Under My Sofa

A Drop in the Ocean | Guest poetry 4

Yes, the guest poetry segment is back! Once again I'm blown away by the incredible poems y'all leave me in the comments, so let's get into it.

First, by Everlydream from the chapter Hypotheses:

Well isn't it a lovely day?
My haunting thoughts at bay
I find myself in peace
Looking out of the window with ease
The tiny droplets patter by
The rushing vehicles scutter by
By that isn't the point
It's the rhythmic tune
Upon the window pane
The chit chat, ugh, isn't it pain?
To find ones mind
In the constant rush
To find ones mind
In the constant much
For me the point is to be me
That no one's flawlessly perfect
But that's not their fault
Not fault but a perfectly with flaw

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My embarrassingly short response for her:

You did it again
Fucked with my heart in the pouring rain
How is it true
That with lined way too few
You can shift my view?
It's pouring outside right now
And though I know why and how
I still think it's for you
I don't know if it's love or hate
This feeling you extricate
That poetry reinstates
But I know that it's pretty great
I know it's a little late
But in keeping with time and fate
The page is still white
And you should still write

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Next up by @the_same_me who has been incredible with their constant support and this beautiful poem, from the chapter Grey:

When the light cracks the skies
And thunders a response
To a random passer by
That littered and clustered
The space between my mind

As the skies gather
And fold themselves in two
They weep for the father
That watched as they grew
And never seemed to offer

So when the ocean falls
Into gently folded waves
And knocks at my walls
I'll climb out of my window
And answer it's calls

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I was absolutely blown away by how melancholy yet hopeful this poem was at the same time, so here's my reply which took way longer than it should have done:

A sweeping ocean, a solitary sea
Why is it, I ask, that it seems so like me?
Watching swift water that shifts and roils
A longing inside of me slowly uncoils
I would dance with the waves til my very blood boils
Writhe like the water and leave my home soils
I would mount the white horses that break on the shore
And whisper them comfort over the sea's mighty roar
You see, the white tips of the flying waves
Are free in their dance and majestic untamed
But the second their hooves touch the solid ground
They shatter with nought but a rumbling sound
They are tamed the way all horses break
The mares of the night: any woman's to take
Their energy scattered up into the sky
Bitter and fast to attack those that lie
Asleep in their beds on lifeless earth
They gift them with dreams of the roiling surf
But it is an affront to the people of land
The quail from the power that breaks on the sand
Preferring the stillness under their feet
While my heart and soul dance to the sea's restless beat
They have their night mares, broken and tamed
I have the white waves, their kinship I claimed
Swept along in the current and tasting the salt
I deem myself as a white-tipped colt
Restless and wild and so much a part of the sea
That the very shore could shatter me

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Once again, thank you to both @the_same_me and Everlydream and check out both their profiles because they're amazing people.

Feel free to leave poetry in the comments, even if you don't want me to use it in this book.

Thank you for reading.

Alex xxx