Reaching out,
Trying to take hold of the horizon.
My body leaning just enough over the hand rail,
So that I wouldn't fall.
However, if I leaned forward any more,
I would fall straight into the clear blue depths of the water—
Then being crushed by the overwhelming strength of the intimidating ship I was standing upon.
The wind blowing my hair strait back behind me,
So that my vision had no blind spots of the enticing sight in front of me.
In that moment I wanted nothing more,
Than to become apart of that beauty,
This dream world.
The imperfections of our world were instantly blown away—
They cowered in fear of the sheer intensity of its alluring simplicity and simultaneous complexity.
Every memory I've ever made,
Every person I've ever met,
Were erased from existence in my reality—the only reality I ever wanted and could ever want.
I couldn't see, or hear, or touch, or taste, or even smell anything anymore.
But that one moment gave me every one of those senses.
The addictive salty air,
Seagulls squawking and porpoises splashing about,
The metallic cold burn on my hand and chest from the safety rail,
And crystal blue waters perfectly complemented by the near same shade in the sky,
with sprinkled in white puffs of cloud—rivaling the fluffiness of cotton candy.
I wanted to stay forever.
But as this world goes,
that could never happen.
Not only did my need for the intoxicating wonders in front of me cause me to want to stay,
It was that when I went home,
I had to do it all again.
Bullies.
School.
Work.
Pain.
Sad.
Scared.
Yelling.
Crying.
Scared.
Alone.
Shake.
Tears.
Scared.
Hidden.
I was too young.
I was too scared.
I found my escape,
But it was never an escape at all.
It was an illusion,
A delusion,
A Fool's paradise,
A mirage of a fantasy,
A false reality.
I wanted to keep everyone including myself trapped there,
In an infinite loop of the same three weeks over and over.
But I couldn't.
Another year.
I'm going to cry myself a river and drown.
Though I wished it was the ocean that had drowned me,
Drowned me in its unreal peace,
So then I wouldn't go back,
Back there.
Scared.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me lol
PoetryA few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.