Poetry with literally no inspiration.
Figure me as ADHD with no expiration.
Definitely never gon\' see the sea I said and Said The Sky said to me and then I went and saw the sky and sea and see I saw eyes sore with glee.
The sea saw me.
Waved back at height.
Splashback flashback in my eyes.
Insult me, salty.
Yeah, nevermind.
Coastal shore saw seagull soar.
Saw sour seething seeds of storm.
Flashbang flashbung flash bash and flung.
The sea it tore at the sky.
Sight lies on shore at rocks and more.
At shells that sail the wind.
Small and light, they take flight.
Sharp and brittle, hit all belittled little
People.
And out, the storm it went.
Shout.
The storm it went.
Out.
The storm, it went.
And now the storm it went.
Sunset.
Set sun.
Setting story with sunset.
Let the met office regret the list of rain and tick off the sunset.
Which came so quick.
And white to red.
I like the red light like limelight lines on lines of life on live animals.
Had em all like cannibal.
Shadows fall, and that is all.
For black and yellow and blue.
Now it\'s just red and white.
Sea sailing for two?
One? No, now none now not bright.
And the sunset goes.
Like the moon does light.
Up the sky with bruises of where dare step light.
And stars do form where the beams of dead light did.
And one by one. Each will ignite it.
The sky.
One by one.
They all fall down.
Round and round.
The sky goes brown.
Boom and pow and black now.
As the fireflies do light up the sky when no one is left around.
And now they wait for the fire to fly back around.
For the sunrise rises questions of what\'s really lost when nothing\'s found.