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#riptide
Moonlight slips between the blinds, Breaking binds over our minds. I taste the mint upon your tongue; You breathe me in — sweat and cologne. Unhook, unbutton, kiss, unzip, Bite your tongue; you bruise my lip. It's strange how swiftly we return To the rhythm our bodies learned. Velvet-red marks stain my neck; We're past the point of turning back. This craving pulls like a riptide — Drags us under what we hide. Sunlight peeks between the blinds, Harsh and holy on our lies. Cough, cold sweat, wake-up regret, As I light up your cigarette.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
Riptide
caught in the riptide oscillating side to side escape into drunken nights another shot is all i ask another chance to hold your hand caught in the riptide praying for sweet sides prep me for the new highs descent creeps up like midnight another day is all i ask another chance to make you mine
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
Midnight
I went to beautiful places with you by my side Basked you and I in glitters of the sun Ephemeral longing like a riptide it was shortwhile and I don't know why you come off a little bit shy, tryna hide that little little smile but I know, I know it's time for me to open up my eyes.
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
Ephemeral
We work to spend Do it all again Masterful marketing designed to **** you in Caught in the riptide of desire down the sea of consumerism, If you happen to fall in you better know how to swim.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
American current
You make me go back to the beach The light breeze your caress Sun as warm as your smile Water icy like your words And I try to float in this sea you made Tumultuous, and salty as your are But I'm choking down lungful's Crying for help And you let me drown And it's almost calm down here On the bottom where I can't breathe Cause at least I'm out Of the riptide's reach
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
I CANT SWIM
Sometimes Under the moonlight, I sit and have "No idea what I'm doing now"..."'Cause I'm Stuck in the Sunshine Riptide"* Holding onto that feeling, "I love you so much it's just like oxygen." No one else gets me as much as you do; Each day is a new day and I want to be with you. Ready; 3, 2, 1... "You came in like a wave when I was feeling alright; You are my truest feeling yet." "Petulant but irreverent, Take all your possibilities and take away the limits." "I do the best with what I have," Do what you love and love what you do. Everyday, I love you more!
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Sunshine Riptide
People forget that love rhymes only carry you so long, along a reparative flow.. But I venture on the waves of varied flow.. Do I care if you get ****** below my riptide.. never connecting upon my differential flow of wording. Drowning within my varied view of a world that isn't flowers they fell into my ocean and got dragged into oblivion long before you learnt to swim. The moods of others are fickle, but I'm not a trend, I'm a tsunami of reality... That's not constricted to the lullabies of others as they drown within my words.... others fade but I'm still here dragging you out...
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dragging You Out To Reality
My tide Love unrequited Pulled you my love in too. |b.g.|
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Ten-Word Tide
most people in their right mind live so that one day they will be written about but not him he lives everyday like the day before your last day that pleasure can be found even in the cracks of the levy he can be your rock to keep you steady even when you feel like the riptide is going to push you away but he can also be the one to push you down the hill and roll with you increasing your momentum with such an intensity that you don't think you'll ever slow down you don't have to know home to fall in love with him it's easy to fall in love with a tree without ever seeing its rings tracing the years that have scared him and how they feel like Saturn spinning inside you but you love him so much more once you feel the scars the the chainsaw left
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
You Were Never In Your Right Mind
Love is a riptide Pulling in it's victims Unsuspecting and at random Love is a riptide Struggling makes it worse And impossible to break-free Love is a riptide Pushing you one way And thrusting you another
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Riptide
the ocean looks so beautiful that i forget how to swim and once i am caught within the riptide i cannot save myself although now i am not sure that i even want to
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
riptide
Για εκείνους που μπορεί να διαβάσει αυτό Συγνώμη Κολλητική βραδύποδες Πολιτικά Αλύσοπριονα Εγο ανάγκη ένα άλογο Πεταλούδα Δέντρο
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Ena Ellinika Poíi̱ma Me O Kollitiki Vradypodes
Love is so complex; too grandiose to comprehend, too intricate to explain, lost in some ulterior realm, in a universe that is foreign where the only thing of which I am certain is that I am in fact lost in you. My body goes on autopilot as my hands grip the sterilely frigid steering wheel, speeding 20 miles over the limit, body going through the motions as my mind slips back into love, into the all-consuming mesmerization, grasping at song lyrics like straws, searching the vowels and consonants for the y - o - u that I hear in them. Reality comes and goes, but you remain, even in the moments most mundane; sipping the koolaid slowly, injecting your poison deeper into my veins as I struggle to prevent the come-down. What I feel buried deep inside... it dries out my mouth, creates craters in my stomach, esophageal spasming, I fight to catch my breath at the sight of your name on my phone, the sound of your voice as you speak my name. A thundering tsunami bursting at the seams of my pale skin, my rosy cheeks, the ferocity of my burning love scraping against the bone and cartilage to rip through me and devour you... And the only way that you allow me to love you, it's so small, it's so momentary, you only able to drink one drop at a time, an entire hydraulic system, streams and tributaries, rivers and oceans, forcefully squeezed, funneled into daily droplets. Dreaming of the last time I tasted you, the times you used to intertwine your body with mine, lost in incomprehensible ecstasy, I can now only love you through the simplicity of conversation and of sitting by your side; however, even in its relative infinitesimalness, I anticipate, yearn evermore for the stillness, for I know that if today were to be my last, if my hands were to slip off the steering wheel, my body becoming sterilely cold, your name would be the first word I would speak in my survival, the last thought I would think in my demise. And though those moments do exist where I grow impatient, frustrated with the walls you've built, the dams you've constructed to guard against my love's roaring riptide, I would rather lose myself, drop by drop to you, love you in the most minute way, if it means I can love you at all.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Gravity
