Sunday, July 17, 2011

what?really?!

i need to get off the computer. depressed by reading/seeing on facebook how two of my friends are engaged just today

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Collection


Kicking, thrashing, 
She's become lost

gripped in between the claws of life .
The monotonous drone of the swell

breaks routinely, incessantly.
A spectacle of white and green, lures her under

Which,
Lulls her into a peaceful slumber.

The beauty of it all
engulfs, carries,


And caresses the stone in her core.
It replaces the emptiness and fear;


It evades her of all unease.


The ache is inevitable and she
Anticipates

Its return.
Her throat begins to tighten


And constrict.
The feeling of security is now a foreign concept.


She’ll never see him
Again

The salinity from her eyes fades into the depths of
the unknown,


combines with the brine.
They too,


have left her.
A collection of memories most valuable in the world,


Floats away.
She wishes she could collect those tears


And build another him.