Life is an Ocean
Life is an ocean and
You need not find the calmest waters
Or greenest bays
You only need tread water
Without motion,
though we keep breathing
We drown
Life is an ocean
One must only keep treading
-CIS

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Life is an Ocean
Life is an ocean and
You need not find the calmest waters
Or greenest bays
You only need tread water
Without motion,
though we keep breathing
We drown
Life is an ocean
One must only keep treading
-CIS
Loss
It hurts in spurts, As we shuffle our feet past the loss. Though the losses differ, the feelings are the same And perhaps it is not the loss itself we dread, But the feeling of what comes now, in its stead It is the dreadful change, The gaping hole, the void, the fresh cut wound It is the summation of the question, “What comes next?" What lives on in blissful memory Of what we knew, what we lost, Now irrevocably consumed to entropy Slowly paved over and overgrown by time, It is ephemerality we fear most. But lest we forget In all our remembering, There is real wisdom in knowing While the cherished past is gone Our present too is temporary. Beyond the winter's midnights, lies the summer days. Beyond the ugliness, eventually so too will follow beauty, In the flow of tears, so too, in time, laughter drips.
-C.I. Smith
I hate what you did to me And the way you made me feel I hate that you lead me on And how you didn't seem to care I hate the way you opened me up Just to knock me off my feet I hate the way you made me promises That you didn't intend to keep I hate the way you are still on my mind When you have probably forgotten about me I hate the way I still hold out hope That you'll come back into my life Most of all I hate that I forgive you Cause I know I'm not special at all.
Blue
The blues sucking me in the melancholy
A melancholy of chaos, of joys unknown to me
A world as cold as ice that freezes everything it faces
And a world as warm as a strand of some light
Travelling alone from a distance, burning the way
The blues encompass the world in their grasp
A color misunderstood in a thousand right ways.
Procrastination Nation.
The struggle is real.