Sand Dollar Poems

For all those thoughts running rampant in my head.

[sanddollarpoems]

Autonomy

You and them and l and we,

atoms and molecules

connecting;

a string of reasons

why we are different

and the same,

and unable to reason

for our singularity.

You touch,

ripple effects,

rings pushing out

from your being.

And you fight

for your right to be

unaffected,

as you touch and push

and breathe in and out

the same atoms I do.

No man is an island,

no one is a rock,

no person is solitary.

No one is ever truly alone.

[sanddollarpoems]

The way you gave in,

sinking under

without even a fight.

I always thought

humans would try to survive,

and struggle to stay alive,

but you just closed your eyes

and gave up,

no attempt made

to find the surface.

And I, like a fool

never saw the signs

until it was too late.

[definegodliness]

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Disclaimer:

I haven't done a spoken word in ages, so please bear that in mind. I think it sounds more like talking to me over the phone than an actual recital. Also, I don't speak English every day anymore — warning: more rustiness — AND to top it off, it's hottt t t .

Slightly unhinged.

— end disclaimer.

The poems I used are under the cut! To the original writers, I really hope you like this little audio file. I know I didn't ask you for permission but I wanted it to be a surprise :)

@aubriestar

a peach of a day

it dawned golden halos illuminated with may vibes

the peach tree shimmered

an orange glow distilled from nectar within, released with a bite

juice of sun grown sweetness and a flavor bomb of pure peachyness

i lead you to it, a treasure shared how can such a simple thing overwhelm the senses

kiss me and taste it

a feeling of saturation of unadulterated flavor, of belief that love can still grow in an arid climate and i just have to reach for it, bending the boughs

peaches rescue us

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@sanddollarpoems

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I stay silent here

Rolling in this holding pattern

Not allowing the hope

That you'll see me though it all

I keep throwing wishes

Over the wall into your garden

I wish you happiness

I wish your dreams come true

I stay here quietly

Not knowing how to break your fall

But I'll keep smiling back

Till you see me through it all

.

@fille--de--joies (sorry I butchered your username xD! My French isn't what it used to be)

Flowers on my bosom

Flowers on my bosom

Who can unseed what one's sown? who can unsee what one saw?

Late spring sultriness ripens incandescent bodies made for coalescence, not orbitation — inevitable irreversibility; who can run from one's lot? gulp down one's own blossoms?

Reaping the ingrown satiation of smothered thirsts, lessons of pain spelling for an illiterate heart, mind fasting for wise viscera.

How florescent of you to never come to fruition.

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@wordrummager

blame it on gravity

I miss the way my body turned lightly, with care at the ballet now I am a hippo in the muck

I remember stepping through gardens in France feeling like a sprite never a lady

I wonder what I would have been with more encouragement and less imagination

is it ok that I don’t like opera but love stories with resolutions and poems without sense

I hope I don’t get tired of flowers or rivers or stars or clouds because that’s where I see hope

.

My poem:

Facadeless

This boredom by repetition Exposes only a lack of wonder, amazement, And curiosity. A sense of failure I am unwilling to deepen / signify Alive.

Superficially, I want to be More human. Which is an odd thing to think. As if I am Less human today. Still, This skin feels too grimy; Layered with something the water doesn't Quite rinse.

I wish I could wear a dream, If that makes sense (it probably doesn't); Something that could thrive On the idea of touch, alone, And doesn't have to be real. Like The Emperor's Clothes: A cloak That conceals nothing, And so let's me vanish When I am Solely this emptiness, Experienced Within.

[sanddollarpoems]

This is just so beautiful and Mark is so amazing! Thank you for breathing life into one of my poems, and for sharing the beauty you've found here in the tumblrsphere.

[sanddollarpoems]

I stay silent here

Rolling in this holding pattern

Not allowing the hope

That you'll see me though it all

I keep throwing wishes

Over the wall into your garden

I wish you happiness

I wish your dreams come true

I stay here quietly

Not knowing how to break your fall

But I'll keep smiling back

Till you see me through it all

[sanddollarpoems]

I hold it in

Everything I want to say

Connection like a bird

Flying away at every approach

I hold it in

You never run out of things to say

Your life so much more

Exiting

And I stay quiet

Was there a time you wanted to know me?

