#emotionalturmoil
I know the shore calls you home,
with sunny promises of safety,
and sandy nooks to sleep;
screaming 'you don't have to stand alone.'
And you know it speaks true,
as the salt sings, and stings your eyes,
and you drink of it deeply,
leaving you cracked and dry.
Why then do you surrender to the waters?
Why then do you plumb the depths for pain?
Why then do you insist that nothing ever changes,
and therefore nothing really matters,
because it's all just the same?
Because you don't want the shore,
and its warmth,
caressed as you are by the cruelly cold
currents and waves.
And I wonder if you know this, o fool,
as you stand ankle-deep in sea foam,
pretending you brave the chaos
of a storm.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
every day, he looked out the window,
his inhibitions toppling over like dominos;
he gawked at the blackbirds, all the same:
he could not tell a friend from a foe.
he never thought he’d go so far -
as to slay ‘the raven’ with a crooked crowbar;
his conscience dripped with sins, and rose -
a thorny heap of fallacies, charred.
he blamed the world for all he was;
convinced in his soul that he had a good cause:
it wasn’t enough to redeem his faux pas, so -
he bore the tag of an ill-fated outlaw.
of all the names, by which he was called,
who knew - one day - he’d cease to show up?
a child dead of his innocence, who
never learned how to -
as they say -
‘grow up!’
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC
Sunrise and tide were getting brights,
He was heading somewhere,
She didn't even know as well,
Accidentally stopping on the shore,
Hoping she didn't mind, and more.
Tipsified by that kind of exhilaration,
Seeming steady to erase their philophobia,
They opened up their hearts full of passion.
Expecting to be forever on the same shell,
To live their shared dreams full of lights,
Letting the waves sing them where to go...
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC