it's just as blue fades to black, the white ripple of tide can lead to the kingdom of peace.
my belief fades in and out, sucked deeper into the black hole that is the ocean. swarming with life,
not a care for what i've missed out on. a school of fish, a single tidbit to be plucked out and dissected,
resisting the urge to throw my entire bucket into the fire.
i've never been one for seafood. i don't even care for a taste. nevertheless, i long for the stars.
i'm told that he loves me. i'm told that he is the beacon of light, the glow of an anglerfish
in the darkness of the bone-chilling waters. i tried to swim away, i escaped, yet,
as strong as gravity has on a galaxy, have i been caught in a net, reluctantly pulled back to shore?
did i wash up willingly?
i've been told that there is a hallway full of sand; a trail to the stairway to the stars.
there is but a single question: do i wish to be among them?
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A Perpetual Existence: A Collected Work of Poems and Verse
PoetryHi, I'm Juliana. What you see here is every poem I've ever written (minus a few drafts that I don't feel comfortable posting). Thus, some of them are gems (see An Arbor to the Moon, The Quiet, or Hamster), and others I fully understand if you read t...
