BRING THE PAIN

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tide meets rock.

Faces hide in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE PICTURE

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Art comes alive with the artist’s stroke.

It bounces from the white page

in alternating shades of the rainbow.

The green eyes entice and ensnare.

The fur flows and ebbs in blues and pink.

It has stepped out from the mere page

to come alive for me and you.

IT WAITS

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It waits.

It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

Goodbye to all.

BE THERE

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 The Burn by Jason Chong on 500px

The colors.

The force.

The salty air.

The warm breeze.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

Be there with it.

FORCE WITH NO END

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Waves hit the rocks

With frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

Sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

Coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

Atelophobia

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Book of the week: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

It has a name.

Atelophobia.

Why do some of us 

strive for perfectionism?

Were we born with this,

or taught to behave this way?

It forces unattainable 

and unrealistic goals

upon us.

Once these goals aren’t reached,

we fall down far,

some into depression.

We should try to be our best,

our best within our capabilities,

and not some else’s version of perfect.

Our own attainable goals

will bring us contentment

and happiness.

HIT ME HARD

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Photographer Veselin Malinov captured this incredible shot of enormous waves along the coast of Portugal

Hit me hard.

Pummel my walls.

Reach my tower.

Dim my light.

But I still stand strong.

Wash away my tears.

Flood my floors.

Climb my sides.

But I still stand strong.

Darken the skies.

Blacken the night.

Moan in fury.

But I will always stand strong.

THE WAVES

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Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O

THE WAVES

Lined up like sentries.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Eying the shoreline.

Storm at their backs.

Wind at their sides.

Sun setting above.

Sea ripples below.

Sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Sky opens up.

Water rains down from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

Winds pick up their pace.

They hit the sand with force.

Lines of soldiers.

Shoulder to shoulder.

As one.

FACE THE WIND

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

For time to pass.

The world to change.

But day by day.

People come and go.

Live their short lives.

Leaving no change at all.

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THE SEA

It fights for its path.

Grinding down rocks.

Swallowing debris whole.

It roars to the shore.

Waiting for no one.

Its might is its right.

To be here for ever more.

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CARRY ON

Hit me.

Strike me.

I will carry on.

Soak me.

Shake me.

I will carry on.

Sink me.

Drown me.

I’ll still be here.

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