restless and relentless

that year i posted anonymously
and didn’t share my poetry
with anyone i know was the safest i’ve ever been,
sharing sin
with strangers
doesn’t have the same sense of danger,
now i get nauseous and cautious
cause stories about us
are rotten and poisonous,
the solace
of an unknown audience
is gone and my conscience
has grown restless
cause the ink is relentless,
every time
i walk away from the rhyme
i crash
into phrases against the dash,
blind cadaver thrust through the windshield
of perfect hindsight
desperate to write
one more beautiful dream
to survive this stream
of unforgiven memories
that merge into nightmares and tease
me with the threat
that my delusion was the best love
i’ll ever get -
It’s been centuries, but the sea never stops trying to climb the shoreline and if that’s not a metaphor for never giving up then I don’t know what is. You can’t lose till you quit. You won’t drown till you stop swimming. And if humans are born 75% water then you are made of more seaside than flesh. You are an ocean; your smile is the horizon; your eyes are the water’s edge. You carry the seven seas under your skin and every part of your soul is rushing forward towards the shoreline; towards your purpose. So be restless for success. Relentless as the waves. Because your tsunami tide is coming.
—  @mentamo
It’s been centuries, but the sea never stops trying to climb the shoreline and if that’s not a metaphor for never giving up then I don’t know what is. You can’t lose till you quit. You won’t drown till you stop swimming. And if humans are born 75% water then you are made of more seaside than flesh. You are an ocean; your smile is the horizon; your eyes are the water’s edge. You carry the seven seas under your skin and every part of your soul is rushing forward towards the shoreline; towards your purpose. So be restless for success. Relentless as the waves. Because your tsunami tide is coming.
—  @mentamo