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Pelicans dive bomb the ocean

 Seagulls scavenge above the desert-like land

Crash

Crash

 Each wave nears as the minutes go by

I draw pansies in the sand, pretending to be an artist

I will never leave

Beach

Thoughtful, content

Screeching, squawking, singing, seagulls

Salty cool ocean breeze

Contentedly engraving heart on a sunny, sandy beach

At peace

Waves are crashing
Seagulls cawing in the distance
One lonely girl

As I draw in the sand,
I think of you.
And the love that we had,
That couldn’t continue.

As I draw a heart,
I think of our love.
It was a part of my life,
Thats now all gone.
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Yesterday, he broke my heart,

And the pieces flew everywhere.

I came here so I could put it

Back together. The trouble is,

There are still cracks running through it,

And some pieces are missing.

It's almost beyond repair.

I lay it in the sand and get to my feet.

I gather the prettiest shells,

And build a new heart.

"There", I say to myself.

"All fixed".

As she sat down,

the warm sand opened

her thoughts with its

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Sand, wind

Fingers on the ground

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As the waves come closer to the shore

I can hear the ocean roar

Still I sit on the damp sandy beach

Wondering what lessons life still has to teach

For my love  I draw a heart

Who seems to be a world apart

But here I sit, feeling alone

While you're in another time zone

Looking out to the sea, I hope and pray

This heart I drew doesn't get washed away

So into the heart I place seashells

A place forever our love to dwell

Soon to be home to see you again

But for now, this sandy heart is my friend

As the waves come closer to the shore

I can hear the ocean roar

Still I sit on the damp sandy beach

Wondering what lessons life still has to teach

For my love  I draw a heart

Who seems to be a world apart

But here I sit, feeling alone

While you're in another time zone

Looking out to the sea, I hope and pray

This heart I drew doesn't get washed away

So into the heart I place seashells

A place forever our love to dwell

Soon to be home to see you again

But for now, this sandy heart is my friend

Why? Why are you drawing a flower on the sand if the rain might come? If the tide might come in?Will you watch the flower wash away? Or will you protect the flower so it will be on the sand forever, for everybody to see?

While you draw, the wind blows. Other pieces of sand goes with the wind. Will you're drawing go with the wind? Will you're drawing slowly disapear, sand grain by sand grain.

All these questions but no answers. Why?

The waves were calm

The sand was warm

From that day on

She’d be forever forlorn

She met him there

She lost her breath

How she would fare

Would feel like death

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Gown made of silk flapping in the wind
Incredible white sand getting carved into imaginative carvings
Right to left her dark brown hair swings in the wind with all the sand around her
Lying on the hot sand drawing all she can think of

It is a warm day, so I decide to walk to the beach.

When I get there I walk until I find a section of beach that is deserted.

I sit down in the warm sand, and draw a heart.

The heart is empty, but if I were in love, I would put his initials in it.

I'm not in love, and this makes me very sad.

I will leave this heart for somone else to put her and his initals in.

I will leave this heart until the wind blows it away.

Reminiscing  in the breeze
As the wind pushes my wavy hair away from my delicate shoulders
The sun is bright, but the air is cool

I think about him,
His perfect goofy smile
The twinkle in his eye every time I smile

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I looked at the distance,
Past the person in front of me.
Then I took off running,
As fast I could to the rolling sea.
I stared beyond the waves,
I stared beyond the sun.
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January 9

He smiles at me in the hallway. I am surprised and excited, so I rush off.

January 16

He sits next to me at lunch, of his own volition.

January 25

He asks me if I want to go to the football game with him. I say yes.

February 4 

We are almost always together. He walks me to class and to the bus.

February 9

He takes me to the Santa Monica beach. I sit in the sand and draw a heart, with our initials in it. He takes my picture without my knowledge. As I turn to smile at him, a wave washes the heart away.

February 10

I see him with the lead cheerleader, talking.

February 11

I see the duo laughing, as if at a private joke.

February 12

I ask him about it. He says it's a project for school. But they aren't in any of the same classes or clubs.

