its ebb and flow. I’ve always understood the risks. Each whispered confession carries the weight of uncertainty, the chance that these feelings may not bloom. Yet I leap anyway, without regret, without armor. Vulnerability is my compass, for only through openness can I embrace the fullness of love’s offerings. And even if I emerge bruised and broken, it’s within those ruins that the art of love is most vividly painted. Call me reckless if you will, or a fool. Perhaps I am. But I would rather dive in with abandon, drowning in the depths and soaring in the heights, than live without ever truly loving. To love fully, to risk everything, is to truly live before I die.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
At oo naman,
oo nga naman;
dapat ay dahan-dahan...
kung hindi ay mabibigla.
Dapat ay hindi binibigla,
kung hindi ay madarama ang puwersa.
Dapat ay hindi pinupuwersa,
kung hindi ay hindi makakababa.
Dapat ay dahan-dahan...
kung hindi ay masasaktan.
sa pag-baba,
sa pagtalon,
sa paglangoy,
dahan-dahan...
sa pag-ibig,
sa pagsisid,
sa paghalik,
dahan-dahan lamang...
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
inhale
before you go
beneath, so that you might
not run out of your life - don't fade
away.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
swallowed in a world of green
creatures hiding below me
watching every move I make
a line leading me down
to the green abyss
fear grows as the color deepens
swallowing me as a whole
electricity kisses my hand as a welcoming gesture
my knuckle covered with small dots
a stain from the kiss
deeper as i go
the line never ends
as i levitate holding my breathe
nothing but green surrounds me
cold water shivers down my body
waking up my nerves to keep me from being hypnotized
by the green eyes
my chest contracts
my signal to leave
the green monster lets me go
as i head up slow
the green lightens
and i see the blue sky draping over me
and as i look down
the green abyss smiles at me
waiting for me to go back
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
Under the water
below the sea
the whales are calling
They're calling to me
Divers discover the waters
bright glee
the fish are swimming for all to see
The sea holds tresures and souls
Secrets are waiting
in the under sea holes
What's waiting for me
in the depths of the sea
Is the answer I'm longing
It's the key to the sea.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
I sink
deeper and slower
into emerald
and turquoise so dark
it's almost black
the water claiming me
finally, as it should
pressuring my lungs to collapse
under the lightest weight
engulfed in deep blue
love
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
I let go and fall, fall, fall — ever so deep —
Into the cracks between your pieces
They’re the only way to your heart.
Let me swim through the crevices
Like a diver in the mines.
Ive struck gold.
@sheherazad.poetry
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
love is an ocean
and standing on a cliff
the wind begins to blow
before it has the chance
to push me into a fall
i dive
headlong
fingertips steepled
pressed together
outstretched
above my head
they direct me
toward that
sweet
crisp
splash
i hold
i am tight
smooth
aerodynamic
i hasten
my descent never pausing
never pining for the safety of the cliff
never looking back up
never checking
if the tide
is in
.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Writing is like jumping into a deep mountain lake
to find some tiny piece of my soul
submerged and floating there
an immersive brooding wistful prayer
or a flight into the blue thin air.
It is a cinematic journey
recording the fruits of noticing
what is right in front of the eyes
and finding what is deeper
unseen underneath.
Writing is looking into an old man’s eyes
and discovering the person there
just as much a spiritual venture
digging toward his center
as a physical sensation.
It is a magical mystery tour
taking the visible threads
in hand and feeling my way
to the roots
or pausing and squeezing the fruit
for its juice.
It is fun
it is a morning run
or an evening rest
pain, joy, and dreams expressed.
Writing is moving, grooving, including
taking a moment in time
exploding it in rhythm and rhyme
finding in the ordinary the sublime.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
This pool is bottomless; stunningly blue,
I find that I’m tumbling towards it with you.
We’ve fallen, and now that the surface is breaking,
our dive, beyond words, will leave us both shaking.
I see now, a lifetime of love in the making.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
a quote of Bernard-Henri Lévy
~~~
the divers’ recovery, diverse,
shipwrecked salvage from different locations,
auctioned to the highest bidder,
tho the excised excerpts are exceptional,
none come to do the bidding,
for the provenance of words
belongs to all, and to none
~~
“so oft we trifle words,
expel them from the country of our body,
without passport and earnestness,
as if they were the cheapest of footnote filler,
day tourists, to be treated as leavings,
refuse for daily discardation,
barely noting their fast comings and faster disappearance,
but leaving not, a mark of distinction”
“the addicted pleasure words granted to we privileged few,
like every enslaved soul to the mind, which I am, I am,
evening dreams, midnight thinkings, sunrise seeings,
how can I infect and thus protect the young to the liberty
to love the crafted content of our human essence to better
comprehend that a moment caught on tape of our shared
words is a holiday, a celebration for the ages...and every molecule,
becomes a human tuning fork in concert, in pitch identical, in blood tainted with the simplicity of we are all the same, only words, this will transmit”
“murmur me, with soft downy charms,
these words discovered
recoursed and intended well to
pointedly offset and contradict
their very own tumultuous discovery uncovering,
tear tongue me
with calming, lapping word wages,
hymns harmonious and fine homilies,
a call, a request,
a bequest
to sedate my shrill life
“some cells, microscopic, preserved digitally,
aged to imperfection, thrash my eyes,
making me speak in tongues I do not recognize,
but fluently possess, no wonder there,
the memory place fairly empty,
room aplenty for passerby's and the imagery
of the vaguest of dearly departed
skin is not the only mot shed,
sloughing of woeful words”
“speak them slow and distinct,
for they arrive slow to you,
a trickling of refugees for your sheltering,
harbor them as full companions,
protected by natural law,
provision them well,
prepared and ever ready for a quick departure,
moor these words at the embarcadero,
for the next restless leg of endlessness,
which they themselves will inform you
will last longer than eternity,
long after there are no humans to speak them”
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
I swim in your ocean,
but I always taste fish.
The ocean needs a wash.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
I donned a suit of warmth
And dove into my memories
They swirled around my body
Teasing scars I left behind
But what once scraped my soul, past love
Won't hurt the same again
Taken softer, just a heartbeat
Like a storybook for me
A laugh
A grin
A hand
A kiss
Something to treasure, not to fear
For learning
For growing
Even for showing
In my heart, all held dear
I smiled as they carried me away
Letting them flourish, it gave me breath
For I knew a reader stood close by
In case I ever dove too deep
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
#
The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores
Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours
Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores
Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
#
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
The sun is shining, we poets are rhyming.
Others might be out to bathe, but we fill our sheets with creative parts.
This is a thirty second writing, as I am freestyling the way I am diving.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
I searched the ocean for my long lost treasure,
Only to forget about it and lose it forever.
I tried to dive deep, keep it together.
Searching for time just to discover,
It never existed.
I thought I had oxygen, I thought I’d be safe.
But turned out to be nothing when compared to the waves,
That pushed and slammed me back and forth,
Releasing my heart and stealing my core.
I’m nothing without it.
Fish everywhere of all shapes and sizes,
Some swimming in the open and some only hiding,
Never being revealed to the rest of the planet,
Nothing caring for them, holding their hand and,
Letting them win.
Their magnificent colors turn red into blue,
If I chose when to leave it wouldn’t be soon.
Fins shimmering through golden sunlight,
Holding all of them and nothing to lose sight.
No fitting in.
Every fish is different and sparkling with colors,
Never to be looked at and compared to another.
Because, quite honestly, that would ruin it all,
Comparing two fish by a mere flaw.
Life’s not a game to win.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC