Allsorts

My vast life long and lived and drank and thrived
but the raging waters crashing my homeland.
Loss is all grieving souls screaming for help
Soulless bodies washed up on the shore
Whimpering families begging for their sons back
But there’s one thing about the sea: it never forgives and never repents.
The crushing harbours and roaring seas, why am I living here?
Where are the long and tall colossal trees to help us?
This is a rebirth of the world.
Fear hits me, shivers down my spine
My courage for standing my ground slowly trembles
I must brace and say my final words.

I know it’s time to go
All my memories are on the wall
I need to complete my goal
I need to live more year
I have a place to be
The mention of the sea
With my friends on beach
Floating for my life
I don’t have a place to be
I’m drifting on the sea
With my house friends
It’s all memories

It’s that day, the day of death,
The day of no will, the day of last words.
I’m scared,
I shouldn’t die yet,
Or should I?
I’m weaker, they’re crashing harder,
The waves are too strong.
It was such a perfect place,
Only to become a disgrace.
I was supposed to protect this family, what family?
I can’t do this for long,
I have failed this job,
I’ll now try again,
In another life and maybe next time
I won’t fail,

I might not have long left. But
I know it’s time to say goodbye to my loved ones.

But as a house.
A single wave was my enemy.
My biggest enemy as I watch it END my family
With nothing to do to help.

I felt so heartbroken.
Now all I want is one thing.

REVENGE!

Today is the day I leave,
to join the hidden souls taken away by the sea.
My parts?
Swept away by the cruel tidal waves of the one who pulverises hope.
My people have abandoned me
My will to live fades every day,
My fate… has been sealed.

Life is a pointless lie,
made by the villainous sea as a joke,
as life is a synonym of peril,
I stand on a measly sea stack,
soon to be a stump.

We are the smoke that clouds the sky.
We are the blade about to end your life.
We are the ones who wrote the end.
We are the predators with an unending hunger.
We are the weeds in a perfect road.
We are the virus plunging the world into chaos.
We are the wrong unable to be made right.

The beach is where all secrets hide
Hidden whispers buried in the tide
The beach is where the memories last
The first thing you think of when you think of your past
The beach is where you have fun
The only place where you don’t have to run
Where salt meets skin and hearts feel free
The beach is the best memory
From jumping through the gentle waves
To looking for treasure in hidden caves
The beach is where you can be free
The beach is where I am me

The sea is my enemy

The only one I have

It stares at me mockingly, chuckling evilly

As it crashes into me relentlessly, many of us have fallen

And it seems like I’m next

But remember one thing before I go

Us buildings never forgive and most importantly we never forget

Sizzle, Flip, Sizzle
Clang, Drop, Clang
Sausages on the BBQ
Sizzle, Flip, Sizzle

Once a perfect pure place,
Now a soon to be a disgrace.
Walls and halls and photos too,
Maybe next is my roof?

The vicious waves crash on my walls,
Sometimes I think it will take me all at once.
I am a punching bag for the waves,
This is not a game!

This is the last I will speak,
The waves are my enemy!
Help me, please!
People need to stop cutting the trees.