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The waves rolling in on the shore
the darkest blue, blue as the night sky,
glittering with the essence of a thousand hopeful,
yet unsuccessful sea dwellers.
Each wave crashing another water-logged corpse
onto the harsh sand of reality.
Barely breathing , crawling on hands and knees.
The wave the winner, and anyone willing
to put themselves at risk, the unsuspecting loser.
Practically torn to pieces and half insane,
people emerge from this watery hell…
bloodied, battered, and far beyond bruised,
nearly dead. Not even the strong survive here.
The water isn’t the only death trap
in this heat exhausted place.
There is a burning ball of flame
and magma sitting in the sky, mocking you.
Sending a burning redness to cover the
evenly brown pigment of your dry salted skin.
Often a slight evil and insane yell,
or laughter is heard coming from someone‘s
scaly salty cracking lips,
or imagined by those still standing,
but soon to fall slowly and painfully
into the depths of utter nothingness.
Only one thing could make any normal person
Enter this watery grave-yard
This asylum of once sane beings turned mad by
The massive crushing waves
And the excruciatingly hot star boiling the skies
Only one thing could make any one person visit this
Place with a glare from the water so harsh
It stops the wanting eyes from seeing
This one thing could only be LOVE
Standing in the middle of precipitation
Inhaling virgin oxygen
breathing is my discipline
If I was given the contingency to change anything
I would keep you in my lungs
awestruck by the homicide of melancholia,
until I am murdered by the evaporation of memories from my
miscomprehending mind
every breath of anesthetics brings me closer to utopian bliss
either it's your smile and big brown eyes, or the ether.
it was serendipity,
but it was abridged.
you are an altruist of prescription medicine, send the paramedics to
give me some happiness
There is nothing I need more than your celestial animation
I am just a ghost walking home
the contrast of loneliness on oxygen is pellucid
and the head lights are beautiful
my broken heart is a funeral in April rain
An angel or alchemist, what you are
your smile is the alchemy
it propagates the panacea
the drug for my life
the countermeasure of the color blue
and I pray, please my aurora, may you not be the placebo
I am a full time human
with full time mistakes
and full time emotions
