Across broken shelled beaches
we walked.
heels pressing pools of water
into the sand
on that day, there was no sun
and no clouds
we smiled up at the sky
like there were
Collecting starfish
in our shirts like hard snowflakes,
we stood in the tide
battered by frothy waves
you thought of kissing
the hollow of my neck
the place where I began-
my origins of frailty
walking into the ocean,
lost amongst the waves
I found myself
under the salty wet of the Atlantic
and I screamed
for the she that I wasn't















Comments
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if nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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"In the Shadows we are Legion"
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admired ghrendal - dholms - gabrialfalling - snottyangst - darkenedserenity -ceah - sarcovenator
I like the other stanzas. Cliche concept, maybe, but you've used it well to express a personal something and that is the point. As usual, this is very fine, polished, smooth and beautiful.
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I enjoyed it.
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"For a self-absorbed and brooding mind, pain itself is an anodyne."Huxley
^should the 'there' be 'they' ? - i think it'd go better.
but the images of the starfish, ahhh! awesomeness. thankyou!
like they were there
hmm
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Fear the man who has nothing to lose, for he who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
amazing, in a subdued way, for me at leat
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Fear the man who has nothing to lose, for he who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
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