#sands
I was once a lonesome pioneer,
A past life ways away,
I spurred my horse in desert sands.
A familiar stranger,
Is all I ever was,
Anyone could tell you, nobody remembered me,
I was in by sunset and left by it's rise,
A way-fairing American,
Inspired by new lands,
After all, the west is best.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
I don't mind meandering,
But I prefer it with you.
For the river doesn't travel alone,
It's swept up in the beauty of the trees,
Or the glassy grains of the sand.
Whether our path is wavy and wanders,
Or straight to the point.
I will find a certain joy,
In each meandering moment I share with you.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
They lived as ghosts
Between the light and the dark
Leading their lives as dead men
Gone without the funeral
Buried beneath headstones without dates
No green fields to tread upon
And see their names
No flowered coffin to cry upon
They were the chosen
The few
To fight
Chasing the wraiths of freedom
A ghost as elusive as themselves
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
a day on the beach
empty sands stretch with lovers
and the heartships sail
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
“We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.”
-Emily Dickinson.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
I am boiling and bursting forth
from black sands where the waves whisper.
I am born again,
with the ferocity of ten-million suns,
and all the serenity of
learned men will remain
unsatisfactory.
For it is better to be alive,
a drum which draws the tribe
to bloodlust.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
who really knows
who really understands
how is it true
or not
does the homeless person know what time it is
did the ant you stepped on feel anything
the sunset shared by millions across the globe, was it appreciated
was it valued
desert winds, stirring up the ancient sands, is it admired
is it honored
waters in the clouds, falling with raw force to the earth, is it glorified
is it
how do you know
how do you know
Brian Hill - 2020 # 168
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
We stretch out our hands,
Waiting for salvation.
We watch the dripping sands
Of the hourglass with poignant resignation.
Our society demands
Of us to disregard those in isolation.
But the isolation is the only thing that understands
That this life is really nothing but eternal damnation.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
_Time lapses, as quick sands sift from flask to flask,
Half empty - a flick of the wrist - half full;
Hours of glass, ground into powder, measuring my frailty._
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
Golden essence shifts through my fingers, spilling on the ground, shifting over my feet.
A gentle breeze passes through, the sands become its body, emulating its spirit and casting its shadow.
The glittering glow sings to the sun a melody pleasing to the eyes.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
listen to the distant
echoes
of your
nostalgia;
all that
remain of your
dreams are compressed into
orbs of light,
carefully placed inside
an empty box;
leave your house and search the
idle sands of time for me,
x marks the spot.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Golden sunlight kissing my skin
Gentle breeze whispering in my ears
The sunset covered by a crown of clouds
The skies slowly dimming towards twilight
The fine sand on my toes feels warm
Getting cozier as each minute passes by
The waves come and go in a gentle rush
The salty mist refreshing to the withered soul
Coconut trees sway back and forth
Slow-dancing with the gentle breeze
Lying alone in this small and cozy tent
Waiting for the stars to sparkle bright
As the night approaches bonfires littered the beach
Like small tongues of light in a dark, serene canvass
People singing songs not very far away
Blending smoothly with the strumming of guitars
I guess this is what people call paradise
Yet why does it feel so incomplete?
The gaping hole in my heart feels empty
My arms feel like they're missing a big piece
If this is paradise, then what is it missing?
Why does everything look so perfect, yet feel so empty?
And then the memories left to wither
Came like a tsunami on the horizon
It was your warmth that it lacked
Your presence it was missing
Your scent blending with the salty air
Your eyes glowing with the moonlight
It was your love that was my paradise
The love that you took with you
When you left me stranded and struggling
In an island of my sadness and misery
But for tonight, and all the coming nights
I choose to bury the past in these sands
To break the chains that still cling to me
Along with the painful memories that haunt me
So as I sleep under the blanket of starlight
I remain hopeful of the breaking dawn
As I forget you like the passing waves of the seas
And the winds bring me to the arms of a paradise just for me
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Your last sweetest kiss
In the land of the palm trees
Faith and golden sands
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
I am the fire beneath the sands of time
Worn and torn into a thousand pixels
Burning bright in the last hour of daylight
Beneath the surface
I am the last step of the marathon
The breaking of the tickertape
And the blackness of the screen beneath
And at the same time
I am fire
I am all of these
Alive
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
I tried not to let go,
But she slipped through my hands.
I didn't realize I was against the flow,
Unable to adjust to the shifting sands.
Now, I sit in this emptiness longing to see her again.
I miss her presence,
Like the barren land misses the summer rain.
I want to drench in her essence
And feel alive.
She has been drained out of me.
I regret going against the tide.
There was so much that I wanted to see.
Adventures I wanted to share,
Of deserts, mountains, and the sea.
Tell her that I care
And know if she cared about me.
Oh Life, I miss you!
I realize as I sit here in my agony.
I am sorry for all I made you go through.
It is such an irony!
Because as a kid, all I wanted to do was grow up.
I could not value you when I had you.
Now, you have left and I miss you.
Oh life, I miss you in my agony.
I am smiling in my sadness,
It is such an irony!
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
An oval
lude in
the hair
of platitude
with just
an air
to ginger
his tea
O madly
in the
sands of
a stump
sure meme
that gladly
fornicate him
but a
sound view
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
The sands were still—home silent trees
The day was calm—our lives at ease
We rattled no more than passing breeze
As we sang the ocean's frequencies
Time had passed and we rode the waves
Ventured far out—lost track of days
We swam through nights and their gentle haze
And we came to rest at each other's gaze
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
the starfish embodies
shape on clear moon and flops to
the marked and old sand
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
The time held crumbles
through my hands, and that remains
The sun in the sands
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
beyond the eyes lymit
the sun takes its last yawn
dispersing its mild breath on to the foam below
the night inhales,
gusting crisp winds
stirring the leaves of the palm
the sky whispers to the tide
pulling out onto the quiet sands
soft steps sneak along the shore
awaking resting sands with a soft crunch
footsteps trail the sands
but are slowly eaten up by hungry waves
the night’s orb presents tranquility
to the shivvers of the night air
the winds stand afoot
sending soothing silence as a gift
waves wish wash along the shore line
But the silence still stands
With the breath of the moon
silence still stands.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
The grandeur and intensity I have felt recently has clouded my mind like a fog brushing the top of a mountain at dawn.
The romanticization of our shared aspirations and desperation has left me mesmerized and hypnotized like the effects of a magician performing a conjuration. Not meaning to sound as cliche or pretentious as I know this will, you are my idea of a vacation. What u mean by this is that, when I’m near you, I want to stay this way until the inevitable sands of time run out. But I can’t. I can’t because most of life is work and you are my relaxation. You are a cup of hot tea when the icicles reign supreme outside. One day, I will see you every day. Even then, I know I won’t want those days to end. But end they must. So we face the test of time, wearing infatuation and admiration as our weapons, fighting the clocks and schedules that trail so closely behind. We fight and we fight and we fight.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC