"barnicles" poems
My wishes
Are lies
As I
Cannot
Control
The tide
But i
******* tried
Oh i tried
And crashed
Into the sides
Of rocks
Been ripped open
By barnicles
And attacked
By sharks
But i built
A one man raft
And embarked
Toward an island
In the dark
Where no man
Can live
But me.
But Im tired
From the journey
And all i want
Is to sleep
Just floating
In the sea
Awaiting
Tranquility
As it atones
To me
From deep
below
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Bend low, feel the tide take a swipe,
Retreat, turn, climb the steps to safety,
Stay, let scattered shells guide the way.
There is hope in blends so rare.
Swirling stumps neatly press into the hardened sand.
Barnicles in shallow waters of the seashore
Attach themselves to emptied crab cases.
We mourn the life inside, lost.
Standing with our backs to the ocean,
Toe tipping a game so sure,
Daring to win, edging closer to the thrill.
There is hope only when we reach our fill.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sun sea Ice tea Sun tzu
burnt feet ice cream swim suit
gull coral snorkel frisbee
Red skin fish fin Chomsky
Ranina ranina René Decartes
Limpet kite taffy shark
Kayak dock jet ski sand
Bikini boardwalk Ayn Rand
Scuba castle Immanual Kant
Pier paddle sandals clam
Dunes barnicles pelican mussels
Tide pool towel Bertrand Russell
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC