#tidal - Hello Poetry

Our lunar orphan has but Reflected light to offer As does a monolithic orphanage With cold harsh policies Being furtively undermined By beautifully wise children.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC

DanielTucker

Orphans

Our lunar orphan has but Reflected light to offer As does a monolithic orphanage With cold harsh policies Being furtively undermined By beautifully wise children.

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... I’m writing all aforementioned while sitting on the edge of the building, in the silhouette of the morning sun. A waft of breeze departs me from the dreariness, unhinged. I found myself in and out of a tidal wave, as if drowning is the only way to stay afloat. It all serves, too difficult to confess. In susurration, the landscape exhales something in the color of trees, the temperature last night, and the slant of daylight. How carried I was (still am) by the unexpected field we encountered, the confidant dialogue we built, the emotional walls we broke. There is a part in my brain that grief won’t grow. Summer in Cangyuan was not lachrymose. The lyrics of Under the Flying Clouds alludes every one of those who are too heavy for me, whom I can’t let go of. I was not ready for my unscheduled departure from nowhere to nowhere. Many were the tears shed by me in my last adieus to a place so much beloved, and to everyone who makes the place the place. Do I continue the same, unconscious of the pleasure or regret I occasion, insensible of any change in those who walk under my shade?

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC

EvelynYiningChen

Indelible Vigor

... I’m writing all aforementioned while sitting on the edge of the building, in the silhouette of the morning sun. A waft of breeze departs me from the dreariness, unhinged. I found myself in and out of a tidal wave, as if drowning is the only way to stay afloat. It all serves, too difficult to confess. In susurration, the landscape exhales something in the color of trees, the temperature last night, and the slant of daylight. How carried I was (still am) by the unexpected field we encountered, the confidant dialogue we built, the emotional walls we broke. There is a part in my brain that grief won’t grow. Summer in Cangyuan was not lachrymose. The lyrics of Under the Flying Clouds alludes every one of those who are too heavy for me, whom I can’t let go of. I was not ready for my unscheduled departure from nowhere to nowhere. Many were the tears shed by me in my last adieus to a place so much beloved, and to everyone who makes the place the place. Do I continue the same, unconscious of the pleasure or regret I occasion, insensible of any change in those who walk under my shade?

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{three brief acts on thinking and doing at once} Sunday, August 17, 2025 9:31 AM An exercise in the art of word smithing proud prodding from a know it all to another, persuading one the other of the best and greatest people can pertain to, aspire to artifice goodness, per se this way simple plain step by step, processionally, professing experience in living many ways, in working, functioning usefully to those paid in bread and drink and circuses to think about, clowns slap plays to allow the lowliest to laugh at pain, pie in the face, shock and awe, to laugh at payback, and gasp at the daring Wallendas, did you see that, the fall at Detroit, in 1962, Did it stick with you, the awe at the folly, asking why do performers perfect their act, and do it and do it and do it until some one dies trying, first time or last, falls and dies to emphasize the possibility, imagine the mirror neuron rush at the crushing fall, the vicarious oh no the unforgettable day at the circus bubbles up in therapy prep for dementia, we all recall the fall… ------------------------------------------ Words alone, in context, in your head said as read, by whomever you imaging saying, look, listen, can you hear birds singing? If you can, do you know what kind of song, is it signaling safety, certainly, birds of so tiny a song fret not, clearly, I can imagine a world so quiet, nearly any day, I can remember winter quiet, and think of where others are preparing cord wood to feed stoves, chain saws, dangerous as any ax, imaginably worse, gameland killings projected on silvered screen, daring immersion in the projects, home alone, adapted to the syndrome, latch key kid, in a small desert town on any main cartage route, welcoming passers through to spend the night indoors, at the Loma Vista Motel or the White Rock Motor Court, as listed in the Green Book, in 1954 ------------------------------ Suffering Socrates requires trusting Plato One must, you know suffer so, to say you know, quid pro quo, all you know, bet against all you call unknown, as if for the sake of innocense, shunned, to maintain purity, burn the heresy, defined blasphemous and disrespectful… think again, mimic the ritual reenactment, let this mind be in you, you were there, you saw Cassavetes suffer in agony, the shame, the shame that rightly is yours, and yours alone, the price Christ paid, if that story were ever true, that suffering is your just dessert, persuasion insists, you must accept the premis, Christmas, the whole message, Peace on Earth, Greetings, lowly mortal sufferers under lying leader rules, Goodwill, and final judgement, last prayer, fear not, fret for nothing, forgive all who have no clue what they do, living and breathing and having being on Earth, so far from the nearest life supporting star system, fitted anthropomorphically perfectly as patient in the active agency of truth freed life on Earth. This is life. We can imagine it ending suddenly, and we can bet it only does that at the me level, the we I was in lives on in all the good seed my fruit has in it.

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Aug 17, 2025

Aug 17, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Gorgias and Socrates and Me

{three brief acts on thinking and doing at once} Sunday, August 17, 2025 9:31 AM An exercise in the art of word smithing proud prodding from a know it all to another, persuading one the other of the best and greatest people can pertain to, aspire to artifice goodness, per se this way simple plain step by step, processionally, professing experience in living many ways, in working, functioning usefully to those paid in bread and drink and circuses to think about, clowns slap plays to allow the lowliest to laugh at pain, pie in the face, shock and awe, to laugh at payback, and gasp at the daring Wallendas, did you see that, the fall at Detroit, in 1962, Did it stick with you, the awe at the folly, asking why do performers perfect their act, and do it and do it and do it until some one dies trying, first time or last, falls and dies to emphasize the possibility, imagine the mirror neuron rush at the crushing fall, the vicarious oh no the unforgettable day at the circus bubbles up in therapy prep for dementia, we all recall the fall… ------------------------------------------ Words alone, in context, in your head said as read, by whomever you imaging saying, look, listen, can you hear birds singing? If you can, do you know what kind of song, is it signaling safety, certainly, birds of so tiny a song fret not, clearly, I can imagine a world so quiet, nearly any day, I can remember winter quiet, and think of where others are preparing cord wood to feed stoves, chain saws, dangerous as any ax, imaginably worse, gameland killings projected on silvered screen, daring immersion in the projects, home alone, adapted to the syndrome, latch key kid, in a small desert town on any main cartage route, welcoming passers through to spend the night indoors, at the Loma Vista Motel or the White Rock Motor Court, as listed in the Green Book, in 1954 ------------------------------ Suffering Socrates requires trusting Plato One must, you know suffer so, to say you know, quid pro quo, all you know, bet against all you call unknown, as if for the sake of innocense, shunned, to maintain purity, burn the heresy, defined blasphemous and disrespectful… think again, mimic the ritual reenactment, let this mind be in you, you were there, you saw Cassavetes suffer in agony, the shame, the shame that rightly is yours, and yours alone, the price Christ paid, if that story were ever true, that suffering is your just dessert, persuasion insists, you must accept the premis, Christmas, the whole message, Peace on Earth, Greetings, lowly mortal sufferers under lying leader rules, Goodwill, and final judgement, last prayer, fear not, fret for nothing, forgive all who have no clue what they do, living and breathing and having being on Earth, so far from the nearest life supporting star system, fitted anthropomorphically perfectly as patient in the active agency of truth freed life on Earth. This is life. We can imagine it ending suddenly, and we can bet it only does that at the me level, the we I was in lives on in all the good seed my fruit has in it.

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•~ A tidal strait is a strait connecting two oceans or seas through which a tidal current flows. Tidal currents are usually unidirectional but sometimes are bidirectional. The East River is a saltwater tidal estuary or strait in New York City. The waterway, which is not a river despite its name, connects Upper New York Bay on its south end to Long Island Sound on its north end. (Wikipedia)~• The river by my dwelling is miscalled by all, in verity, it is a tidal strait, a battling diversity of fresh and saltwater, with currents visible, bidirectional, clashing eddies underway, are underwater arguments boiling up to the surface, !a perfect metaphor for a New Year! <•> each year seems like a tumult survived, the currents of joy and its many alternates, seem to always clash, spot staining and yet the estuary of life flows on and on, the two seas remain connected, the salt and the fresh intermingling, waters surf~officially calm, stoic, but appearances misleading every year different every year also similar, substance may vary, the surprises differing, but we for-see troubled waters neath the glassine superficial surficial, and we hold hands, knotted fingers until we raise out arms heavenbound, asking why, but expecting no answer for we knowingly live our lives in a tidal strait

