The tide

Trevor Haeden Hughes 1999 (Jacksonville, Arkansas)



With Seafoam
With Seafoam
With Seafoam

They call me the Tide
I do not know why
I know I push 'em away
And pull 'em back in
I might even be friends with sirens

Don't be afraid
Of my waves on the shore tonight
I do not wash away your blues
Even though you fill me with poison
Although I do argue with the moon every night

They call me the tide
I do not know why
'Cause I will not wash away
All of your blues

But I will
Shower and
Wash all over you,
I might even freeze you

Turn your skin real, real blue
Introduce you to Neptune

I can't escape the place I stay
Due to gravity

I guess I am the tide
I guess I'll wash you
Tonight
I'll crush you with
Sea foam

Sunken ships
and stolen bones
I also have riptides
And maybe drown people

They call me the tide
they call me the tide

But I am the tidal wave
Washing away their pain
I am the tidal wave

About this poem

This poem is about the ocean personified but with another message of rules placed upon people in life that they can't control and understanding who and what they are.

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Written on April 15, 2023

Submitted by trevorhaeden99 on November 12, 2023

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Scheme AAA BCdxe xfgxf BCdg xxhh hx dx bhfxa xxex BB ixi
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 850
Words 188
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 3, 5, 5, 4, 4, 2, 2, 5, 4, 2, 3

Trevor Haeden Hughes

I was born and raised in Arkansas, my parents both left me and my siblings with my moms grandparents, my grandfather drank vodka and slept while he was at home and when he was awake he was at work he gave my grand mother money to pay the bills at some point she stopped paying the bills and had been spending the money on drugs she left my grandfather for her cousin and moved into a trailer in the front yard my grandfather quit drinking cold turkey and somehow it made his cirrhosis of the liver activate and he died shortly after my mom had gone to prison before this when she left she started doing meth and was hanging out with Mexican gangsters, she went to prison for writing hot checks out of my grandparents check book after my grandfather died my grandmother lost the house they were able to contact my father who was in the military and me and my three younger siblings and my grandmother and my dad's mom all moved to fort Campbell Kentucky and lived on base with my dad my mom got out of prison and moved in with us my grandmother who raised us got caught on base by the military police with meth and a gun, shortly after my mom and dad split up and she and my grandmother and my little sister all went back to arkansas my two younger brother stayed with me not long after that my mom came back to get my youngest brother and then it was just me and my dad and one of my brothers my dad was always an abusive drunk to us and my mom now was no different luckily he wasn't hitting us though as long as we didn't make him to mad when he was drunk, my dad ended up getting discharged from the military because a soldier he burned a car down with for insurance fraud ratted him out somehow he still got an honorable discharge though he had no where to go so my mom came and got me and my brother and we went back to arkansas a few years later my mother lost the house and she had a friend from prison who came and got us and let us all live with her and her family in Iowa 3 months later my mom got us a place and then a new place a few months later I lived there for about 6 years i met my boyfriend and we moved to california there is a lot more that happened but this is basically my bio more…

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