I look at life the way you look at the
beach when you are a child
so far away from everything
exorbitant in its seize
unreachable in its essence
you press your feet with force until it
embraces the sand
but the beach seems to push you
further away
oh, it looks so beautiful
but only from far
I want to touch it
but you stay right where you are
and you let the beach push you further
away
away from it's beauty
you don't move
what if it wasn't beautiful all along
what if your idea of it dies
oh, well
then let me stay here and dream on
nothing can happen here
nothing happens
nothing
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
