Lost to a Great Tide


The sea desolves inward 

                  folding in on itself 

The smallest edges caress you 

                   only to bashfully recede 

I see children try to catch waves like lost clouds

but really waves are nets meant to catch children

                  make them children lost to a great tide

I wonder about the bones dancing together under waves 

human, animal, mollusk… all meeting the same fate 

We are all children lost to a great tide

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this poem down in the comments. It’s an odd one, but my mind is odd at the moment. 

-Till next time! 

Can’t Type at All


There’s a time where 

Your minds flipped 

Distracted 

Wandering 

Thinking 

Hoping for too many different things 

There is a time where 

You just don’t know what to do

There blankness in front of you 

Mocking 

Laughing 

But you just can’t type 

Words 

The devils 

Are elusive 

Hiding away 

Visible yet just out of reach 

Just enough for your dedication to die 

I need to type 

I need to write 

Without words 

My mind will die 

Yet they are gone from me 

Vanished into the air 

I wish for them 

But they don’t come 

It isn’t fair

I’m dying 

Slowly 

From a lacking mind 

Does too much of everything 

Cause brain cells to die?

I just need to find them 

Strinng them together 

And my mind will be in order 

Starvation in a writer’s mind 

Is wanting to write without knowing letters 

Thank you all for reading! My brain is not working right now and I was doing everything I could to write a post and nothing was working and out came this poem. Sometimes struggle gives birth to something good from time to time. There is always a silver lining. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Till next time!