Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
As wide open as the sea
as resonant as the waves
splashing on the beach.
For a moment or so I was
pondering so full as the sea
what has it left to tally
with as empty as the the beach?
Jay 2d
Soft wet sand squishes under my toes
Cool water soon laps at my ankles
Telltale signs - the crowing of birds,
The laughter of children
The seabreeze at my nose

The water invites me in. I wade
Through every choice I thought I made.
Through time itself.

Clouds blanket the
Sun and I see myself in the sky, drowning,
Words from a script caught in my throat,
The water, the sand, they force me through it.

The curtains hiding the truth fall
Darkness seeps through the seafoam
I see the meaninglessness of it all
My reality is not my home

I want to turn around
Go back to what I know
But the water takes me by the leg
And little fingers of sand pull me on
I hate this life and I hate this place,
hate the terrible truth I’ve found

The fingers have become hands.
They do not let me go,
The waves bubble a lullaby, a dirge
“Bring your body closer still, with great care
We will keep it.”

Faces in the waves call to me,
The water croons its song
With the sun, wit abandoned me
And so my feet march on

I stay awake at night
Humming the ocean’s tune
Counting the stars on my ceiling,
I try to convince myself
Reality is just my room

The gentle fingers of sand are teeth now
Gnawing, gnashing, scraping teeth
The ocean screeches and howls a sound
Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust
Like playing a knife on a breathing rib cage

Under my pillow lies
A single, sandy tooth. But come the dawn
My hand, hidden under the cushions will be withdrawn
I will awake, soft wet static under my toes
Cool delusion soon laps at my ankles.
Telltale signs - the taste of bile,
The script starving my lungs,
The water caught in my ears, babbling in my head, the
voice I’ve always known.
This poem was about my own struggle to be my authentic self, in the face of what my body and the thought process I had been conditioned to have told me.
English Jam Apr 21
Mountains on mountains erupt from the earth's chambers of burdened lava and collapse back into their hellish landscape just as quickly

Waves assault the beach in frenzied randomness, striking their mark upon the sand and washing it away in the same breath

Birds flail about, learning to sail the clouds while dolphins soar their vast expanse of golden sea

People in suits war with each other for bloody glory, sign a strip of paper agreeing to stop, then ignorantly carry on their violent pastiche

Far away, tucked behind his world of scattered phrases and pretentious works of art, the writer observes all this

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I have stuff to do, but I ended up procrastinating and this was the result.
English Jam May 8
Drink to the woman who cared for others
Drink to the man who let her die in the gutter
Drink to those who think they have eternal youth
Drink to those who learn but don’t recognise truth
Drink to those who descend to the feet of Malkuth
Drink to those whose only wish is to hang from the roof
Drink to the liars whose only lie was that they were fine
Drink to the colours that dared to be vibrant and different from mine
Drink to the comedian whose pain is well nourished
Drink to the lover whose bruises have all flourished
Drink to the girl who doesn’t know what to believe
Drink to the guy who always feels like he has to leave
Drink to those who killed themselves to start anew
Drink to the crowd of many that thinks it’s a crowd of few
Drink to those who clean the world without a thank you
Drink to those discovering a new kind of blue
Drink to those who stand for themselves without any legs
Drink to the rich man who still stops and begs
Drink to those who worship God through death
Drink to those who don’t know they’re taking their final breath
Drink to the children who found guns way too early
Drink to the boy who was told he’s too girly
Drink to the saviour who taught peace and love
Drink to those who lived hatred to get above
Drink to the shadows who stayed carefully hidden
Drink to the people of whom the shadows were forbidden
Drink to those who dream of what came before and after
Drink to the virgins who were hurt by everyone’s laughter
Drink to the non-virgins who were put into shame
Drink to the celebrities who forgot their own name
Drink to the singer who doesn’t know what the words mean
Drink to the speaker who tells stories of things he hasn’t seen
Drink to the prisoner who builds and makes
Drink to the police officer who kills and takes
Drink to the majesties whose requests are over the top
Drink to the awkward kids who don’t know when to stop
Drink to the side of history that was never told
Drink to the heroes who eventually grew old
Drink to those who bury themselves in mountains of cocaine
Drink in the words of the liar who says it’s OK
Drink to the daydreamers lost in a drowse
Drink to the shimmering girl in a torn blouse
Drink to the society that discriminates anyone in its excess
Drink to the forgotten parade of losers, addicts and rejects
Drink to whoever sees love in the dark chapters of our books
Drink to those who are and aren’t obsessed with their looks
Drink to the new generation that abandoned its old pastiche
Drink to all who have and haven’t found their niche
Drink to the beach who had fresh scars each day
And drink to the ocean that washed the scars away

Drink, drink, drink, upon high
Raise your glass, raise your glass high

Cheers.
Ahem, copyright. And yeah, don't drink unless it's to one of these. It's a bit long-winded but i think that's all right. I hope so, anyway
Rafał 7h
How low can we go down the rabbit hole?
I’ll take you to a place where the time never flows
The stars always glow, the sky is always blue
The grass is always green, and it’s all for you
But there’s a certain madness to this fantasy
So follow me as I measure every step carefully
You see this perfect planet is a theatre play
Either way, all we are is a bunch of NPCs

There’s a melody coming from the other side
As we stroll along the beach, by the ocean tide
And I show you smiles hidden in the crimson skies
Every perfect tale doesn’t show you the demise
But I made this world for you, you don’t have to deal with it
When you feel down, you can come and sink in it
Like a blanket on a winter evening, protect your heat
When the inside of your head gets too bleak
And when all you desire is a bit of sleep
So let your legs run, turn your head to stand by
And we’ll play the spectacle until you get by.

— The End —