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Jan 1, 2025

Jan 1, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

A New Year: The Tidal Strait

•~ A tidal strait is a strait connecting two oceans or seas through which a tidal current flows. Tidal currents are usually unidirectional but sometimes are bidirectional. The East River is a saltwater tidal estuary or strait in New York City. The waterway, which is not a river despite its name, connects Upper New York Bay on its south end to Long Island Sound on its north end. (Wikipedia)~• The river by my dwelling is miscalled by all, in verity, it is a tidal strait, a battling diversity of fresh and saltwater, with currents visible, bidirectional, clashing eddies underway, are underwater arguments boiling up to the surface, !a perfect metaphor for a New Year! <•> each year seems like a tumult survived, the currents of joy and its many alternates, seem to always clash, spot staining and yet the estuary of life flows on and on, the two seas remain connected, the salt and the fresh intermingling, waters surf~officially calm, stoic, but appearances misleading every year different every year also similar, substance may vary, the surprises differing, but we for-see troubled waters neath the glassine superficial surficial, and we hold hands, knotted fingers until we raise out arms heavenbound, asking why, but expecting no answer for we knowingly live our lives in a tidal strait

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you can’t be stagnant when there’s an ocean outside your door.

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Mar 16, 2022

Mar 16, 2022 at 10:08 AM UTC

m-lang

tidal waves

you can’t be stagnant when there’s an ocean outside your door.

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Am I here, or am I in your tidal stars of my eyes, seeing your light in the little skies joining leaves, they are not far, rather, they shine near as my own, the cells of one cosmic glow, a drop of rain falls from the heavens and I catch upon it my delicate finger, the dew cascades, I close my eyes and feel the ocean in my hands, in silver scales, I dive, in colors of blue, golden and green, I will forever dream.

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Sep 4, 2021

Sep 4, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC

hiba-mohammed-sobh

Earth

Am I here, or am I in your tidal stars of my eyes, seeing your light in the little skies joining leaves, they are not far, rather, they shine near as my own, the cells of one cosmic glow, a drop of rain falls from the heavens and I catch upon it my delicate finger, the dew cascades, I close my eyes and feel the ocean in my hands, in silver scales, I dive, in colors of blue, golden and green, I will forever dream.

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Bending to the moon forevermore the waves collapse against the shore, The push and pull a rhythmic tantrum abiding by natural cause, A sparkling realization to the infinite balance vested beyond our reach, A tale predestined transcending script and linguistic compression, Oceans galore.

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Jun 8, 2021

Jun 8, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC

solaceamongsolitude

Waves

Bending to the moon forevermore the waves collapse against the shore, The push and pull a rhythmic tantrum abiding by natural cause, A sparkling realization to the infinite balance vested beyond our reach, A tale predestined transcending script and linguistic compression, Oceans galore.

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I buried your name in the sand, deep down where the tidal waves will not touch it. Where it can't hurt me.

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Jan 31, 2021

Jan 31, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC

dinaratengri

Untouched

I buried your name in the sand, deep down where the tidal waves will not touch it. Where it can't hurt me.

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It's not the barnacles that do all the damage Figure this out too late It's not the destination that makes the difference It's the freight Everything becomes a blur from six feet away Get used to this Every card ever turned over remains in play Get used to this Not every wave is a tidal wave Not every wave is a tidal wave It's not the mutiny written down in the diary It's the manifest Forgotten cargo in obsolete measurements Anybody's guess Even the proud, even the very proud Probably die on their knees Twin masts out on the open seas Mistaken for trees Not every wave is a tidal wave Not every wave is a tidal wave

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Nov 12, 2020

Nov 12, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC

johndarnielle

Tidal Wave

It's not the barnacles that do all the damage Figure this out too late It's not the destination that makes the difference It's the freight Everything becomes a blur from six feet away Get used to this Every card ever turned over remains in play Get used to this Not every wave is a tidal wave Not every wave is a tidal wave It's not the mutiny written down in the diary It's the manifest Forgotten cargo in obsolete measurements Anybody's guess Even the proud, even the very proud Probably die on their knees Twin masts out on the open seas Mistaken for trees Not every wave is a tidal wave Not every wave is a tidal wave

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Streams— relay the slumber Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite. 'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers.. So long,— I do not know.. Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC

fheyra

Nowhere Falls

Streams— relay the slumber Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite. 'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers.. So long,— I do not know.. Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..

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The liquidity of rage, swoons like a red ocean. It is a tidal fury that rises, rises, rises. Within its climatic ascension, exist an anxious torture. Thoughts rush in, pacing on what conclusions will come. These waves have come before, the carnage is extreme. And while the destruction strikes the shore, the bastions will stand. Ruin though, shall come, and each storm stands testament to that reality. The walls will fall, and all will breathe a final sigh of relief, at the end.

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May 28, 2020

May 28, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC

devin-ortiz

Eternal Rise of the Crimson Tide

The liquidity of rage, swoons like a red ocean. It is a tidal fury that rises, rises, rises. Within its climatic ascension, exist an anxious torture. Thoughts rush in, pacing on what conclusions will come. These waves have come before, the carnage is extreme. And while the destruction strikes the shore, the bastions will stand. Ruin though, shall come, and each storm stands testament to that reality. The walls will fall, and all will breathe a final sigh of relief, at the end.

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She washes over me like the tide, The water feels cool on my skin The salt burns from within. I'm lost in the sands of time, As the world goes rushing by I can exist for a minute here If I just close my eyes. She crashes down like waves Pulls my hands and sways Watching as that world fades. Does she see this place from miles away Is it just a dream we create Or is it life for another day? Tell me what you see in me. As the night falls, waters recede As the sun sets at the sea, So did the day where everything. Felt right. A little piece remains there, I believe

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC

ryan-maroni

Tidal

She washes over me like the tide, The water feels cool on my skin The salt burns from within. I'm lost in the sands of time, As the world goes rushing by I can exist for a minute here If I just close my eyes. She crashes down like waves Pulls my hands and sways Watching as that world fades. Does she see this place from miles away Is it just a dream we create Or is it life for another day? Tell me what you see in me. As the night falls, waters recede As the sun sets at the sea, So did the day where everything. Felt right. A little piece remains there, I believe

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I'm going to ride this tidal wave of euphoria until it crashes on the shore and the feeling exists no more.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC

tatiana

Tidal Wave

I'm going to ride this tidal wave of euphoria until it crashes on the shore and the feeling exists no more.

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Crashing and turning So beautiful yet destructive A young girl reaching out to someone she can never quite catch Maybe thats why tidal waves are so strong Wanting to talk to the land Tell them how their destructive humans are destroying it Drowning in lack of love Drowning in itself So confusing So overwhelming Tidal waves rolling out of her eyes Crashing into her soul Cracking it Until there is nothing left But tidal waves

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Feb 28, 2019

Feb 28, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC

aqueenwithoutathrone

Tidal Waves

Crashing and turning So beautiful yet destructive A young girl reaching out to someone she can never quite catch Maybe thats why tidal waves are so strong Wanting to talk to the land Tell them how their destructive humans are destroying it Drowning in lack of love Drowning in itself So confusing So overwhelming Tidal waves rolling out of her eyes Crashing into her soul Cracking it Until there is nothing left But tidal waves

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Mania is like a wave, High tide, and I'm drowning. I take on water, feel it fill my lungs. As the pressure builds, I fade into white. I'm riding the wave, a ******* tsunami. But no, that's not quite right, I'm a part of the wave, this rage, This powerful force of insanity. And there lies the shore, closing in. If I was of right mind, surely, I would at least hope to cry pardon. But I'm not, I see the imminent crash, Only laughing, maniacally. With thunderous approval the shoreline Falls, within the vast ocean beneath me. When the waves pick up, When they come crashing down, They ring with power, but mostly pain. So I'm left in this basin of contamination. The sewage of mind eats away the euphoria, Leaving cancerous tumors of depression. Now growing rampant, and lingering. The tide in time recedes, the world grieves. Sometimes there is healing, though often There is only suffering and the waiting. Knowing for any better or for worse, The tug of war between the shores Of mania and depression, goes on.

