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o1.
the sea is my lover
the one who i sink in
in arms not warm but cold
er than jack frost nipping my nose
and i can feel the frostbite
settling in, and i can feel myself numbing
blissfully so
as i forget everything but the water
wrapping around me
surrounding me
swallowing me whole
until i am nothing more
than the sea
o2.
help, i am cracking
breaking, splitting at the seams
right under your gaze
not-so-careful and
turned toward the deep, dark ocean
fathomless, like you
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magnificientfailwrites
hello there. i am the child of nonsense, madness and whatever happens to lie in between. my pastimes are flying on the tails of comets, wishing on dying stars and procrastinating like due dates will never come. i go by nathan. writing is probably my favourite pastime, and the only thing i believe i am really adequate at. i plan on pursuing the career path of a content free-lance artist, writer, and creator of all things out there. (that means critique is welcome as well as requests.) i write more than poetry, but that is on my official writing blog. this is merely for my poetry. (i mostly write prosetry and drabbles nowadays, so that is all right.) most of my pieces are 'confessional'. i take my heart from my sleeve and glue it to paper to put it metaphorically. i can think of nothing more to say. icon by shira_matu (twitter)
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