Was there a day

You missed my voice

Or was it always me one-sided

Wishing to be heard

Loved

Important in your world

Impressions run out

You bunker down

And I hold it in

To spare myself rejection

[sanddollarpoems]

It's all noise

Static vibrations

The buzz of filler

With a background of hum

I'm holding my ears

Gripping my head

Make the roar stop

Inside of my mind

It's raising blood pressure

Against the walls

I try breathing slower

But I'm just moving my chest

It's all the noise

And a panic attack

I'll just run to the bathroom

I'll keep trying to hide

[sanddollarpoems]

This song is absolutely wrecking me lately! I can't get enough of it.

And the slow version (like omg!)

[sanddollarpoems]

That stupid problem where you can write 18 pages of a new story that just popped into your brain, but you can't manage to do the 4 page essay that's due in a week... wtf is wrong with me?

[sanddollarpoems]

Hillsides still flushed green

With May's warmth against them

Carmel hues peeking through

Soon everything will be amber

Soft, rippling waves

Broken by the dark green oaks

As summer starts to smolder

In her true golden fashion

[sanddollarpoems]

Once again I find the solace

of words.

I work hard to keep things prefect,

keep things even

and logical.

I do the calculations,

find the mean and standard deviation,

and always examine the outliers.

But nothing is quite as comfortable

as a cloudy sky,

a cup of tea,

and a day spent soaking in words.

[sanddollarpoems]

You yawn

And I realize

You haven't heard

A word

I've spoken.

You aren't interested

In the things

I care about.

You may not even

Be interested

In me.

[sanddollarpoems]

Through the ocean of clouds

The moon finds her way

Upon the silent hills

Streaming down a pale gaze

Tears from the heavens

Still slowly soaking in

As the trees shudder

At the dampness in the wind

The moon smiles softly

At those who catch her light

The restless few still awake

Turning faces to the sky

[sanddollarpoems]

I pull myself together

Trying to tuck in

The frayed edges

And loose strings

I pull myself up

Trying to look composed

Trying to breath slowly

While slowly losing it

I pull myself along

Trying to keep going

Trying not to fall

Through the cracks in the walls

[sanddollarpoems]

Lost in the weeds

I wish they would reach over me

A fort grown out of seeds

Let me be a wild thing

[sanddollarpoems]

I hold my breath

The spinning

Makes me feel

Off balance

Like I'm losing my mind

Or my lunch

Gut punch

A text from my dad

Blaming "the dems"

But I'm one of them

Does that mean

He hates me too?

Suffer in silence

It's easier not to talk

When what I have to say

Is wrong to them

Family relations

Tribulations

Aren't we all the same?

I hold my breath

Count the years

I tried so hard

To walk in the right

Blinding light

Close your eyes

And compromise

I just couldn't ...

[sanddollarpoems]

Gold Rush - Sanddollarphotography, March 2026

[sanddollarpoems]

I feel like there's too little magic.

I understand that adults don't have time

to go searching through the flowers for fairies;

our heads are too heavy to lift to the sky

in hopes of catching sight of a falling star,

But I feel like there's too little magic.

We shoulder the weight of our dead dreams,

carrying them like fallen comrades,

unable to leave them behind to be chewed up by the jaws of inevitability.

We trudge on through all the things we never asked for,

debts that were never ours to pay,

trying to "be cool" but all the while suffocating in the air of isolation.

I feel like there's too little magic.

Not that the world lacks magic,

but that the pursuit of magic has become shameful.

As if finding the will to live

is some kind of privileged toxicity ruining our perspective of reality.

I refuse.

I want to find more magic.

I want to be more magical.

I can not allow my inner child the abuse of suffering in silence.

I feel like there's too little magic, and that's something that needs to change.