Holiday crowd on the beach
                   watches, in horror,
one slowly walks in to the hands,
extended by merciful sea,
in a mission of self discovery.
Water inch by inch takes him in
when the eyes and ears becomes still
the sea sense takes over,
a new awareness prevails,
and what does he find, now?

The sea is full of voices of pain,
of souls abandoned in water, for ever,
water is full of life, invisible to human eyes,
near the shallow shore,
sitting on a kayak non existent,
an old fisherman laments:
"Dead and gone, in agitated sea, yet
I am  here, they don't count me "
And the girl, who was full of life and love,
her lover gifted her a watery grave,
her body thrown in to water,
floated and drifted around frenzied,
the sea is her home now,
love is the most hated word for her.

The sea then erupts as a cry
waves of tears, salty and thick swell.

The things I carry weigh just three pounds,
But there are three tons of weight
That stay with me all of the time.
When I'm walking, when I'm reading,
Even when I'm sleeping,
These things are always sitting
On my shoulders and poking my head.
 
I always carry my phone,
And my license sits in my wallet with money.
I carry the keys to my car and the key to my soul:
I always carry my iPod
Because music is the lifeline that seems
To hold some weight and give me a break
From those heavy thoughts that
Always weigh me down.

I carry the brain that produces these thoughts,
The place where they linger.
The intelligent brain that gives me good grades
But frustrates me with the uncontrollable
Switching from highs to lows.
I carry the hope for a good future
Filled with love and happiness
But the fear of failure, too.

I carry insecurities with me,
Although I'd much rather leave them behind.
I carry the absence of my father,
As well as the fear that this absence
Will affect me more than it already has.
I carry bad habits that might get worse,
And the pressure to do well and succeed
Despite these overbearing thoughts.

I noticed her eyes for the first time today
They are the prefect shade of blue

I love so few
I love so little
And the ones that i do
Don't love me back

Cheer up little pal,
We are always here for you,
I think of you too!!

*~Marian~

It didn't matter what anyone thought.

She was living her dreams, never questioning the validity of her being.

She was, seeing, for the first time.

It’s confusion like a bad stutter
Deceptive confusion
Organized clutter
Oh, how her eyes flutter
Oh, how she flirts with me… still somehow I can’t get her
She’s a tease, she’s such a tease
She plays this game with ease
I just want to be with her, the word on the tip of my tongue is ‘please’
She’s been with everyone else but keeps me friend zoned
Keeps me at bay
She can’t do this to me, it’s not right… this is just not okay
She knows that if she gave in I would do anything for her
Oh, how every fiber of my being hungers and yearns to know her
She pays me minimal attention… and yet every move that I make is for her
It’s hard to read her intentions
So I take the next step slower
But I want to leap…to take a risk
Embrace her and never let go
Have her ear, force her to listen and hear me speak
I need to let her know
That I will never stop chasing after her
Me…? Give up? I digress
Forever wooing this enchantress society calls ‘Success’.

I’m about to do something genius
I’m about to do…
Guess what I’m about to do
I’m about to do something with these lines
I’m about to do something that probably has never been done in previous times
Writers’ police will want me for these literary crimes
Awesome, crazy and fun times
I’m about to have
I’m about to teach a lot of new words to mimes… that should make them laugh
See what I did there?
Like a whale taking a breath… I’m back up
Now take a moment to read this poem from the previous line… all the way back up.