#sandcastle
built my hope like a sandcastle
the truth creeps like a wave
turn me into a landslide
sacrifice my delusional brain
built my love like a raft
sail to the nearest place
thought that i would find you
floating in a wave
despair and desperation
lack of precipitation
a fool is a under statement
solitude is debilitating
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
■ i ■
made a
castle in
the sand
■ a cathedral made ■
■ of dust • i thought ■
■ it great, so very grand ■
■ my motivations just ■
i sculpted flying buttresses • and
placed angels in its wings • there
were stained glass windows • and
other suchlike things • i labored at
it all the day • other duties set aside
but all my work was carried away
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■■■■■■■ I considered not the tide! ■■■■■■■
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SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016
Reposted 12/21
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
I want to build a sandcastle
Sturdy and tall-
With towers and turrets
And cool shells on the walls.
A tower of books
As high as magic will grow it,
A balcony glowing
When the moonlight shows it.
I want a coral garden
Sprawling wide at the edge,
With tide pools like secrets
And starfish living along each ledge
There’d be laughter in the halls,
And windows facing the sea-
A peaceful place to live where I can exist as me
Seahorses in each stable-
Pampered and content,
Turtles everywhere happy to hear me vent
And when the tide comes and sweeps it all away
I'll have no tears to shed, I can build another the next day
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
Will you be the tears between my eyelids?
Hold me together when the night wind hits?
Only Sandcastles can fight this..
Where is my water drop bridge?
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
_As a kid, I love to build
a sandcastle
on the shore_—
Feeling the warmth of the sand
through my cold feet and I won't let the waves crash the every grain of my castle.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
I had built my confidence out of fragility
It was like a sandcastle, so beautiful and bold
I almost believed in it; I was almost convinced
That this confidence will endure the strongest of tides
But then and with the first wave of reality
The sands moved under the castle that was swallowed by the shore.
And denial swallowed my presence along with the storms of insecurity and fear ...
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Oh how mighty
Our sandcastles once were
But now in their place
Only lay lost tomorrows
And never-to-be-hads
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
the sandcastles we built
i imagine it still
on the beach, out of reach
are the things we never had
the present became the past
questions never asked
nothing left but the waves
why can't i look away
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Sorriderò e sorriderai ma non capirai
promesse che non potevi mantenere,
melodie che non suonano più bene
dicevi guarderemo il tramonto su una spiaggia
così stretti in un abbraccio da non respirare
in riva al mare a ballare
non ci importerà della pioggia
perché non ti lascerò andare
acquari, dischi e libri
io e te in un castello
era solo un sogno, era solo un gioco
seppur molto bello
le mie lacrime sanno di nostalgia mista a rabbia
perché in fondo
era solo un castello di sabbia.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
You used to love the beach, just like you used to love me.
Well, I mean you probably still love the beach.
When you told me you loved the ocean and the waves and how you wanted your little riptide tattoo
I vowed to you that I would take you sometime.
Even though I never got the chance to, I still imagine what our trip would have been like to this day.
I picture us building a sandcastle.
We shape it with our hands because we we’re to lazy to buy buckets.
As we build the base we talk about the dining room where our king and queen eat gluten free pizza and chocolate,
We sculpt their bedroom where they will lay and watch cheesy movies complaining about the bad acting,
We picture the bathroom where they will make bad makeup looks on one another and dance in the mirror
And when we’re done, we’ve built a castle made for the most imperfect of kings and queens.
A castle with empty hallways but lively rooms,
Except the queen’s study where she hides her insecurities in the folds of old notebooks,
Or the king’s bedside table where an old box lives covered in dust except for a few fresh fingerprints, holding faded Polaroids tucked away
In a slightly more careful fashion than the way he tucks his wife into bed.
But us building, we claim not to see the secrets
They’re too hidden in plain sight for us to notice
So we focus on the chocolate and bad acting and dancing.
And then
You complain you’re tired, even though your eyes are wide open
I say I’m hungry, even though I ate an hour ago
And as we walk away
neither of us notice the waves crash over our already flawed creation.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Why do I write
When my castles fall
And every time it takes its toll
I tried to protect it
By guarding the shore
For tides take
What ever I make
My castles are sand
I know its bland
But like my poems
I know its dry
But I always try
To make it glorious
Though my words are not luxurious
For my words are true
No matter how plain
I will protect my castle
No matter what
Even if the tide takes It back
Cause if it falls
I will make it again
Like my poems
Will continue no matter
How much I'm in Pain
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
The wind does things differently,
It patiently rubs off the sand castle's wall,
Slowly approaching it without intent to break.
Time was his friend,
He would give up his life time to enter the castle,
Showing only warmth as his effort to let her open up.
But the wave is different,
It would just come crashing on the walls,
Immediately breaking down the walls.
Time was never an issue,
He would do everything now while he can,
Shaking her world to show her the real world.
The beach knew how the wind loves the sand castle,
But the beach also know which one the sand castle will fall to,
I guess we all know how the wave will always win.
- HIY
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs
goosebumps lick my heart
a fat cramp strokes my lips
and terror waves my mind
freezingly hot blood
flushes twisted nerves
sweet foul shudder makes
all memories awake
blurry visions of happiness
worm into cutting blade
hissing a haunting realization:
that it is too late.
naivety suggests
a joyful brand new start
but the naked present screams
that you grew apart
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
There comes the waves kissing the shore,
Both gentle and harsh,
Mellow winds caressing the sand ever gently,
and at times abusively.
Like a sand castle residing at the shore,
your days are numbered to when you fall.
It's not the rough ones that are the reaper,
They left crumbs so you see your pieces fall off,
But the soothing ones that smothers you from grain by grain,
Feeding off bits of you that you left forgotten.
Like a sand castle residing on the shore,
Your days are numbered to when you fall,
-HIY
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I want you to love me like sand.
I want you to find me in your pockets
A week after you've been to the beach.
I want to fill your hourglass
And pour myself out
To count our time apart.
I want you to build castles
From my shattered pieces;
To build a temple
From this ruined frame.
I want you to make me hotter than I've ever been;
To touch me with pressure so hard
I turn to glass.
I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC