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Michaela Ferris Nov 2019
A picture perfect serenity
of waves crashing at the shore.
The reflections of stars so bright
giving a new lease of light (life).
You see the wonder of the world lay out in front of you;
how I wish I could see the world through your eyes, even if just for tonight?

We are nothing but marks in the sand
waiting to be washed away with the tide.
The black abys of nothingness the sea offers up,
tempting fate between life and death.
Do I dare to risk being washed away in wishful thinking?
Or, do I let the cripplingly cold waves take me under?

A picture perfect serenity
of waves washing troubles away.
The reflections of a million dreams illuminating the night
providing quintessential peace never experienced before.
You see life as if it were a painting unique to us all;
everyone sees the beauty, even if not always understood.

We all leave our marks across the sand,
basking in its never ending beautiful optimism.
The unknowing views of opportunity amiss,
the most sacred, forgotten hearts finding salvation.
Do we dare to try taking risks into the unknown, no-matter the price?
Or, do we hold onto what we know, always playing it safe?
Shari Forman Mar 2013
A broken heart cannot be fixed,
Sitting on the edge of despair,
Crying out for love and warmth,
Every would implanted, every tear.
Every day it hurts deep inside,
Knowing you're gone tears aggressively at my will,
A major piece of me has magically vanished,
As I gradually become ill.
A broken heart has endless questions,
Bland serentiy embodies me,
I make an effort to form a deformed smile,
I'm permanently heartbroken, you see.
Vadim Bravo May 2010
When loneliness became an ugly thing
Serentiy is not enough,
And as you walk the trail of tears
You find yourself.

You wish to find a wellknown face
Among the faces that you see,
And now you're sorry that you thought
Once, just like me.

No more you wish to be alone,
You pray for company,
You search your phone book, for one name
That still remembers you.

And now you're sorry you have burned
The bridges to your friends,
You wish to try just one more time,
But no one gives a ****.
Vadim Bravo 2002

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