the wind blows
and I'm like the sand
upon its breaths
as I fly on it
to the surface
of the water
and melting
into the sea
into the ocean,
into a living
torrent of emotions
as I crash
down with the waves
and sink slowly
downward to the mud;
and flake off
tiny pieces
of rocks,
blending in
with the bottom.
with the mud,
with the glass shards,
with the shipwrecks,
with the tears
hanging around me
in droplets
as I sink
into the salty,
diamond liquids
that fall from the sky.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
