Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

Welcome to my word.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014


Once when I was young
Only a yesterday ago,
Tomorrow could never seem to reach

In the wind born sails
Of a sea born sky
The buckling beach was ne'er breached
To stay

Through a brine locked heart
On a land locked love
A gailing maelstrom was wont
To sing

The trembles and trials
Of a sea wenches guiles
As she tried to tame the sea man's

Tidepools rose
When sea lines fell
And a zephyr hid midst their

Hermits fled to their shells
when the fog horn cried
I crested, mermaid's purses adorning
My gown

The Wave loomed his head
Foam at his mouth
Churning songs of force
On his breath

So I did what we do
When waves follow through
Gave my shoal bartered
Sans death

Sand lashes my breast
And salt dries in my hair
But the sincere seagull
Sings on

Of the man in the sea
Of heroes, of me
Of the moon that will never
Be gone.

And the shore is now free
Except, maybe, me
As martyr, survivor, not

He will always come back
He will always retreat
Scarring my sand and the dunes
And my feat

Is to always roll back
In with the tide,
Never to run, to drown nor
To hide

Land is the sea
Sea is the land
Return the rocky shoal's embrace.
We are the same.

© 2013-14 Lex Vex

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