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Dreaming on a Pier

Amber lights carried us across the sea
our bodies dangling at first, almost unconscious
But detail woke us asleep:

Remember the dark swells

Remember the white splits and the foamy caps… 173 more words

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I wait for my parents
On a cold night,
In the warmth of my
Teenage broken-in room

The humming of the fridge
Comforts me, like a car engine… 95 more words

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Harsh Awakening

Dreaming in warm sleep away from the air’s frost
I find myself more present in that fantasy
Of lives I feel I should be living… 13 more words

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My friends and I sundrunk
under a lazy palm, yawning
our words and grunting giggles
about waves

caught today.
Our surfboards left tall in the sand,
a monument to us.

Old Stuff

Writing a poem

I hang a line or two
In my mind.
A fisherman of words
Reeling in line after line.
The difference however
Is that the catch is not weighed… 47 more words

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The music washed over me,
A calm and vibrant wave,
Bringing with it a pleasant haze
That reminded me of open wheat fields,
Yellow in the orange evening light… 123 more words

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Suppressed Emotion

My stomach ached
as if at any moment,
vomit would come spewing up
my throat and out of my mouth
into the dead plastic bags I filled… 97 more words

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