Piano on beach

Waves lap at its white feet

Why is it on beach?

(this is stupid ik, but its getting really late and i need to save my streak...

Walking up to the beautiful instrument,

The gold lining takes me to my past.

Oh gosh, I’m home at last.

Memories flow in,

Of the plinking keys.

I’m free.

Black key,

White keys,

Each one holding a different tune.

And as I return the present,

The melody still carries on,

Ready for a new dawn....

I couldn’t believe it! A piano right on the edge of the tide where I take my morning walks. I hadn’t played since high school, but I couldn’t resist shaking off the rust in this unusual settings. I love my 5am walks on this beach. Alone with the sounds of the ocean-at least I though I was alone. As I struggled through playing “Clocks” by Coldplay a burst of sand erupted around me and the piano and...

I come here every day.

No matter if it’s raining,

No matter if it’s pouring.

Every morning it looks the same.

No matter who’s there,

No matter if they stare.

But…it’s different today?

It looked so unique and free.

I just wish it was me.

That’s until I realized…

That beautiful creature was you.

And from then my feelings only grew.

You were breathtaking.

Like a swan, you were graceful.

Like th...

Walking the beach like I do every morning, I noticed this object in the distance I had never seen before. I quickly approached it and studied it for a few minutes. Something was telling me to touch the strange black-and-white objects. I slowly reached my hand out and touched the objects. An incredible noise came from the peculiar thing. “What could this wonderful thing be?” I thought. I pressed an...

The water washed the sand from her toes. It felt soft and silky. Apart from the sound of the waves, everything was still. Lana savored the quiet and the moment of being alone. The horizon was glowing red; night was falling. _I should head back before Elowyn starts worrying_, she thought. She nudged a seashell with her foot and turned to leave.

Then she stopped.

Where there had been nothing but s...

As I walk on this beach I hear a song that draws me closer. It’s so sweet so smooth. It sounds like a large orchestra. I can see the the glimmer of the shining wood but it only 7 play that I see standing.

As I get closer the sound get bigger but I can’t see the faces of the players. But when I get to the instruments there just sitting in the sand of the beach all crack and ruined.

But the sweet ...

As the sun crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, she strolled along the shore, the rhythmic pulse of the waves lapping at their feet. She had walked this path every morning, a comforting ritual that allowed her to lose herself in the serenity of the ocean. But today was different.

There, embedded in the sand like some ancient relic, stood an ornate piano, its intricat...

Trying to fit in

Doesn’t seem hard

But when your

me it’s so difficult you

Feel like you have

To be like the rest but

You just have to drown your

Sorrows instead trying to

Look like the rest all

Pretty and perfect

But im not perfect I’m a mess...

The gentle lapping of the waves against the early-morning beach sings to me like a mother sings a lullaby to her coveted baby. I sway my head side to side, snap my fingers, and smile along to the tune. The wind whips at my hair and my lips taste of sea salt. Brine and the scent of sea creatures fills my senses, the warmth of the rising sun confirming all the promises of a new day.

I look around ...