Shipwreck
A piece of me broke off at sea, tumbling through the waves for all eternity. I didn't even know a piece of me was missing, til I looked down to sea. Hard to sea, the piece missing indeed. I can feel the sharp edges all around me , waiting for the waves to smooth me out for all the Gods to sea. Piece of me drifting in the sea, wondering why the Gods wanted me. I'm just a piece of glass, broken at sea, nothing special you sea. Wondering why the gods chose me, to be without my bottle for all eternity. Just a broken piece of glass waiting to sea, what the gods have in store for me. Once was sharp but now I sea. Smooth edges all around me. I'll never fit back in my bottle now you sea. For the gods made something new out of me. Beautiful sea glass, tumbling through the waves for all eternity.
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Kallie Venturini
Integrity-doing the right thing when no one is looking.
💗Living life like a rich 1940s housewife, in an elegant black and white movie, falling in love with Elvis in every lifetime. Singing American Standard's for eternity.
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When doves cry : What am i ? A sparrow beneath the trees? A squirrel in the leaves? Cause all i want to do is feel a breeze but seems like the weight of the world is on my wings. Dreaming of the sky, thats so high, but the sparrows have me tied to this tree, moving me from branch to branch. Making me think im free. Wanting to touch the sky but only getting to the leaves. When you want to fly away but your locked to a tree, its hard to see. Everything blends in but i know, i know the sky and the sky knows me . So why am i tied to this tree? Squirrels coming and going with new string, only making me think im free but im still tied to this tree. I thought i made it out but the string is just longer now. Whats so scary about the sky? Is it cause it so high? They are so low , and they will never know the feelings in my heart and the dreams of my wings beneath the stars. But they dont care. They just want me tied to the tree, cause that the easy thing. To make me think im a squirrel in there world, but im just a dove trying to break free. But they dont want me to see me , in there cold world. Been looking at the ground so long, how could i have known. I wasnt a sparrow, just a dove trying to see its self . Still Tied to this tree, dreaming of the skys and sea. Been in the dark so long, my soul has forgotten what the moonlight feels like. Why wont they just let me go. Let me fly. But they would just rather me cry.
By Kallie Venturini2 years ago in Poets
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This was so poignant yet so beautiful! Loved it so much!
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