February 13

I seehim going over to her house. He texts me later, saying that he needs some time.

February 14: Midnight

I break up with him in a text. I am crying. He never replies.

February 14: Afternoon

I go back to the beach where we went together. I say to the waves, "if only I had noticed that little warning...". I say to the sand, "thanks for nothing." I say to myself, "What a fine Valentine's Day this turned out to be."

From rock to dust, stone to sand,

From boulder washed to grains.

The crashing waves are calmed and softened,

And roll ‘cross His own hand.

The nat’ral way of life is all,

But somehow we work to void it.

We light the fires, and sound the horn,

But there’s something that we miss.

Silence.  We miss the silence.

We miss the flowing spring so clear.

The potent love of nature’s kindness;

The calmness of the sea.

Yet somewhere, somehow lost in thought,

The Devil makes a plan.

To rid the world of good and love,

With evil, hate and smog.

If only silence, happiness,

Could fill the world again,

And the rocks we grind to dust,

Will refill the beach with sand.

Smooth, slippery sands

White granules run through my hands

I sit on the white, white shore

Peace reverberating to my core

I feel the warm summer breezes

It’s playful  tail, my hair it teases

In the sand my hand does etch

A simple yet striking sketch

Nothing more than a heart it seems to be

But it is my love for this place, where I am free to be me.

Tracing Hearts

She spent the day

Tracing hearts in the sand;

Look out at the ocean,

Wondering what her life had planned.

Her hair blew in the wind

As she stared out at the sea;

Her future, what she would do,

Was all a mystery.

Her shadow was someone

She couldn’t recognize.

For too long she had been seeing

Through closed eyes.

Her fingers traced hearts

In the soft, fine grains.

She would chase her dreams,

Having so little to lose and so much to gain.

I stare myself in the face

Its like im looking at any empty vace

I trace 

My face

The dark shadow shows

My flowy hair and deliciat clothes

On this blank piece of cement

My shadow makes a deep dent

Showing every detail

 To my lightly pianted finger nalis

I just sit and watch

Once in a while i'll check my watch

Until the sun set 

And withit my shadow went.

Her shadow spoke to her often. It wrapped her with comfort, almost as if someone else was there to keep her company. There was an immense depth to it, colors within the gray; feelings, thoughts, and actions. It could travel within cracks and touch that which she couldn't. With it, she was more aware of her surroundings. She would stop and stare at it sometimes, reassured ofherself. The more light there was, the darker it became. Now it was extremely black with a sheen of green. With her shadow she had a purpose. Without it she was lonely. She wasn't part of the world. But of the times she did have her shadow, she was never more sure of her solidarity and her place on the surface of the world. Her shadow was a signal, and let her know she still had a purpose in the world, because she was still alive. Without it, she wasn't always so sure. But because the sun still shined, still touched her and left a stamp of her shape on the ground, she knew she wouldn't be gone so soon. When the day came that the sun meandered through her and the shadow was gone, she would have to rethink her purpose, knowing she had done what she was supposed to. but for now she had her shadow, and she still had her purpose. 

I sit and soak up all the sun

Waiting to begin the fun

The waves are only seconds apart

I pray that they won't wash away my heart

Not the heart in my chest but in the sand

I draw with my fingers as fast as I can

The waves crash upon the shore

And my heart is there no more

I sit here on the sidewalk,

Spelling out your name,

Still wondering,

When will I see you again.

The sun is beating on me,

My skin aches in pain,

Still I sit on this burning sidewalk,

Spelling out your name.

The day is ending shortly,

I still doodle you in hearts,

Maybe you will one day love me

And I'll think back to this day,

When I sat here on this very sidewalk,

Spelling out your name.

an undertow,

told to run against it,

under pressure.

granular millions,

a collective ocean

of difference.

a heartbeat 

of a world washed away by 

comformity.

swelled beyond any known capacity.

introverted nature,

contorted into funnels.

letters written in sand,

proclaiming loudly,

"i was here"

as if no one had taken notice.