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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required cant believe the make believe and speak as it was spoken forced to bite my tongue and break into the ocean slipped off ledges filled with glass and entangled in frustration the water left its mark, and passed and stole me from inflation sinking down i begin to think of things i never knew like why the grass is greener, and what if it was blue the colors my eyes have seen could be different all the same from yours or there's or anyone's, and those whose sights restrained the smell of salt and scales, have filled me once again and left me without thought of hope and breathing to begin all life was lost, it was my past, distraught and always broken to begin where i had once began, and strive towards the ocean fought with sea and ship, with bays and freshwater shores to end up sinking once again, in thoughts that could be yours the hole inside my lungs collapse and fill me with the void the water taking back its past, and culling me to shore i rise and rise till all i see, is hidden in a dream i wake to find the water soaked, into my shaky skin burning lungs and boiling eyes, from pressures of the base the things i see have taken shape, brought me into shame the legs i flail, and arms i toss, have helped me once before but all has changed, and all is lost, to the ocean floor. -Christopher R. Pitts Form: verse? *was one of the first poems i wrote that made me want to keep writing. i still love reading it.*
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