#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.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
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
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
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.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
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.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
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
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
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!
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
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...
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
My tide
Love unrequited
Pulled you
my love
in too.
|b.g.|
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
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
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
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
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
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
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Για εκείνους που μπορεί να διαβάσει αυτό
Συγνώμη
Κολλητική βραδύποδες
Πολιτικά Αλύσοπριονα
Εγο ανάγκη ένα άλογο
Πεταλούδα
Δέντρο
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
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.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
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.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC