"tidals" poems
Our faces are masks under our control,
That either share emotion or keep it from foe.
A smile does not always mean happiness,
Pursed lips are not always there for a kiss.
When we frown, we aren't always upset,
For confusion often is onset.
When tears tread down our human cheeks,
We can be quite happy, resulting in those leaks.
Hiding emotion is often vital,
Due to heartbreak that comes in tidals.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
I'm turning in tidals
I'm sleeping in waves
I'm crashing in metal
I'm living in graves
I'm cursed like a sailor
Born to enslave
A memory of trials,
A gloom made of grays
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Walking in lonlinees , far away from myself
Thoughts in the head , wandering like snowflakes
They coudn't be swayed , no matter the tidals waves
Millions of steps , Still more roads , Never enough time
Masks everywhere, truth nowhere , love elsewhere
shadow of death , near my doorstep
Breath , throat, stuck , silence ...
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
*We sat on a hill today, cuddled up as one.
We looked up to the sun and forgot about
the dark man with a gun.
We're both oh so suicidal,
our minds are like big tidals.
But, as we sit side by side,
I faintly hear you cry.
"Why?"
I ask you, carefully drying your tears.
You looked up at me with your glossy eyes and
said "Because sometimes I still want to die."
and as we gaze into each others eyes,
I realize that life was a game
and you were the prize.*
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC