Oceanicbones

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Project Complete!

Breathe

Collection of poetry from Breathe

I have completed the video project I set out to finish. I wrote a poetry book and wanted these videos to go along with it. They were simple, one take videos with the focus being more on the words than anything else. I learned a lot through this process and doing this also helped me through some tough moments. Thank you for listening and watching.

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Yip (Named by an ocean)

Whispered to me, "You are poetry.”

“Spellbinding.”

and i blush

Kilometers and an ocean away

without his touch

it's what he says

That caresses and holds me so much

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Dreamy Wisp

I can slip into dreams before I know what’s happened, it seems. Just a passive observer with some thoughts. A tad bit episodic with no coherent plot. A dash of the erotic, sensually weird and hot, Do you remember dreams from long ago? My own eons old dreams I know. But oh… no need to fear. They are just dreams my dear.

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Quatrain Practice

Who I’m not    is the girl you’d love forever. A time you could say never. That chance is shot… gonnaway & forgot. Ties we don’t have to sever, but if there was ever a place or spot,

I won’t be caught! Neither of us think the lesser or call transgressor for that is the nature of who we are not!

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Precipitation

Purple and grey contrasting clouds arrive as I feel blank. Lightning flashes bright. There’s something unknown and I wait. familiarity creeps in as I relate to the gentle storm raining down.  A quiet thanks. 

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A breath, eyes closed

draw it all in forget the worries, let go of the thoughts. air flowing in soft scent of a gentle wind filling the nostrils cool against your skin All is gathered to you in a momentary pause. exhale feel the release find the relief

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Hands Clasped

Tightly he held her hand as he pulled her wordlessly   across a dark forest land. Full of a fervent purpose he led her to a clearing and in front of her, appearing

a green, glowing aurora illuminating the sky lighting up the flora gleaming in their eyes.

Together, hands clasped they both hope the beautiful moment lasts. 

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It's in our Bones

writers write

it's what we do

despite life's . . .

tribulations

we ignite our lights

shine amid blackness

fueled and powered

by new moon darkness

we understand shadows

because it's a place

we've called home

it's in our bones . . . our soul

our urgency to express

creates artistic friction

dynamic poetic tension

it's an act of courage

to choose fearlessness

bravery in the face . . .

of those who oppose

attempt to . . . try

. . . to silence

try to quiet us

hush us . . . make us

tell us to go away

"they" only incite

the fights we fight

help us get unblocked

thanks to the haters

our motivators . . .

. . . and naysayers

we cannot be stopped

it's in our bones

It's what we do . . .

writers write

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©️ @followcb ☆ September 22, 2025

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Through a Window

Ultimate desire is to be drenched in a consuming touch always near enough.  The leaves bending to the wild touch of the wind. Violets reaching for the bright sun. In the quietest moments, the greatest wish made. Grant this one thing.

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I Share my Voice

I write for the lonely one, so full of questions, pondering a vast night sky thoughts full of nothing but, “Why?” I write for the wild one haunted late at night and all they can do is run away from this empty feeling gnawing at their bones. I write to try to untangle the inextricable turn all these complex feelings to something more tangible… understandable.

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When I Write

There’s this almost divine hope to create this world, unknown before now. Picture a doorway built by my voice, word choice glittering like a kaleidoscope. thoughts unfurled not worrying about the how Stepping through everyday

to new ideas. 

This has two-fold inspiration. I started a 5 day poetry exploration prompt thing and I was also talking to a close friend about self-expression and articulating yourself. A common theme I noticed with both these instances was this: There's a certain expectation that can be felt to write this formal, fancy amazing poem when in reality, it's a lot more simple than that. What we write when we feel most connected to and comfortable with ourselves is amazing. Thoughts are still percolating but this realization shines clear in my mind. Thanks for reading my poems and my ramblies :3

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René Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967), L'empire des lumières [The Empire of Lights], 1956. Gouache on paper, 14 3⁄8 x 18 ½ in

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First Kiss, Coolest Kiss

Instant sweet on the tongue spreading to the edges. Smile and gleefully glow. Found tucked among a green oasis. Inside warmth stretches and happiness flows. Comfortable sounds and I exist.

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Self-Portraiture

Your beautiful heart will bring you beautiful things. Even as your next breath starts so is joy beginning to ring. For there is no doubt that you should not be without, love and happiness and all that it brings.

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Before and After Beginnings

Gold flecked white dress college band concert best. Afterwards an almost missed opportunity brings celebratory pancakes.  I’m sure there was boysenberry as a syrup choice but, you were lost in my voice and we were consumed by youth and the night.

Years veer us far away from that night into now separate realities. Yeah, I had thought and said, “For the rest of my life.” but there just wasn’t enough love to suffice.

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