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A Stranger's Face :iconhey-ocean:Hey-Ocean 0 0
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Balloon Animals
Five hours of sleep and Jade, Spencer, and I were out the little red door of 44 Clockhaven Road, forcing ourselves towards the westbound subway platform.  Spencer scowled grudgingly at the sun bouncing off the snow that had fallen on our way home the night before.  Our footprints were nowhere to be found; there was no proof that anyone had trudged, tired, through four a.m.
I hated having to move.  My feet ached from dancing in heels the night before, but Spencer’s legs were up to the task, and he was determined not to be late for work.  I found it astounding that he was going to cater a wedding, miserably hung over.  Jade and I jogged to keep up with him at times, my trench coat flapping and snapping against the wind behind me.  
Eleven a.m. on a Saturday, and the subways were metal twinkies loaded with pedestrian filling.  The three of us squeezed through the opened doors and let our bodies mourn all the occupied seats.  “BALLOON ANIMALS!  BALLOON ANIMALS!  THE BIG KIND, T
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A Zip-line Kind of Love
I flew across the lighted square
To leave the past five years behind.
It’s the end of an era, but I don’t care;
It took more courage than I thought I’d find.
I dreamed of Toronto through your eyes,
But saw it, suspended from the night.
I know you’re down there, riding trains,
But I’m more comfortable at this height.
This zip-line is like loving you
For the terror and wonder it can bring,
But unlike you, the cable holds true
And doesn't let go for anything.
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Literature
Down A Rung
I felt it;
The dissociation.
I’ve slipped blindly
Down a rung.
I don’t know why
Or
Who threw me down here—
What tipped the scales
Was it because I’m sickly?
Are you afraid I’ll drop
Dead
And you won’t get your money?
Are my thoughts too primitive?
Too grotesque?
Darlings,
It’s not my writing that’s obscene
It is the observations
I chose to write about
That offend you.
But
Every word is human—
Just the breed of human
You don’t
Recognize.
Slovenly, broken
Intoxicated, beat.
Beat
Because you beat us
And dropped us down
A rung.
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Secret Beach
I dialed his number for what I knew would be the last time.  There was no answer and no voicemail, only an endless ringing.  I didn’t need him to pick up; between my memories and what-ifs, I was already puttering around his kitchen in the summer of ’09.  
“At one point I’m going to make you a celebratory breakfast,” he declared, his grey eyes devouring the sun that crept cautiously through the kitchen window.  
I sipped at my glass of water for something to do.  “Why?  What for?”
“To celebrate your arrival.  You’ve been here for four days already.  Actually, I expected to see you at the big party last night.  Why didn’t you come?”
I knew what party he was referring to and swirled the ice in my glass until I heard the soothing clink of solid against solid.  The night I first arrived, Lucas had told me excitedly of Bassmentality--the best underground party in the dregs of T
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Bedtime Stories :iconhey-ocean:Hey-Ocean 1 8
Literature
A Black + White Affair
I first spotted him in the black room wearing a white shirt and silver tie.  It was only his reflection in the mirror in front of me, but it had me hiding behind my best friend; a girl half my size.  “Just order a damned beer and say hello,” Leigh told me.  “If there’s an awkward silence, take a swig.”
I could hardly keep an alcoholic beverage down, but it was the only advice I had, so I nervously ordered a local brew and whispered Carpe Diem as I removed the cap.  It was more of a prayer.  I whispered it so softly that not even a hound could catch the sentiment.  For every second I delayed approaching him, I found I had less to say.  Leigh shoved me onto the marble dance floor impatiently.  
“Russell,” I said firmly, placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Soraya?” He responded in shock.  “What are you doing here?”
I deflated slightly at the question.  I wanted the answer to be obvious; I was submerging myself into the nightl
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Just Another Nail In The Floor
To say that I hate you is to say that I might hate the sun for its ability to warm and burn me all at once.  I suppose what I feel is frustration and now, more recently, loss.  Not the loss of a person, but the loss of a deranged fantasy I'd built up in my own mind.
My frustration is an older suffering that stems from hopelessness...the hopelessness that rattles the wind chimes every time I am forced to remember that we are inherently different.  I've always been far from normal, and normal is what has always been asked of me.  Rather than believe in myself, believe in my abnormal outlook, I did my best to stay quiet and pass unnoticed.
You seem to believe in Strangeness herself.  You strive to live it.  I have only accepted myself for a short time.  But I accept my oddities now, so why is it we're still not on the same page?
I've figured it out--and it was a difficult thing to come to terms with.  Imagine society as a floor board.  All nail
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Windblown Girl :iconhey-ocean:Hey-Ocean 1 4
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I Heard My Old Scream
I heard my old scream
Haunt the fields beyond my window.
I floated down into the dirt
And let the trees of grass dye my robes
As I shrunk into the mushroom spores.
I tossed myself like old lemon rinds at her feet,
While she orbited me like a satellite
Until her weeping crescendoed to anguished shrieks.
Then I heard her voice
Burn holes through the past
Where she asked me to try and stand up straight.
But I couldn't stand to charge my lungs with breath
So she lifted
Strangeness off my chest.
I felt her hollow hand
Hold up my reeling head
And wondered how a surreal Echo
Could be so physical.
There I was, dancing on sweet toes
Through halls of foreign eyes,
My tears a solution of dread and fright
Clinging to my skin—
Yet my body was dry as October leaves;
Easy to ignite—
And like a matchstick burnt
Through dim eras of pain—
Until she poured over me
Like a waterfall.
Then I felt her voice
Shake the milkyway,
Ringing,
Scattering moondust in my eyes,
Blinding me with a lunar l
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The St. Laurent
Fog,
Birds cawing,
Trees that keep watch over the scarred land
Like gnarled titans--
Waves that whisper the watery secrets
They carry on their backs to shore.  
A tumbling of liquid
Falling from cliff to cliff until it
Collects within itself.
In my head it is a lake,
Not a river that tongues the salt of the sea.  
First I dipped my feet in,
And shrunk away from the shock,
But the waves pulled me in
And broke their promises against my body--
Moved me, tingling, about the eroded rocks.
I bled a little,
But I was free!
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A Scholarly Role Reversal
I entered his house just as his parents were leaving for work in the morning.  Whether he had left for the farm for the week or he had moved out to live closer to Toronto's club district was beyond me, but for whatever reason, I believed him not to be home.  I lurked around the house, choosing first to delve for treasures in the kitchen, and then to finish the sudoku puzzle left half completed on the living room table.  
I ventured upstairs for curiosity's sake, but my curiosity was not so easily satiated.  It kept kneading me until I grew soft and opened the door to the basement.  Darkness looked out at me from the furnished cave below, and my whole body quaked with adventure.  I was half way down the steep stairway when I was startled to see his naked back.  
There he was, quietly sitting on his carpeted floor wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.  I gasped in surprise, shaken and panicked to have been cau
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I Want To Write
I want to write
I told them.
I want to study something that fits comfortably on the soul;
I've had enough of the sub-cellular world.
I told them
Biology is not right for me.
I've had enough of the sub-cellular world;
Genetics doesn't know me well enough.
Biology is not right for me.  
There is no poetry in microorganisms!
Genetics doesn't know me well enough;
Writing is in my DNA
There is no poetry in microorganisms
Except for bioluminescent dinoflagellates in California waves.
Writing is in my DNA--
Tangled in my meshed thoughts.
Except for bioluminescent dinoflagellates in California waves,
Science doe not sparkle in the light.
Tangled in my meshed thoughts,
I struggle for literary escape.
Science does not sparkle in the light.
It grieves me to pass the days without a pen in hand.
I struggle for literary escape;
I long for the complexity of prose and the sweetness of diction
It grieves me to pass the days without a pen in hand.
I want to study something that fits comfortabl
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Freedom!
"Freedom!" I hollered
And ran towards the city,
Igniting my heart.
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Pin Me Up
My legs keep trying to burrow
Into lacy thigh-highs.
My feet keep trying to slither
Into metallic wedges.
I have lost my scholarly self beneath
Leagues of embellished crinoline.
I wonder if she still breathes
Beneath the meshed sea,
Or if she drowned,
Tangled in the seaweed of vintage belts.
I am at the end of this pin-up poster,
Teetering on the edge of my wooden frame.
I want to jump in and save her,
But I don't want to wrinkle my dress.
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Hey-Ocean
Sarah Jean
United States
Poetry, music, notebooks, candles, paperbacks, doodles, thought prisms, colour, chocolate, affection, car rides, skylines, harvest moons, finger painting, karaoke, faded denim, marker tatoos, escape, friends, family, timeless infinity
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Hugs are for healing

Current Residence: Montreal
Favourite genre of music: Ear Pleasing
Favourite style of art: Poetry and Piano Solos
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Sea Shell
Wallpaper of choice: The kind that doesn't peel!
Skin of choice: Soft Skin
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo
Personal Quote: Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within
Interests
It seems so far away now.
I know exactly how I felt and what happened,
But it's just out of reach of my pen

WHY can't I write what I mean to write?
  • Listening to: Abba
  • Reading: The Portible Beat Reader
  • Watching: Incandescent Light Bulbs
  • Eating: Pasta Salad
  • Drinking: Nothing

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Zareidy Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014
Thanks for the watch!
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IyraEMM Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
It's been so long, happy birthday & hope you are well :) 
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Hey-Ocean Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014
Oh wow, just logged in now.!  I am very well.  I don't really post here anymore for a variety of reasons.  The first is that someone stole some of my writing from this site and passed it off as their own.  The second reason is because I started a Creative Writing major at my university...and then felt like everything I wrote prior to starting my major was absolute crap and I didn't want to be reminded about it.  But I do miss this site.  

How have you been?  Still writing?  And can I find you on social media other than DA?
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IyraEMM Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2014
Good to hear you're doing well! Sorry to hear about your work being stolen. That must feel awful. How's your creative writing course going? Would love to do something like that one day. Are you still writing/posting your work anywhere online besides dA?

I've been well thanks, writing in bits and pieces. I'm finishing up with my degree in the next few months so there isn't much time to write, but I do post stuff occasionally. Don't read other people's work as much though, which is kind of sad. 
Yeah, I've got everything, except I don't know how my tumblr works, I'm like an old person. I do have facebook though, www.facebook.com/iyram or let me know where to find you as well. Was thinking of a poetry blog but that's still in its planning stages for now. 
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ThahRadical Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2013
Did you put this name because of the band Hey Ocean, or was it a coincidence?
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Hey-Ocean Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2013
The band =]
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ThahRadical Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2013
Oh then awesome, great to see another Hey Ocean fan. <3
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fatpear Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012
thanks for the fav :D
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Hey-Ocean Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012
No problem. It's a great picture
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bslisted Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012
thanks you for the "watch" = re-watch :D
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