Love is so complex; too grandiose to comprehend, too intricate to explain, lost in some ulterior realm, in a universe that is foreign where the only thing of which I am certain is that I am in fact lost in you. My body goes on autopilot as my hands grip the sterilely frigid steering wheel, speeding 20 miles over the limit, body going through the motions as my mind slips back into love, into the all-consuming mesmerization, grasping at song lyrics like straws, searching the vowels and consonants for the y - o - u that I hear in them. Reality comes and goes, but you remain, even in the moments most mundane; sipping the koolaid slowly, injecting your poison deeper into my veins as I struggle to prevent the come-down. What I feel buried deep inside... it dries out my mouth, creates craters in my stomach, esophageal spasming, I fight to catch my breath at the sight of your name on my phone, the sound of your voice as you speak my name. A thundering tsunami bursting at the seams of my pale skin, my rosy cheeks, the ferocity of my burning love scraping against the bone and cartilage to rip through me and devour you... And the only way that you allow me to love you, it's so small, it's so momentary, you only able to drink one drop at a time, an entire hydraulic system, streams and tributaries, rivers and oceans, forcefully squeezed, funneled into daily droplets. Dreaming of the last time I tasted you, the times you used to intertwine your body with mine, lost in incomprehensible ecstasy, I can now only love you through the simplicity of conversation and of sitting by your side; however, even in its relative infinitesimalness, I anticipate, yearn evermore for the stillness, for I know that if today were to be my last, if my hands were to slip off the steering wheel, my body becoming sterilely cold, your name would be the first word I would speak in my survival, the last thought I would think in my demise. And though those moments do exist where I grow impatient, frustrated with the walls you've built, the dams you've constructed to guard against my love's roaring riptide, I would rather lose myself, drop by drop to you, love you in the most minute way, if it means I can love you at all.
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i am a mess of broken strings and branching neurons that will never quite reach their intended purpose and i am a creature that loves like arsenic. i am curling flames that make their way into your heart and nest there with no intention of ever leaving and this is my problem; i never know when it is time to take my inhibitions and my shortcomings and get on a bus that will drop me off in your left ventricle, where i can smooth out my broken pieces and start again. i am a bird who can't fly and relies on others to take me up into the clouds because my potential overshadows my reality and i have never learned to escape mediocrity as it chases me onto a dead end street. i am all parts and no wholes; i am all fragments that won't fit together and no amount of glue will repair my shattered sense of self or my crippled brain that loves so intensely it drives people away. i am a line so long i can't even begin to look for the front so i settle into waiting and let it become my personality, let it become my everything because here is now and there is then and the timeline of my life has never been a straight line; it has always been a zigzag of humanity that folds back in on itself despite my mumbled protests. i am not a phoenix - when i have burnt to ashes i do not wish to be reborn because i have always been a loaded pistol and embers don't mix with gunpowder (i know this because i have been an inevitable explosion since the day my mother first held me in her arms). i am a surplus of pride and shame in the form of hidden tears and crumpled papers but i have always been older than my years and the anomaly in me has never been extinguished; maybe this is why when i look down at myself, i see only marks and freckles and imperfections instead of the blinding glare of my rattled soul. i am Hiroshima with its enormous power (too great to be contained) that dissolves my judgment into fine white powder and scatters it over dead soil like a twisted mosaic on a mottled canvas. i am poison - you will know this part of me if you reach past my organs into my core where my fears rest, if you get too close for comfort and my electric fence of a heart shocks you back. i am a being that never learned to love the right way so i love all the wrong ways and if you get caught in my crosshairs from where i stand above, you should run. i never learned how to escape myself, or my arsenic heart, and this is my problem. this will always be my problem.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
riptide
i am a mess of broken strings and branching neurons that will never quite reach their intended purpose and i am a creature that loves like arsenic. i am curling flames that make their way into your heart and nest there with no intention of ever leaving and this is my problem; i never know when it is time to take my inhibitions and my shortcomings and get on a bus that will drop me off in your left ventricle, where i can smooth out my broken pieces and start again. i am a bird who can't fly and relies on others to take me up into the clouds because my potential overshadows my reality and i have never learned to escape mediocrity as it chases me onto a dead end street. i am all parts and no wholes; i am all fragments that won't fit together and no amount of glue will repair my shattered sense of self or my crippled brain that loves so intensely it drives people away. i am a line so long i can't even begin to look for the front so i settle into waiting and let it become my personality, let it become my everything because here is now and there is then and the timeline of my life has never been a straight line; it has always been a zigzag of humanity that folds back in on itself despite my mumbled protests. i am not a phoenix - when i have burnt to ashes i do not wish to be reborn because i have always been a loaded pistol and embers don't mix with gunpowder (i know this because i have been an inevitable explosion since the day my mother first held me in her arms). i am a surplus of pride and shame in the form of hidden tears and crumpled papers but i have always been older than my years and the anomaly in me has never been extinguished; maybe this is why when i look down at myself, i see only marks and freckles and imperfections instead of the blinding glare of my rattled soul. i am Hiroshima with its enormous power (too great to be contained) that dissolves my judgment into fine white powder and scatters it over dead soil like a twisted mosaic on a mottled canvas. i am poison - you will know this part of me if you reach past my organs into my core where my fears rest, if you get too close for comfort and my electric fence of a heart shocks you back. i am a being that never learned to love the right way so i love all the wrong ways and if you get caught in my crosshairs from where i stand above, you should run. i never learned how to escape myself, or my arsenic heart, and this is my problem. this will always be my problem.
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