The elevation of the waves shrouded the night sky in a shimmering wall of salt water, lingering for the briefest of moments before crashing back down with an echoed thud. The storm rattled the Earth, tugging at the water like a puppet master with strings and bending it to its will -- orchestrating chaos.

Otheseus watched from the mainland, eyes narrowed against the whipping winds, occasionally c...

**~Vesper’s POV~ **

I shifted into something firm in my sleep. It was warm so I didn’t open my eyes. I snuggled into it more, enjoying the warmth. I smiled.

Then I felt a hand brush some hair out of my face. It was gentle and adoring. My smile widened and I snuggled into the warmth again.

I didn’t want to wake up. Whatever was in bed with me was firm, but gentle and warm. I needed warm. I could...

I think i’m done

I think

It’s over

I’ve been

sent-

pushed

shoved

over the edge

I honestly don’t know how I lasted this long

The ocean can taste my screams as i hurl words into the void

The sea can feel my broken heart as i dip my toes in the water

My tears see my fears

The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro

They know

I walk to my waist

It p...

Heralded memories, horribly disgraced

Hallowed bond, laid tragically to waste

True love sacred

Stained to hatred

Like a violent drowning

Tossing me around

It

Dethrones

It

Disowns

It

Shatters my soul

It

Chisels

It

Collapses

It

Carves a sinkhole

It

Punishes the shoreline

It

Tears down my naked shrine

All jagged and barbed

Knifelike and slicing

Birthed of my own devising

What started as ripples

Ba...

I sat in the car seat when I was five.

I watched, but didn’t listen, as they squabbled. Little hand pressed to tiny ears, I blocked it out.

And that’s when they asked me.

“Mommy or Daddy?”

They bounced their opinions back and forth, like a painful tennis match.

The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro.

They asked relentlessly, but I never answered.

And so they split me in hal...

Water is a very relatable thing to me. Preferably ocean waters you see.

Like myself, the waters know

what it means to be battered to and fro. Waves crash onto the shore.

Nonstop

Constantly going and moving without seeing a solid rock.

Nonstop

It calmly flows while breaking on the inside,

Being admired on the outside.

Just like the ocean waters,

I’m always going to and fro.

Nonstop

My head s...

The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro. It despairs at the blood spilled within its depths. With every hurricane, they reach out for comfort to be met with disappointment as humans run away in fear.

The only person who kindly responds to them is me.

But I am moving out of state in a few days to a place where oceans can’t go. My dad got promoted at his finance job, and that requi...

The waters knew what it was to be battered to and fro. They had long given up asking why, having realized that questioning the relentless push and pull was as useful as asking a paper towel why it absorbs coffee spills. So they simply went with it.

Every morning, like clockwork, they were nudged awake by the wind, poked and prodded by the tide. The waters didn’t mind this at first—it was part of ...

Sea

Ocean tides

Waves and wind

Powers of the water

Hurricane...

The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro

Hoisted on high like the sails in the sky

With nowhere to go the pirates make landfall each night

When the waves roar and the rum’s all gone

Pirates blame their thirst on the sun

While the captain speaks harshly to his crew

The waves understood that it was too late for the few

who left the solid ground to journey aboard

Not knowing if or wh...