Full of Water

Full of Water

A Poem by Julianna Marie

We can throw
what others have thrown,
but we cannot create
what others have maimed.
We can breathe
where others have gasped,
but we cannot kiss
where others have battled.

As if screaming would prove
that we still had fight
left in us--

We speak in waves and 
bear lips chapped
by sea salt,
we tread water until
it looks like drowning,
until we are drowning.
And they say,
"Some men never live,
and some men never die,"
but we're all underwater tonight!

We were treading water,
we were mostly composed
of water,
we laugh in water,
we hurt in water,
but we cannot
walk across it.

You cannot die another's death,
but you surely can live
another's life--
There is a difference between believing
in ghosts,
and becoming one.
You surely 
you cold bat in a ribcage,
you blind old bat full of water,
you surely can live!

There was a fight left in all of us:
our hands on the wrists of sunrays,
our minds like cameras, 
creating images
to last forever
in milliseconds,
creating images,
by shutters and clicks.

We can stay
where others have left,
but we cannot build mountains
out of craters,
and make craters
feel like mountains,
whilst we
in water,
our hearts full
of water.

© 2011 Julianna Marie

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Added on September 11, 2011
Last Updated on October 1, 2011


Julianna Marie
Julianna Marie

Seattle, WA

I'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..