Rip it apart with criticisims. if you can. poems are hard to critique. i want friends, so if you want to be my friend i will never reject a request. oh. and if you don't understand this, it's about the ocean. and the fact that she is greedy. she wants all of the seashells, but can't keep them.
Ocean
I walk slowly beside a monster
Searching for her regurgitated prizes
She roars, her foamy arms lash out in terror
And my prize is snatched out from in front of my eyes
Birds with black faces and white bodies float in the air
The ocean swallows my prize, and forced to give up another
But she is blind and doesn't realize that her treasures are beginning to tear
They are ripped apart in the greedy hands of their mother
