Clocks ticking until push comes to shove Left, right—try to find answers to problems you cannot solve These inherent troubles life chooses to give How one season changes in one's life left to live Changes go, changes give you the choice To find yourself—when times are hard, choose to hear your voice Because when waves arise and the sun goes away It's you, and only you, who could find your way Even when the sand sinks and swallows you whole Look up and see the battlefield consume your soul For if the heart is teeming with words left unsaid Life will be bloody—far from deep blue, but sea of red
Back when things are fine and love is sweet Cherish it, we did, but blind are we to its evident exit Should they say that we are meant for each other I'll laugh and hope that they'll realize later That love is never the thing to ever stay still It always leaves you then renews against your will And then, in the sway of wind against the waves I'll call for you, deep and buried within the graves Because even if shadows consume all hatred and greed We are like sea and sand, destined to stay discrete For when the mind is full off things wished instead Love will be war—deep blue, ending in sea of red
They said fight for your heart, fight for yourself But I did and sooner than later, I have nothing left Is it better, then, to just remain quiet and serene To never let anyone know you've been hurting within? Because even if love is there to hear all you say Why are you so sure it will always be here every day? And in nature, the sun shines even though the moon is on its way Follow your course, they say, but what if the path is all to sway Meanwhile, I dig trenches with my feet as I walk the sand I think about love, life, and everything revolving this land For when the eyes peered deeper at the troubled soul, lost and dead Belief will be our salvation—almost deep blue, but really, sea of red
Clocks will be thinking until time withers completely Up and down, find love even if this world is greedy Inside the problems left by the life we are forced to live Find your peace that only you can weave Change is part of our cycle—with love found and love lost But even when times are hard, find meaning in these goodbyes Because, in the end, you don't know how much you cost So be free and find meaning in Heaven's eyes I digress, because I know everything is bound to end someday I see the end drawing near as the night turns into gray Somehow, I find joy in moments not planned ahead So live through life—deep blue, but all the while, sea of red
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I have no idea what this poem means. Really. Following the personal success of Sandcastles, Falling Waves, I thought it's a good idea to make another poem with the same format. Not necessarily that I have a topic in mind. I just wanted to replicate it. So now, you have this poem that even now, I don't know its meaning nor its interpretation.
But hey, art can be interpreted in a whole lot of ways.
How about you? What does this poem mean to you? Comment below. :)
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