Weather the salty seas.

This salty prose/poem became alive by use of visual typography while navigating the deep seas of the world my mind thinks. Stream of consciousness.

You know, I feel 

like I’m catching wind in my sails a little bit, 

I see 

somewhat of a horizon line ahead of me. 

Sunlights cheering me on, 

birds all chirping, chanting, 

I steer my ship sail lightly. 

Gusts of wind propelling us, mightily; 

like vikings 

we steer forward. 

Crashing waves grasping us, 

cusping our fight�" laughing at us, 

playing with us, 

throwing 

u s

 

a ll 

a r ound; 

splashing about, 

sloshing around my whisky; make sure to hold on tightly. 

Not only 

for the rich singing 

of smashing bottles, 

but 

for the desire to move forward towards the beauty that calls me. 

Erasing the volume of all things, 

and bringing a simple wish, 

a simple dream, 

whispering so 

quietly your 

eyes strain 

to see that 

it was 

exactly 

what you 

thought 

was being said; 

        and what auspicious glorification that realization brings.    

With eyes on a sight so divine- 

to hear a song, almost tantalizing, 

coming from your heart and your chest, 

beating all around, 

such a mess 

admits the chaos of all live things. 

To hear 

what it is 

your heart has said, 

has sung, sings to you; 

is to achieve 

a sense of 

trust within you, 

to believe your song

sung. 

To the bloom and fruition 

from your crimson fertilization 

of hard work and dedication. 

In celebration 

of your fantasizations 

and visions 

becoming tangible 

and 

more delectable

than you dreamed. 

Hold tight 

with knuckles white 

because 

once it's gone 

nothing 

can ease the feeling of loss 

occurring, and that only 

creeps slowly when it 

starts, but once it 

grows it

growls and 

barks 

viciously. 

Refusing to lose, 

defying the odds, 

you start to find joy 

in your distraction

/focus. 

Mesmerized by 

how mesmerizing 

something could be; 

captivating 

all your senses 

almost innately 

so you forget 

what, why, 

        or how, 

    and now 

all the body can do 

is persevere and the mind 

must believe it will succeed 

soaringly. 

and the waves crash on, 

further more; probably still are, 

ripped my sail to shreds 

with those manic shakes, they did. 

Destroyed all my items, 

soiled my clothes, 

but here i am playfully laughing. 

More contagious than i thought, 

giddy still, 

even after i counted to three. 

It's fun to find something you love 

and run to it, 

its fun to prove yourself worthy 

of your most treasured thing, exhilarating 

to know you're going to absolutely deserve 

the victory you take pleasure in achieving. 

Until you realize 

everyone else 

is having fun, 

and you're 

the only one 

standing in that there thunder storm; 

with people being like 

"hey stormy sally, could ya, 

could ya not stand so close to me"? 

It's like until 

you laugh joyously 

while ya strike out 

with leaps and twirls, 

adrenaline filled sprints, 

or anything fun 

when done wet 

while pouring' rain drenches you, 

you'll just be wet 

and cold, 

feel left out, sad 

and alone. 

But once you have fun, 

other people have fun too, 

then it is fun, 

and not as gloomy 

      and blue 

      as you 

      remember it 

  to be. 

Because happiness 

is better than what you're used to. 

The wind that's swaying me, 

also dries me up tickling my skin, 

I itch for encouragement and my raspy fabrics 

snap back 

with delight. 

Waves clapping, 

I realize this journey is not daunting, 

for I am with friends. 

The oceans rhythm begins calming me 

while my thirsting tongue strips my salty lips; 

eyes sting, as they catch sight of harmony. 

The kind so bright�" it had to be the light 

striking down from the 

  sky itself, 

parting    the clouds 

  for you; showing you 

  that you have a value 

and why, 

might they care for you? 

All of this battle here was to convince you t

o release control and put trust in          every

thing

surrounding 

          you, 

once you release and let g

o, 

somehow 

it truly is 

better 

than 

you've ever 

known. 

Somehow 

you really 

did done land here, 

upon exactly where 

you thought 

you'd never see; 

and the colors 

and the smells 

are far better 

than you ever conceived. 

You mightier here, 

brightier here, 

  excited here. 

There is pleasure in everything 

even that which brings you 

excruciating pain, 

never at the immediate place or time�" 

usually if then, we're doing it wrong. 

But the pleasure comes after the matter, 

when you become exactly what you always dreamed

and its because its supposed to be. We're meant to be

the greatest we can be, fulfilling the bucket lists, and 

dreams we've held since being kids. 

           Give yourself your greatest victory and achievement.

. that  

and once we release our trust 

to everything surrounding us

The birds and leaves begin ringing

what the f**k is it that i see? he said, hitting his head

f**k if I knew. [shrugging] 

but mesmerized I’ve been

since 

I caught sight 

of such things.

like what? they ask

wonder, pondering

hands to their forehead,

lips pursing;

I look them straight in the eyes

and admit honestly, 

its

something I’m striving for

believing in, 

nurturing.

I'm trying to create something?

Author's Note

I just felt it.

Reviews

[keith]

form can make or break
words are toys of thoughts
thoughts are the art of the mind

give yourself a 'hell yeah' on this one!
took some serious time before i found myself here
well worth the time

[Unknown Poet]

I enjoyed the flow felt myself in the this writing... :)

[Unknown Poet]

I enjoyed the flow felt myself in the this writing... :)

[Insight "MH"]

A stunning poem, I especially loved this imagery:

"The oceans rhythm begins calming me
while my thirsting tongue strips my salty lips"

[Chris]

...and I felt it through your thoughts...

[Veronica Staehle]

:-), so glad somebody did!