Poems By A Clueless Girl

Storming My Beaches

I am a current

My body and mind sway in opposing oceans

Thoughts splash in a whirlpool

While my actions, or rather lack of them

Accuse me of being distilled

I used to walk the dock beside my apartment complex

But I never liked the view

Always blockaded by trees and the water was too muddy

You never knew what would wash up

No, no this wasn't the kind of Nordic Pool you wouldn't mind dipping your feet into

Some kid even lost his shoe

But I liked the sound

The backdrop of the lakes natural gurgle

Empty chatter of waves that can't decide whether or not to land on the sand

To a point where arguing so long in the rush of the pull

That they splatter away before reaching their end

Washing up dried boots and wasted sticks

And you begin to wonder which one was branded useless first

If the boy considered his choices

Using up something for so long that it wears thin

Creating holes that when fallen into

You crash just like the current does at night

When no ones around to see its built up Independence from its neighboring ripples

But me and the sea have that in common

Except my decision to segregate and emancipate my mortality

To live not among the land of the bothered and angry

Yet still living just the same

But instead join the sea of the swimmers and dreams

Has tended to leave me with separation anxiety

Like that kid on the beach who never bothered with sunscreen or coverings

And liked to fill the pails rim up with water

Running back and forth caused it to dissipate and recede

Because it was never yours to begin with

You willingly gave up your clothes, your shoes, and your precious time

To collect something that only slips through your fingers

Like the million droplets before it

Just like the people who you think left you behind

But maybe you are the tide that rolled away first

I am a current

Don't mess with my autonomy to flow where I may

But don't leave behind my shores in your wake

Cause my white water sands will stick to you for longer than you'd like

Yet the imprint of your affection has already scrubbed itself away