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

devin-ortiz

Tidal Ways

Mania is like a wave, High tide, and I'm drowning. I take on water, feel it fill my lungs. As the pressure builds, I fade into white. I'm riding the wave, a ******* tsunami. But no, that's not quite right, I'm a part of the wave, this rage, This powerful force of insanity. And there lies the shore, closing in. If I was of right mind, surely, I would at least hope to cry pardon. But I'm not, I see the imminent crash, Only laughing, maniacally. With thunderous approval the shoreline Falls, within the vast ocean beneath me. When the waves pick up, When they come crashing down, They ring with power, but mostly pain. So I'm left in this basin of contamination. The sewage of mind eats away the euphoria, Leaving cancerous tumors of depression. Now growing rampant, and lingering. The tide in time recedes, the world grieves. Sometimes there is healing, though often There is only suffering and the waiting. Knowing for any better or for worse, The tug of war between the shores Of mania and depression, goes on.

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He came like a tidal wave, And engulfed me in his ocean depth. My joy crossed all boundaries, Happiness seared through my very being, I found the lyrics of my love life in his arms, We were one large heartbeat. And when it was over, He threw me with the surf that rolled and crashed on the shore. It left many ripples of grief, With me, abandoned, a forlorn seaweed, Overwhelmed with bitterness and regret.

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

Tidal Wave

He came like a tidal wave, And engulfed me in his ocean depth. My joy crossed all boundaries, Happiness seared through my very being, I found the lyrics of my love life in his arms, We were one large heartbeat. And when it was over, He threw me with the surf that rolled and crashed on the shore. It left many ripples of grief, With me, abandoned, a forlorn seaweed, Overwhelmed with bitterness and regret.

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Beneath a wave as it rolls overhead there's a moment of fright in missing the crest but it comes again and goes off no end Though crashing now in the tumult of water eventually resurfacing beginning to grow and rolling over the peaks of once before

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC

Phi_Kenzie

Tied

Beneath a wave as it rolls overhead there's a moment of fright in missing the crest but it comes again and goes off no end Though crashing now in the tumult of water eventually resurfacing beginning to grow and rolling over the peaks of once before

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The distorted beauty perception These girls have All because you’ve told them What they are and aren’t. Bold sacrifices Of timorous females All for your only Empyreal praise There is no harm for you To give them the sky And see their glory In the morning light. For that every girl Is a stardust In her own shape and color, In her light. For that every girl A tidal wave Of glowing morning And a silent night.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

theannete

Beauty.

The distorted beauty perception These girls have All because you’ve told them What they are and aren’t. Bold sacrifices Of timorous females All for your only Empyreal praise There is no harm for you To give them the sky And see their glory In the morning light. For that every girl Is a stardust In her own shape and color, In her light. For that every girl A tidal wave Of glowing morning And a silent night.

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How can you find beauty in something so ugly Because your lies twinkle down my spine Like sharp rose thorns in the spring time You’re a rose and I’m afraid of being pricked Everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive, so gouge out my eyes. Because if this is reality then I guess I'm not alive. You’re like the Dead Sea I sink when you are with me Covering me with sand all over my sunburnt wounds I used to think you were the resilient hues in the sky bringing out sunlight But you’re a tidal wave you rip right through me The tears in my eyes are seen as cold and sad The darkness of the rain you overcast breaks upon me Take what you can from me Take only what you need A family of trees wanting to be haunted Control yourself control your needs Dreaming in the lows, I never thought I'd see this high Now I'm shooting for the moon, you're calling me a lunar light Staring at the roots, nobody there to help me grow I was longing for the rain, you were the flood that made me overflow You're everything that I hoped for That's why I gave you my all You're everything that I prayed for But you were stolen Why did everything change? Everything was ours Everything was stolen and now it’s all gone We found the rain, but if we start to peel away the grey Maybe we're home When your heart weighs down on my shoulders And your eyes wide lose me at sea and your words make a smoldering fire You are the moon pulling tides over me Giving me grey notes that sing through the windows Let’s, Step out into the wild There's a beautiful storm in your eyes We're perfectly intertwined And if it's quite alright, you could be my way of life Sea salt sits on your lips Birds fall earthwards from cliffs Thought I couldn't do this But I'm fine 'cause you're by my side Now where do you go? Why do you leave? And as the waves grow in between Harder the days go Darling I'm folding I'm on my knees You give me nothing When there's nothing else So deep the water But you're hiding in the shallows And I'm left here drowning out

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC

bhoffman9

You’re My Dead Sea I’m Left Drowing Out Beneath The

How can you find beauty in something so ugly Because your lies twinkle down my spine Like sharp rose thorns in the spring time You’re a rose and I’m afraid of being pricked Everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive, so gouge out my eyes. Because if this is reality then I guess I'm not alive. You’re like the Dead Sea I sink when you are with me Covering me with sand all over my sunburnt wounds I used to think you were the resilient hues in the sky bringing out sunlight But you’re a tidal wave you rip right through me The tears in my eyes are seen as cold and sad The darkness of the rain you overcast breaks upon me Take what you can from me Take only what you need A family of trees wanting to be haunted Control yourself control your needs Dreaming in the lows, I never thought I'd see this high Now I'm shooting for the moon, you're calling me a lunar light Staring at the roots, nobody there to help me grow I was longing for the rain, you were the flood that made me overflow You're everything that I hoped for That's why I gave you my all You're everything that I prayed for But you were stolen Why did everything change? Everything was ours Everything was stolen and now it’s all gone We found the rain, but if we start to peel away the grey Maybe we're home When your heart weighs down on my shoulders And your eyes wide lose me at sea and your words make a smoldering fire You are the moon pulling tides over me Giving me grey notes that sing through the windows Let’s, Step out into the wild There's a beautiful storm in your eyes We're perfectly intertwined And if it's quite alright, you could be my way of life Sea salt sits on your lips Birds fall earthwards from cliffs Thought I couldn't do this But I'm fine 'cause you're by my side Now where do you go? Why do you leave? And as the waves grow in between Harder the days go Darling I'm folding I'm on my knees You give me nothing When there's nothing else So deep the water But you're hiding in the shallows And I'm left here drowning out

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the waves of words so silent wash over us again there is no boat to ride these phrases over to the end but should you need to breathe this love's a vest that you can wear and we can both stay on the crest to feel the ocean air

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC

alex-durow

Tidal

the waves of words so silent wash over us again there is no boat to ride these phrases over to the end but should you need to breathe this love's a vest that you can wear and we can both stay on the crest to feel the ocean air

4

i am caught in the tidal wave. stuck in the motion; falling back and moving forward, falling back and moving forward. there’s something calming in the consistent control of the moon, but i know the truth: an ocean wave is powerful, and i will be crushed, broken and bruised, in it’s cycle.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC

fawneyes

i love the smell of the sea

i am caught in the tidal wave. stuck in the motion; falling back and moving forward, falling back and moving forward. there’s something calming in the consistent control of the moon, but i know the truth: an ocean wave is powerful, and i will be crushed, broken and bruised, in it’s cycle.

1

she drowned in blue everyday I swear whether it was her dress or her eyes she was swimming in it. maybe that's why nobody questioned it when they found her lifeless corpse sinking under the bluest waterfall in that town.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC

c0ld

Blue

she drowned in blue everyday I swear whether it was her dress or her eyes she was swimming in it. maybe that's why nobody questioned it when they found her lifeless corpse sinking under the bluest waterfall in that town.

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