#pulls
sorta like:
“how the ocean pulls back before it crashes over the beach and into the surrounding area upending everything“
EmilyRPeck (Axios)
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a sight not uncommon,
though 9 out of !0,
the turbulence is moderated, local,
dominated by the modesty of the gravitational pull of the moon
moon bulging the earth’s oceans with invisible fingers,
on the side then closest to its skyward residence,
but
when the sun and the moon align,
and winds are violently stirred,
the shapes of our landmasses
redrawn the ferocious tides:
no laughing manner
“What has this to do with me?”
asks the Simple Son.
Each of has a place within,
rarely heard, oft suppressed.
that awards that this is a life’s possibility
an upending wave
piling boats in heaps upon lands
for which boats never meant,
a destruction total,
and the stunned mind,
asks over and over again,
where did it all go?
how came this to be?
for our body’s mind,
is our world unique,
the tide thrives nightly
coming for to cleanse,
the stillness of illness
survives the the cleaning crew’s
best efforts,
the body’s confusion at its inner contusions
so noisy, a language nor well understood
and I am immobilized
and become confused
within the boundaries
of what I write here,
and what has been written here;
am
sunk by tidal waves
internal
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
Hooks hurt
ask the fish
Attract me
Pulls are nice
ask lovers
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
When Fire met Ice
time froze in the heat of the moment.
The clock can only click again
when the flames face the sun.
While the tide pulls tight,
wishing for an endless, silent night,
true flames can only burn bright for one.
Lights out, or sun over gun?
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Coming to the reunion party,
You look drop dead gorgeous,
Shoulderless you gyrate now,
Your gown looks so golden,
Every man is with their wife,
Still, no one looks at his own,
And everyone wants to feel you.
I observe them adjusting pants,
Stealing looks at you frequently,
Few have their mouths open,
For the past fifteen minutes,
I grow slightly insecure,
For you are so beautiful,
My lovely gorgeous wife.
Now the alpha male comes,
I was not ready for him,
He asks your hand for dance,
You agree after looking at me,
Then I see you dancing with him,
He pulls you close to himself,
You soon excuse yourself.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
The Black hole
Draws everything in
A massive vortex
Of unfathomable mass
Crushing itself under its own weight
What it pulls in is never seen again
You might think it becomes nothing
But hidden in the void
of eternal darkness
Is the nothing that is everything.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC