surfing the waves of the fishbowl which is my head
swirling the lengths, surrounded by other tanks
we cannot help but peer into each other's worlds
some transparent, some murky
and, oh dear, some with one-way glass!
we try to relate, as if we could cross those barriers
those seemingly invisible membranes
but instantly met with the limits of the fish bowl
smack!
and around and around i go
counting laps and cleaning glass
this silly fishbowl of mine
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
aeons of stability
against the grain of the counter-odds
here we are
still teased by that finicky fickle face of adversity
the oldest of the bunch laugh back
their dentures pelting the pompous face
one of them mutters
"now, now, talk is cheap, get some sleep"
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
only the burliest of shotputters and the master craftsman of the grandest of trebuchets fully understand my insatiable lust to be thrown large distances
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
ripped to shreds
the sheddings of the demands coming in contact with the heart
shooting myself in the foot?
detonating the centre of the very direction
guided by the tricklings
waking up from every end, intending to navigate back home
and repeat
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
caught in a strainer of a world so new squished into my antics
buzzing currents pushing feedback loops, both sides of the same
there, that stagnant gummy domain is eager for my approach
this time, i can't help but create him
a strange birthplace could be complimented with curious results
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC